CHAPTER 570: CHAPTER 570: IRRELEVANT

Upon hearing Evelyn Clayton speak first, James Grant lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

A surge of indescribable irritation and jealousy arose in his heart.

Naturally, this jealousy was directed at Franklin Ford.

Previously, he clearly saw how close Franklin Ford and Evelyn Clayton were, so much so that after being caught by the media, there was even talk of them being on the verge of a "good thing."

So, James Grant spoke rather rudely.

"It’s so late, let’s talk about it tomorrow," James Grant said with a half-smile, pulling Evelyn Clayton’s hand and making way for them at the door. "You two, I won’t see you off."

With such an explicit hint, Violet Ford and Franklin Ford clearly weren’t stupid.

The two of them stood up simultaneously.

Franklin Ford didn’t give James Grant a glance from beginning to end, walking straight towards the door.

Violet Ford at least gave a token smile to James Grant and then stepped out.

"Sister Violet, Director Ford, I’m really sorry, let’s talk another day."

Watching the two leave, Evelyn Clayton composed herself, turning back with a hint of dissatisfaction to look at Evelyn Clayton.

Evelyn Clayton gently freed her hand from James Grant’s, went to the table, and collected the teacups the two had used, taking them to the kitchen.

After a moment of thought, she asked, "Have you eaten? Want something to eat?"

"I’m not hungry," James Grant fixed his gaze on Evelyn Clayton’s back.

After a moment, he moved forward and hugged Evelyn Clayton from behind.

A tall, long-legged man leaning on Evelyn Clayton’s somewhat slender shoulders, naturally, she couldn’t break free.

So Evelyn Clayton paused her actions, slightly turning her head to look at him, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing..." James Grant’s hand gently encircled Evelyn Clayton’s waist, "Why was Franklin Ford here too?"

Evelyn Clayton withdrew her gaze, washing the cups, "Sister Violet came over, why couldn’t he?"

James Grant could hear the discord in Evelyn Clayton’s words, lightly coughing, he said, "I didn’t mean anything by it, just curious. I thought Gem was co-founded by you and Violet Ford, and had nothing to do with Franklin Ford."

"But Franklin Ford had worked with me before."

Evelyn Clayton finished washing the cups and escaped from James Grant’s embrace, "So, with Franklin Ford coming here, you got upset?"

Her gaze was calm, her tone was calm, as if speaking of something trivial.

Under such a gaze, James Grant inexplicably felt a pang of guilt.

He shouldn’t have asked her like this...

"I meant no harm," James Grant held her hand, "It’s just when I think of how special Franklin Ford treated you before, I can’t help feeling uneasy in my heart."

"It should have been me by your side back then."

Looking at James Grant’s slightly drooping eyelashes, Evelyn Clayton felt an indescribable weariness rising in her heart.

She knew, clearly James Grant didn’t trust her.

There were many issues between them, and without any accidents, they shouldn’t have been together.

But now...

Evelyn Clayton set aside her thoughts, after a long pause, she proactively leaned in and kissed James Grant.

Unlike James Grant’s deep kisses every time, Evelyn Clayton’s kiss was fleeting, leaving those lips after a moment, her eyes shining slightly.

She fixed her gaze on James Grant, the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

After a while, James Grant suddenly scooped Evelyn Clayton up in his arms.

The desire in the man’s eyes gradually rose as he carried Evelyn Clayton towards the bedroom.

Evelyn Clayton leaned compliantly in James Grant’s embrace, lowering her eyes to hide the shadow in them.