CHAPTER 104: CHAPTER 104: ADRIAN GRANT ACTUALLY LIKES HER!

Eleanor Winslow never expected that Adrian Grant would actually stay in his apartment.

Every night he slept on the sofa, and every morning he got up to make her breakfast, like a model husband.

Eleanor wanted to kick him out, but he pretended not to hear, acting completely shameless.

"Adrian Grant, don’t you need to go to the company? Is the Grant Group going bankrupt?" Eleanor asked the man sitting on the sofa reading documents.

He was originally in her study, and Eleanor tried to drive him out by saying he wasn’t allowed to use it. Young Master Grant was adaptable; he could manage working from the sofa.

"I am the boss," Adrian replied.

As the boss, working from home was his right, and no one could control him!

Charles Rhodes came by again to deliver documents.

Eleanor complained, "Special Assistant Rhodes, please, take him away quickly!"

Charles helplessly shrugged, "Madam, if you can’t solve this, how could I? I do have a suggestion: why don’t you and President Grant return to Azurean Bay together?"

Eleanor closed the door right away.

This person is useless too!

She and Adrian had been married for three years and spent little time together. Even when they shared a bed, most of the time, it was just brief nighttime communication—pillow talk.

Now that they were contemplating divorce, they ended up spending 24/7 together for several days straight.

Eleanor sulked on the sofa, feeling a bit dazed and ironic.

As she was pondering, a sudden cramp seized her lower abdomen, and before she could react, a warm flow surged downwards.

Eleanor was startled, instinctively sitting up straight. Just as she intended to go to the bathroom, another wave of cramps struck.

"What happened?"

Adrian was clearly busy with his computer, but it was as if he had eyes on the side, immediately noticing Eleanor’s discomfort.

Eleanor didn’t answer, slightly bowing, waiting for the pain to subside, and then headed to the bathroom.

She pulled down her pants and indeed, her period had come.

No spare sanitary pads at home, Eleanor needed to go out to buy some.

But as soon as she opened the bathroom door, there stood the tall figure of Adrian.

"Move aside."

Feeling uncomfortable and not wanting to see Adrian, Eleanor was exceptionally cold.

Adrian didn’t budge, looking down to ask, "What’s wrong?"

Eleanor squeezed past Adrian, walking straight to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Adrian blocked her path.

"To buy something."

"Buy what?"

Adrian was being so annoying!

Question after question, was she a criminal?

Did he have the right to manage her?!

Eleanor abruptly lifted her head, glaring at him, "Sanitary pads! Is there a problem? Not allowed?"

Adrian was momentarily stunned, instinctively glancing at Eleanor’s abdomen.

"Stay here, I’ll go buy them." Adrian picked up his phone, ready to head out.

Eleanor was stunned, doubting her ears: "What are you doing?"

With that stunningly aloof face, Adrian asked Eleanor, "Which kind?"

"You actually know to ask which kind?" Eleanor found it unbelievable; in novels, don’t the men usually have no clue about the different pads for day and night use or brands, scratching their heads in confusion while buying?

Adrian looked at Eleanor with an expression that seemed to say, "Do you think I’m an idiot?"

"Have you bought it for other women before?" Eleanor asked, immediately realizing her words sounded jealous, and added, "I’m just curious, Young Master Grant seems quite familiar with women’s personal items."

Adrian replied, "I didn’t say you were jealous."

"....."

Eleanor pretended she didn’t hear that, told him her usual brand.

Adrian nodded to show he got it, heading out the door.

After the door closed, the room fell silent once again.

Eleanor stood by the entryway, somewhat dazed.

Adrian Grant... volunteered to buy her sanitary pads?

Whether he considered her a satisfactory Mrs. Grant, or still cared about her body, had he been acting too concerned these days?

There was absolutely no need for him to go this far—sacrificing himself to sleep on the couch, getting up early to make her breakfast, now buying her sanitary pads!

He even rejected her outright advances!

Eleanor fell into contemplation.

The suspicion she subconsciously suppressed in her heart was growing uncontrollably, like a sprout emerging after a rain.

Adrian returned quickly, carrying a bulging plastic bag.

Eleanor was somewhat panicking, immediately wanted to grab the pads for the bathroom.

