CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138: ETHAN GRANT COAXES YVETTE ASTON TO TAKE THE INITIATIVE...

Hotel.

Yvette Aston woke up groggily, feeling warmth beside her.

She instinctively snuggled closer to the warmth and suddenly came to her senses.

She lifted her head and bumped into Ethan Grant’s chin.

"Hmm..." Ethan Grant winced in pain, his chin turned red.

Yvette Aston was terrified and instinctively cupped Ethan Grant’s cheeks. "Mr. Grant, I’m sorry."

Ethan Grant looked at Yvette Aston helplessly, their pose undeniably intimate.

"I’m sorry... I... I didn’t mean to, I don’t know how it happened..." Yvette Aston was almost in tears, she didn’t know how she ended up in Ethan Grant’s arms.

"We’re legally married now, didn’t we sleep together last night?" Ethan Grant directly exposed Yvette Aston, his breath somewhat heated.

In the past, he had never felt such intense desire for a woman and even thought his rationality could overcome hormones.

Unexpectedly... once tasted, blissful greed, it turns out to feel like this.

"I..." Yvette Aston was frightened, wanting to sit up, but Ethan Grant held her, making her afraid to move.

Ethan Grant... figured out, figured out that last night it was her, not Wendy Bell.

Did he always know?

Her eyes reddened slightly, Yvette Aston looked at Ethan Grant anxiously. "Mr. Grant... last night, it wasn’t... it wasn’t intentional..."

She was about to cry, not knowing how to explain herself, would Ethan Grant misunderstand, would he dislike her.

"I heard... After getting the certificate, if a husband doesn’t sleep with his wife or fulfill his duties, it’s a form of domestic violence, it’s illegal." Ethan Grant explained seriously to Yvette Aston.

Yvette Aston shrank her body. "Ah?"

"Yes." Ethan Grant nodded.

"Then..." Yvette Aston bit her lip corner, must they fulfill marital duties? "Was it written in the prenuptial agreement?"

"No." Ethan Grant coughed lightly, afraid of frightening Yvette Aston too suddenly. "Get up, it’s time to go."

Yvette Aston lowered her gaze, feeling a bit flustered.

Ethan Grant is a normal man, he’s never lacked women around him, Wendy Bell could scheme him once, twice, maybe even a third time.

"Then... can I..." Yvette Aston was afraid Ethan Grant would despise her, think she’s worthless, yet also feared Ethan Grant would think she’s dirty.

"Hmm?" Ethan Grant looked down at Yvette Aston.

Yvette Aston’s eyes reddened, after a long while, she cautiously grabbed Ethan Grant’s collar. "Could you not... find other women, what they can do, I... I can too..."

If Ethan Grant despised her for this reason, thought she’s worthless and didn’t want her anymore, what would she do?

Both the Aston Family and Bell Family or Jayden Grant and Melody Crowe could easily crush her.

Holly Ziegler was right, she must cling to Ethan Grant’s thigh tightly.

"I... I’m not dirty, truly not dirty." Yvette Aston remembered, she had shown Ethan Grant her medical report.

Back then, Ethan Grant didn’t want her.

Recalling Ethan Grant’s attitude at that time, Yvette Aston became more anxious, hurriedly waved her hands. "Sorry... I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant, I’m sorry."

"Not what meaning?" Ethan Grant smiled and propped himself up, looking at Yvette Aston.

Yvette Aston bit her lip hard, after a long pause, she finally spoke. "I showed Mr. Grant my medical report, and you didn’t... didn’t agree."

Ethan Grant then remembered that Yvette Aston had once proactively asked him to sleep with her?

He furrowed his brows, his expression turned quite unpleasant.

Obviously regretting, was he short-circuited back then?

"Mr. Grant..." Seeing Ethan Grant’s changed expression, Yvette Aston was scared to tears, choking while grabbing Ethan Grant’s clothes, anxiously explaining. "I’m really, really not dirty..."

