CHAPTER 136: CHAPTER 136: ETHAN GRANT SAYS WE’LL ALWAYS SLEEP TOGETHER

"Drink the medicine first, then eat breakfast." Ethan Grant was not indulging Yvette Aston at all, picking her up to wake her.

Anyway, if you’re sick, you need to take medicine and eat well quickly, otherwise your resistance will drop and recovery will be very slow.

"So sleepy..." Yvette was genuinely tired and wanted to sleep.

Yvette, feverish and drowsy, lay slumped on Ethan Grant, continuing to sleep.

Ethan Grant helplessly carried her to the dining table, coaxing her to eat first.

Yvette’s body was burning hot, her breathing also very heated.

Ethan Grant felt a bit heartbroken, yet more self-reproach.

What had he done to her last night...

"Mr. Grant." Outside the door, it was Christopher Carter’s knocking voice.

Startled awake, Yvette stood up abruptly, almost tripping.

Ethan Grant raised his hand to protect Yvette, ruffling her hair messily. "Wake up, eat breakfast and take medicine first."

Yvette’s heart was beating a bit fast, and her cheeks visibly redder.

Oh no... What did she just do to Mr. Grant?

Seeing Ethan Grant calmly get up to open the door, Yvette finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I’ve already dealt with the hotel staff, found the involved leaders, and threatened and tempted them, so they said Secretary Ziegler instructed them to do it," Christopher whispered, afraid Ethan Grant would get angry.

But Ethan Grant was already angry.

He ought to be; staying at his own hotel felt this unsettling.

"What about the receptionists at the front desk? Should we fire them all?" Christopher asked in a low voice.

"Why keep them?" Ethan Grant’s voice was deep.

"Yvette, they were just following orders. You wouldn’t blame them, would you?" Christopher, despite having no girlfriend, was very sympathetic toward women.

The reception girls were all fair-skinned beauties with long legs, tearfully begging him. He couldn’t change Ethan Grant’s mind, so he pleaded with Yvette.

Yvette, head fuzzy, looked up blankly. "Huh?"

"The receptionists who stopped you from entering the hotel last night, how do you want to deal with them?" Ethan Grant respected Yvette’s opinion.

"Last night..." Yvette finally recalled those who suspected her of being an escort and wouldn’t let her into the hotel. "They... They were just following orders. It seemed like they were working quite diligently."

Ethan Grant frowned and sighed.

Too kind, which in the workplace, isn’t necessarily a good thing.

"Just say Yvette pleaded on their behalf," Ethan instructed Christopher to arrange.

"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Christopher said excitedly, looking at the table full of breakfast. "Yvette, you can’t eat it all by yourself. I’ve come from outside, starving. You don’t mind if we eat together, do you?"

Yvette quickly waved her hand. "No... don’t mind."

"I mind, get lost." Ethan warned Christopher not to get too close to Yvette, nor sit too close.

Christopher couldn’t read his expressions. "Mr. Grant, don’t be so stingy. You personally go out to buy medicine for Yvette when she’s sick. I’m hypoglycemic myself, let me eat a little."

Yvette’s hand stiffened holding the spoon, suddenly looking up at Ethan Grant. Did he personally go buy the medicine?

Ethan Grant also looked at Yvette, his gaze intense.

Yvette, frightened, quickly looked down and drank her porridge.

"Eat more, you’re too skinny." Christopher incessantly fawned over Yvette, serving her fried dumplings.

Yvette didn’t have much appetite, nervously waving her hand. "Can’t... eat."

"You seem very energetic, how about accompanying Jayden Grant to supervise the desert project?" Ethan Grant said coolly.

He was going to reassign Christopher as soon as they got back.

Christopher choked, stood up abruptly, grabbed a few dumplings with disposable gloves, and ran. "Mr. Grant, I’m off to work, you can’t do without me."