Adrian dodged, saying, "Your hands aren’t convenient."

This meant he wanted to help her.

"I’m injured, not handicapped; I can go to the bathroom myself these days!"

Eleanor suddenly became suspicious.

Suspected he was doing it on purpose!

Seeing she was genuinely a bit angry, Adrian took a step back and brought the items to the bathroom for her; after entering, he even helped her open a pack of day-use pads and took one out, placing it to the side.

The space in the bathroom was small; once the tall man entered, it instantly felt crowded.

Watching his hand touch the intimate item she was about to use, Eleanor felt a strange sensation, her ears reddening uncontrollably... even though they had already done the most intimate things.

After Adrian left, Eleanor sat there on the toilet for a while.

She was used to brands for day-use and night-use that were different, not expecting much from Adrian’s "shopping" attempt.

However, Adrian’s purchase surprisingly didn’t mistake the brands or materials for day-use and night-use!

Everything she mentioned or required, he kept in mind.

As soon as Eleanor opened the bathroom door, she saw Adrian again.

"What are you doing at the door? Are you a pervert?"

Adrian glanced at her hand, confirmed there was no issue, then went back to the sofa to work.

Eleanor shuffled back to her bean bag chair, gazing at the man beside her for a few seconds, suddenly said, "You surprisingly got them all right."

Adrian, focused on the documents, didn’t even lift his eyes, "Eleanor, are you insulting my intelligence?"

Eleanor: "..."

Curling up with her knees hugged, Eleanor, in a fetal position, asked, "Isn’t it true that men find it shameful to buy sanitary pads?"

"Half the world’s population needs sanitary products, nothing shameful," in Adrian’s perspective, it was those men who had issues in their heads.

"You really didn’t buy pads for someone else before?" This was quite a noble perspective.

"Zia Winslow, I don’t have the habit of casually buying sanitary products for others." As if feeling her words were unreasonable, Adrian turned his head and said, "Sanitary pads and condoms, I’ve only bought them for you."

Eleanor was about to speak but suddenly noticed Adrian was wearing earphones; there seemed to be sounds coming from them, making him frown a bit.

Eleanor’s body stiffened slightly, finding this scene somewhat déjà vu, as if the same situation had happened before.

"Are you... in a meeting again?" Eleanor lowered her voice, incredulous, speaking each word slowly.

"Hmm."

Eleanor Winslow’s almond eyes widened, wanting to say something, but remembering he was still in a meeting, held it in.

Only twenty minutes later did the man remove his headset, and Eleanor angrily said, "You were in a meeting, why didn’t you say something?"

Adrian Grant looked innocent, "Mrs. Grant, you only gave me the right to use the living room."

Eleanor was speechless with anger.

Adrian, knowing his wife had a bit of a rigid temperament, kindly said, "All the men at today’s meeting are married, they understand these things."

Eleanor didn’t want to talk. Was this a married or unmarried issue?

"Saying things like that during a meeting, your employees might think you’re switching lovers," Eleanor murmured.

"Switch?"

"They used to say Mia Winslow and you were a couple."

Adrian had heard such rumors before, but in high society, there were countless rumors and gossip, some of which even escalated after the involved parties denied them. Therefore, Adrian never paid much attention, as he knew very well who his wife was, the Grant family knew, and the law knew too.

What Adrian didn’t expect was that such rumors would reach Eleanor’s ears.

"Do you care?" Adrian put down his work and asked Eleanor.

Eleanor blinked and shook her head.

She had already cared before, saying anything now had no meaning.

Adrian couldn’t quite articulate the empty feeling in his heart; was it disappointment?

Eleanor didn’t care, didn’t misunderstand, he should feel happy.

But it also proved she didn’t care about him.

Her stomach was uncomfortable, Eleanor felt lethargic, stopped talking, and fell asleep huddled up on the sofa.

Adrian put his documents aside, walked over to Eleanor, and squatted in front of her.

The woman, small as she was, lay slanted on the sofa, her small hand holding gauze placed on her abdomen.

Adrian gently removed her hand and placed his own hand on her abdomen.

Half-asleep, Eleanor only felt the warmth increase in that area, making her sleep sounder, gradually losing all awareness.