Could you not listen to what those people say.

Ethan Grant took a deep breath, pinched Yvette Aston’s chin, and kissed her.

Yvette Aston stiffened as she watched Ethan Grant, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Ethan Grant cradled Yvette Aston in his arms. "Planning to suffocate yourself?"

Yvette Aston breathed rapidly, anxiously trying to escape.

"How far can you go?" Ethan Grant’s breath was also somewhat heated, who knows what he’s been enduring.

Yvette Aston bit her lip hard, trembling as she raised her hand to unbutton Ethan Grant’s shirt.

"I won’t force anyone." Ethan Grant held Yvette Aston’s hand.

Yvette Aston anxiously shook her head. "No, it’s not forcing, I’m, just, just, just can’t control shaking."

Yvette Aston’s voice carried a sob, desperately trying to explain.

She really didn’t hate Ethan Grant, she was just due to past experiences and depression that during high emotion her body wouldn’t listen to her.

"I’m willing, I’ll try to learn..." Yvette Aston wiped away her tears, in that aspect she couldn’t please men but she would learn.

Holly Ziegler was already coming to Meridia, she said she could teach her...

Thinking about the ways Holly Ziegler mentioned on the phone to please men, Yvette Aston’s face uncontrollably blushed red.

Ethan Grant leaned against the bed, releasing Yvette Aston’s hand, signaling for her to continue.

Yvette Aston lowered her head, her face red enough to burn.

Just as she was about to reach to unbutton Ethan Grant’s shirt, there was a knock at the door from Christopher Carter outside. "Mr. Grant, it’s time, please get ready."

"..." Ethan Grant’s face turned dark, his project bidding, he actually wanted to skip work.

Finally understanding, why in ancient times those kings were lured by enchantresses to skip court.

Yvette Aston, with reddened eyes, looking so easily bullied, truly...

Taking a deep breath, Ethan Grant sat up straight, lowered his voice to speak. "Head to the venue first, continue tonight."

Yvette Aston’s ears went completely red, she lowered her head wishing to find a hole to drill into, she had actually taken the initiative to seduce Ethan Grant...

Crazy, really crazy.

How was she different from those women?

Clutching her fingers tightly, Yvette Aston got up and hid in the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face.

She was truly crazy.

In order to keep Ethan Grant from despising her, to protect her when Claudia Bell returned, she actually... wanted to sell even her body.

How would Ethan Grant see her? Would he think she’s cheap?

What should she do?

...

Downstairs at the hotel.

Christopher Carter was organizing project materials, looking up to see Ethan Grant’s gloomy face.

Scared into a shiver, Christopher Carter spoke softly. "Mr. Grant... Did you not rest well?"

Ethan Grant’s gaze seemed as if he wanted to devour.

Christopher Carter’s back felt a bit cold, swallowing saliva.

Yvette Aston followed behind Ethan Grant, her head seemed ready to drill into the ground, her ears were red.

What happened?

"Christopher Carter, which position do you have some interest in?" Ethan Grant now couldn’t wait to get rid of Christopher Carter.

"..." Christopher Carter looked embarrassed. "Mr. Grant, you don’t want me anymore?"

"..." Ethan Grant sneered, he was already very restraining.

"Mr. Grant, after dealing with Eric Larson, let me go to the investment department." Christopher Carter didn’t want to leave Ethan Grant firstly, secondly wanted to occupy an important position.

The position of Eric Larson was bound to be vacated sooner or later, it would be just perfect for him to go.

Ethan Grant was of the same intention, turned back looking at Yvette Aston. "After returning to Meridia, resolve Eric Larson quickly."

"Okay, Mr. Grant." Yvette Aston nodded, following behind Ethan Grant.

She merely regarded Ethan Grant as urging her to resolve the risk.

But Ethan Grant wanted to deal with Christopher Carter, the third wheel.

His presence was too glaring.