After Christopher left, Ethan Grant took away the plate from Yvette and served her some plain food. "Don’t eat too greasy, drink some porridge, eat some greens, take your medicine, and go sleep."

Yvette’s head was very dizzy, always thinking Ethan Grant’s gentleness seemed unreal.

Why is he treating her so well?

Is this her imagination, or does it really exist?

Yvette was a bit reluctant to believe.

After eating some greens and drinking a bowl of porridge, Yvette, head aching, held a water cup to take her medicine.

"Is it very bitter?" Seeing Yvette’s eyes red, Ethan asked.

"No... not bitter." Yvette shook her head.

How could medicine be bitter?

When she was at the Aston Family, Yvette feared getting sick and taking medicine the most, preferring injections over swallowing pills.

Whenever she got sick, it took Stellan Aston a long time to coax her into taking medicine.

Back then, Yvette naively believed medicine was the most bitter thing in the world.

Until leaving the Aston Family and entering prison.

Yvette realized, actually, medicine wasn’t bitter at all.

Living itself is far more bitter than medicine.

She finished the medicine in one go and looked up numbly, seeing Ethan Grant handing her a candy, placing it in her mouth.

The bitterness of the medicine was instantly dispelled, spreading instead was the sweet fragrance of milk candy.

Her eyes started to burn more, and Yvette miserably wanted to cry.

"When things are bitter, eat a candy." Ethan Grant gently comforted.

Yvette stared blankly at Ethan Grant, her heart racing fiercely.

What to do... She seems, truly about to die.

She seems, truly, to have developed thoughts she shouldn’t have for Ethan Grant.

Wendy Bell probably saw through her thoughts.

Turning away, Yvette anxiously got up and walked dizzily towards the bed. "Mr. Grant, you should rest. I’ll... sleep for a while, it won’t affect this afternoon’s bidding."

"Yvette, six years ago... Wendy Bell and I were just a mistake, do you mind?" Ethan spoke calmly.

Since he had been with Yvette, they were married after all, he would definitely take responsibility for her.

Though about his past personal life, he still needed to be honest with Yvette, it was the most basic trust.

"Besides Wendy Bell, there were no other women around me, no scandals either," Ethan spoke again.

Yvette was a bit bewildered, not understanding why Ethan suddenly mentioned Wendy.

Was he going to ask her if she minded last night’s situation? Did Ethan indeed think last night was Wendy?

Sniffling, Yvette nervously spoke. "No... don’t mind."

What right did she have to mind? Her status as ’wife’ was a transaction itself.

Ethan could completely disregard her feelings, doing whatever he wanted.

And yet he asked her, how cruel.

Ethan felt relieved, seemingly in a good mood. "I’ll do whatever I can to compensate you, I..."

Ethan paused.

Yvette not minding his past with Wendy was reassuring.

"If there’s anything I’ve done wrong, you can let me know." Ethan had no experience in relationships, let alone stepping directly into marriage.

Yvette wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, feeling intensely aggrieved.

She desperately wanted to tell him, she was the one with him last night...

But Ethan would certainly despise her upon knowing, wishing she would disappear.

"Mr. Grant... I’m sleepy."

She just wanted to sleep well.

So tired.

"Hmm, sleep," Ethan sat on the sofa beside, working, seemingly intending to accompany Yvette.

Yvette was terribly nervous, he... wasn’t leaving?

"Mr. Grant... aren’t you going back to your room?" Yvette asked stammeringly, why hadn’t he left yet.

"Isn’t this my room?" Ethan chuckled helplessly.

"..." Yvette sprang up, frightened.

Of course, Christopher booked the room, Ethan slept here last night, waking up here, naturally thinking this was his room.

Then... Then she also came back here to shower and sleep.

Dear! What had she done?

"Mr... Mr. Grant, sorr... sorry... I’ll just... just leave now!"

Oh no, she wished for a hole to crawl into.

"From now on, let’s sleep together," Ethan said casually, looking at his laptop.