After a while, Adrian gently lifted her, carrying her to the bed.

-

When Eleanor woke up, she found herself on the bed, feeling like her world had collapsed.

Getting up, she saw the sheets had several red stains on them!

Adrian sensed the movement, looked up, and saw Eleanor standing at the bedroom door staring at him, her little face puffed with anger, as if ready to burst.

"Did you carry me to bed?" Eleanor didn’t need his answer, saying, "Adrian Grant, do you know why sanitary pads are designated for night and day use? Because night ones are for lying down to sleep!"

Adrian remembered that he had given her a day pad because it was daytime, and he had specifically paid attention.

Not having first-hand experience, but after Eleanor’s reminder, he immediately remembered similar situations after their time in bed... only the items differed.

Thinking of such vivid scenarios, Adrian’s eyes dimmed, only to be quickly controlled by his rationality.

Adrian walked over, glanced at the sheets, and said, "I’ll call someone to change the sheets."

His calm demeanor made Eleanor feel somewhat embarrassed.

During menstruation, hormones can be affected, causing irritability. Eleanor knew she was making a fuss, but she felt Adrian was partly responsible.

Had he not stuck around here, she wouldn’t have gotten angry!

"I’ll change them myself," Eleanor refused.

The staff Adrian called were from the old house. With them coming over, it wouldn’t even take until sunset before Old Madam Grant would call with an amused inquiry if they had made up.

Eleanor’s fingers gripped the sheets, trying to pull them off, which was indeed a bit difficult for her.

Just as Eleanor was contemplating whether to hire a housekeeper, a pair of large hands reached from behind, clasped her waist, and then she felt herself being moved aside.

Adrian lifted Eleanor, then tossed the blanket aside, swiftly removing the soiled sheets.

"Where are the fresh sheets?"

"...In the cupboard."

Adrian found clean sheets in the cupboard, bent down, and began making the bed again.

Eleanor was used to seeing Adrian stirring up storms in the business world, adored like a star in high society. Yet at this moment, those hands capable of creating billions were making her bed!

The thought Eleanor had buried deep within her heart surged wildly —

Adrian Grant...

Adrian Grant, is he perhaps... starting to like her?

Eleanor was shocked by her own speculation.

If this were true, it would solve her previous doubts —

Why didn’t he want a divorce?

Why did he linger at her place?

Why did he care for her so meticulously?

Why did he buy her sanitary pads?

Why did he stoop so low as to change the sheets for her?

"Eleanor?"

Adrian finished making the bed and saw the woman staring at him blankly.

Eleanor jolted back to reality, instinctively looking away, not daring to meet his gaze. Realizing it was too deliberate, she looked back at him, her heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"You..." Eleanor cleared her throat, "made it quite well."

Adrian noticed her odd demeanor, thinking it was just his traditionally-minded wife feeling awkward.

"Want to sleep some more?" Adrian asked.

Eleanor shook her head.

She couldn’t sleep now.

She didn’t understand Adrian.

She couldn’t figure him out!

What on earth is he thinking?!

Eleanor didn’t want to be too close to Adrian, so she sat on the balcony to enjoy the sun.

As she basked, her gaze uncontrollably drifted back to the sofa.

Adrian worked intently, the coffee table nearly turned into his desk, cluttered with his computer and endless files. He seemed to have a touch of OCD, as every document and writing tool was meticulously placed.

"Zia Winslow, what are you pondering about?"

The man’s voice pulled Eleanor’s thoughts back.

As she returned to her senses, she met Adrian’s playful eyes.

Adrian had sensed Eleanor’s gaze from early on and originally didn’t plan to engage, but her ability to distract him with just a stare nearly caused him to misread the financial report, taking ten minutes to finish one page.

He had glanced at her several times, but she hadn’t noticed, lost in thought with furrowed brows.

Though unaware of her thoughts, just knowing she was seeing only him in her eyes made Adrian’s mood elevate.

The small apartment living room was filled with her personal items and his work files, signifying a life intertwined, intimately inseparable.

Eleanor took a shallow breath, gazing directly at him.

"Adrian," she slowly spoke, "you say you don’t like Mia Winslow, but from childhood till now, have you ever liked anyone? Have you ever felt something for someone?"