CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39: STARTING TODAY, WE WON’T SLEEP SEPARATELY ANYMORE

After dinner, Juliana and Chase Miller parted ways at the restaurant entrance.

The two exchanged contact information, making it easier to meet at the rescue station in the future.

Juliana watched Chase Miller leave, then turned around and almost bumped into Evan Grant’s chest.

She was clearly startled, patting her chest and stepping back several paces, "Do you need something?"

"You never wear dresses like that."

Juliana had been married to him for four years, always holding herself to the standards of a virtuous wife and good mother. At just 26 years old, she habitually used loose fabrics to hide her alluring curves, fearing that appearing too bright would make her seem frivolous.

Yet this dress not only made her look youthful but unexpectedly highlighted her slender waist.

Evan Grant, being a man, naturally knew where she was most captivating.

He wasn’t thinking wildly about her relationship with Chase Miller, but seeing her dressed like this in front of Chase Miller made him jealous.

But Juliana raised her eyebrows indifferently at his words, "What, is a white dress a patent of your sister?"

Evan Grant was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "You look better in it."

Juliana nodded, "Seems like you’ve been paying attention."

Evan Grant pursed his lips. When a woman is unhappy, every word is barbed.

Seeing that he had nothing more to say, Juliana turned to leave.

Evan Grant grabbed her, "Let’s go home."

"I’ll go to Platinum Bay myself."

That place was no longer her home; it was just a temporary residence before the divorce.

Evan Grant’s forehead veins twitched, "Let’s talk on the way."

Juliana didn’t believe there was anything left for them to discuss, but Evan Grant still forcibly pulled her into the car.

"I checked Lily Windsor’s medical records; she is truly ill, so you don’t need to contact her attending physician to verify the truth."

Juliana’s intentions were guessed, but she showed no embarrassment, merely smiling slightly.

Seeing her disbelief, Evan Grant continued, "The test specimens are real, and the laboratory has reviewed them; it’s indeed cancer. I just didn’t expect her to still make things difficult for you in this state."

Juliana fiddled with the seat belt but still said nothing.

Evan Grant finally furrowed his brows, "There’s no need for me to lie to you for their sake."

His voice bore some sharpness, and it was as if Juliana awoke to his words, "Yes, I believe what you say."

She replaced her disappointment in him with indifference.

The car fell silent.

Evan Grant’s jawline tightened slightly, the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.

Until they reached Platinum Bay, they said nothing more, mainly because Juliana didn’t want to engage with him.

After getting out of the car, Juliana went straight upstairs, with Evan Grant following her into the house, calling to her back, "I haven’t had dinner yet."

Juliana didn’t stop.

Evan Grant, displeased, called out "Juliana," and she finally paused and turned back.

"I’ve eaten. If you haven’t, you should find Mrs. Young."

Evan Grant gritted his molars, "I want to eat the noodles you cook."

"President Grant, how many housekeepers does your family hire?"

After saying that, without giving him a chance to react, she swiftly held her waist and returned to her room.

A few days ago, the lock had been installed, but today it was removed, and once again, Juliana cursed Evan Grant’s ancestors.

Mrs. Young noticed Evan Grant’s grim expression and hurried up to say, "President Grant, once the heart has grown cold, a few soft words can’t warm it back up. I’ll make you some noodles, just wait a moment."

Evan Grant, feeling vexed, wore a frosty expression.

He recalled shortly after their marriage, his physical examination revealed a Helicobacter pylori infection.

Juliana was very anxious, immediately insisting he receive treatment, and after that, she took special care of his stomach.

She monitored his meals, ensuring he ate at specific times, forbidding too much spicy or cold food, as if strict precautions could nip the gastric issues in the bud.

If he couldn’t bring her along to business events, she would have Ethan Carter supervise on her behalf.

Yet her meticulous care for him gradually faded after she was discharged from the hospital with severe injuries.

Too much had happened recently, and he hadn’t had the time to review the incidents back then.

Lily Windsor’s hospital intrusion wasn’t the main reason she began suspecting him; someone must have leaked information to her first.

...

In the bedroom, Juliana had already taken a shower.

She still needed to apply medication to her waist.

Standing at the vanity, she lifted her shirt behind her, about to dip a hand into the ointment, but her shirt slipped down again.

For two seconds, she was dumbfounded and was about to find a clip when Evan Grant walked in.

The two met each other’s eyes in the mirror.

Evan Grant came forward.

"Let me do it."

He took the ointment from her hand.

Juliana clutched her nightgown, "Let Mrs. Young do it."

Raising his eyebrows slightly, "I am your husband."

Juliana turned her gaze away, "My husband is dead."

She thought, with Evan Grant’s temper, he would leave.

But after a moment of silence, he suddenly spun her around, picking her up to sit on the vanity.

Juliana’s legs were forced apart, held in place by him, unable to move, unable to leave, and her waist was still in pain.

In frustration, she yelled, "What are you doing?"

Looking at her calmly, Evan Grant responded.

"We’ve slept in separate rooms for too long; the feelings have faded."

Juliana asked suspiciously, "Do we have any feelings?"

Thinking something was off, she corrected, "Do you have feelings for me? Haven’t you always been playing the fool?"

Evan Grant held the back of her head, making her listen to his explanation attentively.

"Last night at the hospital, it’s my fault you were wronged. Dad already knows my stance, he’ll be restrained in the future."

Yet Juliana was indifferent to his conciliatory words.

"I have little to do with the Grant family anymore, let go of me and get out."

Evan Grant’s gaze darkened as he lifted her and carried her out of the bathroom.

Reluctantly, Juliana lay on the bed as he applied the ointment to her.

Her loose nightgown, writhing around on the bed, revealed quite a bit of skin.

Evan Grant endured and endured, finally hoarsely reminding her, "It’s been a long time since we’ve done anything; are you sure your body can handle it?"

Juliana stiffened, not daring to move, letting his fingers roam over her waist.

But even so, she could hear his breathing growing heavier.

"Evan Grant," Juliana frowned, "Is Stella not available to serve you today?"

The hand on her waist hesitated at her words.

Just as Evan Grant was about to speak, his phone rang.

The special ringtone rang again.

He finally needed to leave.

Juliana breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Evan Grant did not answer it.

After finishing applying the ointment, he casually said, "From today onwards, we won’t be sleeping separately anymore."

Juliana was extremely surprised, "Did you have a fight?"

As she finished speaking, the special ringtone rang again. Evan Grant turned it to vibrate and didn’t answer, heading for the shower.

Later, his phone vibrated several times more.

Juliana didn’t care about any of their matters anymore, showing no curiosity towards his phone, only desperately reluctant to let Evan Grant stay.

After some thought, she pressed the accept button.

"Brother," Stella’s tearful voice came through the phone, "What will I do if Mom doesn’t make it, and I’m left alone? I’m feeling so awful right now..."

"Take some medicine if you’re feeling bad. What, are you gonna eat your brother?"

Stella hadn’t expected Juliana to answer the call again.

Weren’t they already sleeping in separate rooms?

"Sister-in-law..."

"Don’t call me that, I am not your sister-in-law. Every time you use the suicide drama to lure him away, he’s become immune to it. Can’t you try a different approach?"