The sound of activity came from the kitchen.
Evelyn Clayton leaned against the doorframe, watching James Grant lazily.
He was dressed in a formal suit jacket, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a strong, muscular arm as he cooked.
A bowl of steaming noodles was placed on the dining table.
Evelyn obediently sat down. Her initial anticipation faded as she saw a lump of tangled noodles with something unrecognizable on top that looked like a burnt egg, the light in her eyes dimmed substantially.
She pointed at the mess, confused and surprised, "What is this?"
James placed chopsticks in front of her and sat opposite, a faint smile on his lips, "Yangchun noodles."
This must be nightmare cuisine, right?
Eating it might land you in the hospital for a good ten days or half a month?
She suddenly felt even more dizzy, her slender fingers pressed against her forehead, her brows furrowed lightly.
"No, I need to rest; you eat it yourself, I’m going to sleep."
With that, Evelyn slipped away back to her room.
The living room was silent; James half-reclined in the chair, his eyelids drooping lazily, his deep, dark eyes inscrutable. He took out his phone.
A message from Keith Donovan popped up—
The thing you wanted, come and get it yourself.
James’s eyebrows arched lightly, a hint of coldness in his eyes, as he picked up his car keys and left the apartment.
As soon as James arrived, Keith placed the item in front of him.
"I consulted top doctors, Harrison Grant’s illness indeed requires blood compatibility, and Evelyn Clayton happens to be a match. However, this illness isn’t complicated; it can be completely treated in one go."
He looked over the documents for a moment, the gloom in his eyes deepening, a cold smirk forming on his lips, "His plan truly runs deep."
Clearly, it could be cured in one go, yet he insists on having Evelyn blood long-term.
What exactly is the cunning old fox, Harrison Grant, plotting?
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James left Keith with a cold instruction, took the documents, and walked out of the Donovan house, driving back to Cirrus Gardens.
Evelyn unusually had a peaceful sleep.
She opened her eyes drowsily and saw James Grant’s mesmerising face zooming in front of her.
The sleepiness vanished as she sat up in shock, "You’re still here?"
Could it be that he was here all night?
With an expression as calm as a spring breeze, James’s long eyes gazed at her, particularly enticing, "My fiancée’s home, why should I leave?"
Evelyn smacked her lips disdainfully, pushed him off the bed, and grabbed clothes to change in the bathroom.
When she came out after changing, James was still leisurely sitting at her bedside.
His eyes momentarily showed a hint of amazement as he looked up at her.
Evelyn was naturally beautiful; even without makeup, her skin was like cream and her lips as if adorned with red, her casually draped hair falling over her shoulders in a lazy, intellectual manner.
Seeing his unabashed gaze, Evelyn snorted coldly and gathered her long hair.
"Director Grant, don’t forget, you have a fiancée and I have a fiancé. A single man and woman alone in a room, it’s not proper."
"We’ve already slept together; what more propriety is needed."
James slightly raised his eyes, scanned her from head to toe, satisfaction apparent in his gaze.
His shamelessness made Evelyn’s ears uncontrollably flush red.
Clearing her throat, Evelyn returned to seriousness.
"Let’s talk business. Now that everything’s out in the open, in the company, we’ll pretend we don’t know each other. I really want to see what Harrison Grant is up to."
Since Harrison Grant was hell-bent on pairing her with Matthew Sullivan, she might as well go along with it.
Let’s see what he’ll do next.