CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: SHE DOESN’T MIND HIM

Keith Donovan guessed, "Is it about your fiancée?"

"Yeah."

James Grant didn’t want to elaborate, and luckily Keith didn’t probe further.

"Alright, I’ll check it out for you. It’ll probably take a few days. Can you wait?"

"Preferably by tomorrow."

"Then I’ll—"

Keith hadn’t finished speaking when James ended the call—

Evelyn Clayton woke up.

She sat up on the bed, looking around helplessly.

James Grant opened the bedroom door, his heart softened, and his tone unconsciously became gentle.

"Looking for me?"

Evelyn nodded, and as he approached, she lightly grabbed the hem of his shirt.

She didn’t say a word but quietly leaned toward him.

Her hands were cold, so delicate and dainty that it felt almost cruel to touch them.

Only when his body warmth gradually dispelled the chill in her did the fear in her heart lessen significantly.

James paused for a moment, helping her lie back down on the bed.

"I was just on a call. You should sleep, I’m not leaving."

Evelyn nodded but continued to clutch his shirt tightly, curling up in the blanket and whimpering softly like a wounded creature.

James stayed by her side until dawn before heading to the guest room to rest.

...

It was an unusually restless sleep.

After waking, Evelyn felt groggy and dizzy.

If not for the unfamiliar scent she smelled, she really didn’t want to open her eyes.

Memories from last night flooded her mind, and she sat up abruptly, breathing deeply, instinctively searching for James Grant’s figure.

No one was there.

She was alone in the room.

Looking down at the patterns on the quilt, a part of her heart collapsed, and disappointment welled up.

Didn’t he say he wouldn’t leave?

Liar.

"Knock knock."

Evelyn was startled for a moment: "Come in."

James Grant walked in carrying a bowl of porridge. With just a glance, he guessed what she was thinking.

But he didn’t explain; he just placed the porridge on the bedside table.

"Have something to eat."

Evelyn didn’t want James to see her vulnerability and turned her head slightly, "I haven’t brushed my teeth."

"Eat first, then brush. I’ve prepared new toiletries for you."

Since he said so, Evelyn no longer objected.

James picked up the bowl, took a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

"I can eat by myself."

As if to prove a point, Evelyn reached out to grab the bowl from James’s hand, but her fingers were scalded by the rim.

"Ah—"

The pain pierced through her fingertips, drawing a sharp breath from her.

She wasn’t one to be fragile, but after the fright from last night and experiencing James’s care, she hadn’t yet recovered emotionally.

Now suddenly getting burned, her eyes involuntarily reddened.

"Let me blow on it for you." James put down the bowl and held her hand near his mouth, gently blowing on it.

The warm breath on her fingers didn’t cool them; instead, it spread warmth to Evelyn’s face.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she quickly withdrew her hand, "I’m not a child."

"Alright, you’re an adult. Hurry and eat; the porridge will get cold." James said, somewhat helplessly.

Evelyn didn’t stop him from feeding her the porridge.

It was clear that James wasn’t used to taking care of people. A few times, he nearly fed her face instead.

But he was attentive, and even before she said anything, he’d already handed her a napkin.

"Wipe yourself."

"Thank you."

"There’s still some on your face."

"That’s because you fed me poorly."

Their conversation was casual, yet there was an inexplicable intimacy in their actions.

Seeing the lingering fatigue in her expression, James suggested, "You should take the day off. If there’s nothing urgent at work, put it aside for now."

In her current state, she certainly wasn’t fit for work; she couldn’t guarantee not making mistakes.

Evelyn nodded, "I’ll let Yara Reagan know."

It wasn’t until James left the room that she flopped onto the bed, her mind in turmoil.

She was sleeping in James Grant’s bed, covered by his blanket, her head on his pillow.

Everything was filled with James Grant’s scent.

Yet... she didn’t resent being in an environment filled with him.