CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: SOFT RICE OR HARD RICE, I’M NOT PICKY

Vincent Preston stepped out of the wardrobe, mercilessly trampling on Mia Winslow’s dresses.

He was tall, almost one meter ninety, and he held Mia Winslow’s chin, looking down at her.

As his eyes roved, the prosthetic eye revealed a distinct mechanical feeling, somewhat eerie and terrifying.

He said sinisterly, "Are you ordering me?"

"Young Master Preston, the person who caused you to lose an eye is Jude Winslow, and the person who ensured Jude Winslow’s acquittal is Eleanor Winslow. If you want revenge, target the right people! Please leave immediately!" Mia Winslow said coldly, "I’m not ordering you, I’m looking out for you. Right now, the entire Preston Family is searching for you. If you’re found here—"

"Haven’t you heard I’m a madman? What do madmen care about right and wrong? Miss Winslow, I think your place here is nice. I’m planning to settle down here. And if I’m found—" Vincent Preston interrupted Mia Winslow with a gloomy smile, "Miss Winslow, your plans to unplug that woman’s respirator will also come to light."

Vincent Preston hadn’t expected that his recent hospital visit would let him catch Mia Winslow in the act of secretly trying to unplug someone’s respirator, grabbing a perfect handle!

"As you said, I let you stay for one night, and our grudges will be canceled!" Mia Winslow was internally struck with terror.

Vincent Preston clearly had no plans to cancel the grudge.

He swaggered onto Mia Winslow’s bed and lay down comfortably with a sigh.

"Mia Winslow, I’m curious, why do you want an old servant dead? Does she know some secret of yours?"

At the word ’secret’, Mia Winslow’s pupils contracted sharply.

She took a deep breath, walked over, suppressing the humiliation and disgust in her eyes, and leaned over to Vincent Preston: "Then what do you want, Young Master Preston?"

As Vincent Preston tilted his head, he saw Mia Winslow’s fair cleavage.

The woman’s alluring gaze was full of suggestive meaning.

Vincent Preston pushed Mia Winslow off the bed with a disgusted face: "Get away! This young master has no interest in you, white lily!"

Mia Winslow’s face turned red then white, then pale blue, and she hastily pulled her clothes straight, feeling humiliated.

"You’re not interested in me, who are you interested in? Someone like Eleanor?" Mia Winslow seemed deranged, "Vincent Preston, Eleanor has been married before; she’s been completely ruined by others!"

Vincent Preston suddenly looked at her, his eyes filled with disgust.

-

On the third day of her recovery, Eleanor Winslow had to take leave from the law firm due to a workday.

Fortunately, she hadn’t been assigned any tasks lately, sparing the law firm from any inconvenience.

When Julian Jacobs appeared again, he brought a bouquet with an artistic design.

Adrian Grant was sitting on the sofa in the hospital room, holding a conference on his laptop.

As Julian Jacobs placed the bouquet by the bed, Adrian Grant immediately rose, moving the flowers to a cabinet in the corner of the room.

Julian Jacobs glanced at Adrian Grant.

Adrian Grant pointed his chin towards another bouquet by the bedside, indicating there was already one placed — it was from Blake Lockwood.

Eleanor Winslow thought Adrian Grant’s behavior was simply sick!

But since there was already a bouquet bedside, moving Julian Jacobs’s to the cabinet wasn’t excessive — at least he didn’t throw Julian Jacobs’s flowers out.

He examined Eleanor Winslow’s expression and said with a smile, "Your complexion looks better, do your hands still hurt?"

Eleanor Winslow nodded honestly.

Her hands were filled with many nerves, the scars all over naturally hurt.

Adrian Grant folded his arms, looked coldly, and jabbed at Eleanor Winslow again, "You know pain, don’t you? Dare next time?"

He didn’t say it outright; Eleanor Winslow’s self-sacrifice seemed like a secret between the two, the kind of subtle intimacy that comes with sharing a secret known only to two people in front of a third.

"Why is Young Master Grant still here?" Julian Jacobs seemed to only just notice her, turning his head to ask politely.

"Well, aren’t you here too, Young Master Jacobs?" Adrian Grant retorted.

—You’re here, how can I not be?

"Young Master Grant, I’m different from you. You’re about to become a thing of the past." Julian Jacobs had also brought two boxes of fresh-cut fruit, asking Eleanor Winslow, "Want anything to eat?"

He didn’t mind being seen as an intruder by Adrian Grant, his demeanor was frank and natural, and to Eleanor Winslow, it seemed like a normal exchange between friends.

"She won’t eat passion fruit, avocado, or green grapes." Adrian Grant thought the box looked pleasant, only recognizing one banana that Eleanor would eat, but doesn’t particularly like.

Adrian Grant smiled and commented, "Young Master Jacobs is quite the picker."

Julian Jacobs wasn’t offended, smoothly putting the box away, taking out another one: "Blueberries, strawberries, and cherries, like any?"

Adrian Grant: "..."

This box had all she liked.

When Blake Lockwood arrived, she saw President Grant’s face as if he had eaten a fly, and asked with a smile, "What’s going on, why so tense?"

Eleanor Winslow shrugged, saying nothing.

Blake Lockwood pretended not to notice the undercurrent between the two men and said to Eleanor Winslow, "The discharge procedures are ready, you can go home today to rest, we’ll come back next week for a dressing change."

"Won’t Eleanor be inconvenient alone?" Julian Jacobs asked.

Adrian Grant immediately replied, "Indeed, it’s inconvenient."

"What, Young Master Grant wants to take care of her personally? With your current status, isn’t that inappropriate?" Julian Jacobs glanced at him and walked past the foot of the bed, standing before Eleanor Winslow, "I’ve brought a servant with me to Aethelgard, who’s very good at taking care of patients, Eleanor, would you like her to stay with you for a few days?"

"..." Blake Lockwood couldn’t stand it any longer and asked the two men, "Am I not a person?"

With that said, she signaled for the waiting servant outside to enter and pack Eleanor Winslow’s things.

"Miss Lockwood, Young Master Hawthorne’s already back in the capital, don’t you want to accompany your husband?" Adrian Grant held onto Eleanor Winslow’s jacket, not handing it to the servant.

The smile on Blake Lockwood’s face momentarily stiffened, but she quickly smiled and said, "What’s the point of accompanying a dog of a man?"

Blake Lockwood brought her servants and bodyguards, supporting Eleanor Winslow’s departure, leaving her belongings to them to handle.

Eleanor Winslow specifically sent Julian Jacobs to the hospital’s ground floor, lifted her heavily wrapped hands, "Senior, when I’m better, I’ll treat you to a meal, thank you for visiting me, take good care of yourself too."

"Alright." Julian Jacobs nodded with a smile.

Eleanor Winslow got into Blake Lockwood’s car and didn’t speak another word to Adrian Grant the entire time, as if he wasn’t there.

Adrian Grant clicked his tongue: "Young Master Jacobs seems to enjoy eating meals on women’s expense."

Julian Jacobs wasn’t ashamed: "Soft or hard, having something to eat is fine by me, I’m not picky."

-

Inside the McLaren.

Blake Lockwood noticed Eleanor Winslow watching the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Adrian Grant and Julian Jacobs’s figures were gradually fading, eventually disappearing completely.

"Why no farewell with Adrian Grant? Doesn’t suit your courteous character." Blake Lockwood teased.

Eleanor Winslow withdrew her gaze, "I hope next time I talk with him, the topic is divorce."