The sound of the waves crashed by.
The suite’s window was open, as was possibly the window next door, allowing a faint mixture of German and English voices to drift in from the adjacent room.
Eleanor Winslow stared at Adrian Grant in a daze, with some shock and a bit of confusion.
She hesitated with her words, uncertainly asking, "Are you jealous? Jealous of Jonah?"
After Eleanor said this, she thought she must be crazy.
Adrian Grant, so used to being unparalleled, shouldn’t be the jealous type.
Who would have thought that the man would actually stand up, face her, and nod without hesitation: "Yes."
Eleanor was utterly stunned, finding it unbelievable.
Adrian Grant picked up the jacket casually thrown at the foot of the bed and said to Eleanor, "Get some rest."
Even before the words left his mouth, he was already heading out.
"Where are you going?" Eleanor asked faster than she could think.
Adrian paused in his steps, turned back, and asked, "You want me to stay here?"
Eleanor did not answer.
Adrian gave a self-mocking smile.
What responded to Eleanor was the sound of footsteps leaving and the door closing.
A moment later, Eleanor turned on the room’s lights.
The room was now just her alone, as if everything just now had been a dream—
Adrian Grant tenderly kissing away her tears was a dream.
Adrian’s forceful kiss was a dream.
Adrian saying "jealous" was even more of a dream.
Adrian Grant had just taken a few steps out the door when a vibrant splash of blue came his way.
Zoe Nash tilted her head with a smile, her gaze unflinching as she looked straight at Adrian Grant.
Adrian Grant nodded indifferently, not intending to engage. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel※fire.net
Zoe Nash glanced behind him and asked, "Isn’t Miss Winslow with you? I wanted to chat with her!"
At the mention of Eleanor, Adrian Grant finally gave Zoe a second look.
Zoe’s smile was bright; her features weren’t like Eleanor’s, but her smile bore a slight resemblance.
Adrian Grant squinted his eyes inconspicuously and asked, "Are you very curious about Eleanor?"
Zoe Nash looked at Adrian Grant and nodded unreservedly, "I’ve heard of her before; she’s very outstanding."
"Thank you." Adrian Grant thanked her on behalf of his wife but had no interest in talking further and intended to leave.
Zoe blocked Adrian Grant’s path.
"Mr. Grant, between you and Miss Winslow, was it her who’s been pursuing you? I heard she used some... means to marry you initially."
Before saying "means," Zoe paused cautiously, choosing her words carefully.
"Who did you hear that from?" Adrian Grant raised his eyes, his gaze icy.
Zoe Nash took a step back as if frightened, "I-I just heard it from others..."
"You believe what others say?" Adrian Grant looked at her as if she were foolish.
Before Zoe could react, Adrian Grant had already walked away, not wanting to linger even for a second.
Thinking of the way Zoe smiled at him just now, Adrian’s mind conjured Eleanor asking him: Does she look like Zoe?
Why would Eleanor suddenly ask that?
Even with Mia Winslow, her half-sister, around for so many years, Eleanor never asked such questions about anyone. Why suddenly about Zoe Nash?
What was special about Zoe Nash?
Zoe Nash watched Adrian Grant’s departing figure, pursing her lips to suppress her emotions.
A gentle female voice called out.
"Mom!" Zoe Nash lifted her eyes again, already returning to that confident and sunny demeanor, running up to the middle-aged woman and throwing her arms around her playfully.
The woman was well-maintained, making it difficult to guess her real age, adorned in a gem green dress draped with a cashmere shawl, looking elegant and noble.
"You’re all grown up, still bouncing around , aren’t you afraid of being laughed at if someone sees?" The woman said with a face full of helpless affection, tucking a stray lock of Zoe’s hair behind her ear, adding, "Didn’t you say you met an interesting friend? Why haven’t I seen them?"
Eleanor lay back on the bed, feeling something hard beneath her. Upon seeing it, she discovered it was Adrian Grant’s phone.
Eleanor held the phone and ran out, but before she had taken just a few steps, she heard two female voices speak in a Cantonese-accented Mandarin, particularly prominent in the quiet corridor:
—"That girl is married. I heard that she used some means to marry her current husband, but she is really beautiful and outstanding!"
—"No matter how beautiful or outstanding, it doesn’t matter! Zoe, listen to Mommy and stay far away from such an unscrupulous person."
Eleanor’s body froze in place.
She felt that one of the female voices was somehow familiar, making her heart tremble and ache.
She quickly followed the direction of the voices, but the cruise ship’s hotel area was so intricately designed, with Eleanor turning left and right, yet finding no one.
Eleanor silently mouthed two words but couldn’t tell if she wanted to call out or if she was repeating what that person referred to as ’Mommy.’
Even though she hadn’t seen anyone, she instinctively felt that the woman she hadn’t met was the rich lady who had previously blocked her at the door.
Eleanor wanted to find someone, but her mind abruptly echoed the woman’s words: Stay far away from someone unscrupulous.
The unscrupulous person to be avoided was her!
"Mrs. Grant, do you need any help?"
The passing attendant greeted Eleanor respectfully, indicating how quickly Eleanor had become ’famous’ tonight.
Eleanor shook her head, quickly pulling herself together, then asked, "Did you see my husband?"
The attendant pointed a direction.
Eleanor went over and found Adrian Grant indeed on the deck—not only Adrian but also a blonde beauty.
The blonde beauty was wearing a sultry red mermaid dress, smiling warmly and charmingly, giving Adrian a sultry look.
Adrian Grant noticed Eleanor almost as soon as she stepped onto the deck, his gaze meeting hers.
The blonde beauty, upon seeing Eleanor, was momentarily stunned, then her smile grew even brighter, her gaze carrying a hint of provocation: "Hi!"
Eleanor politely responded, intending to return the phone and leave.
Unexpectedly, before she could speak, Adrian Grant said to the blonde beauty, "Miss Smith, the type I like is my wife, as you can see, you two are completely different."
Just as Eleanor was about to hand the phone to Adrian Grant: "?"
She had stumbled upon someone confessing to Adrian Grant?
And had she been used as a temporary shield?
The blonde beauty looked Eleanor up and down with some disdain: "Grant, is there something wrong with your taste? Your wife looks like an undeveloped little girl."
Eleanor subconsciously glanced at the blonde beauty... What an impressive presence.
Well, indeed, she had the assets to be contemptuous!
Is having a big chest such a big deal for Westerners!
Adrian Grant saw all the indignation and chagrin on her face and couldn’t help the hint of amusement in his eyes.
He languidly replied, "For my wife, it’s just the right feel."