Entangled in Midnight: Mrs Grant wants a Divorce Novel – Let’s Get Divorced, I’m Tired of This The window in the master bedroom was slightly ajar. The sound of the drizzling rain outside mingled with the woman’s sobs on the bed. Under the warm yellow light, the man’s profile was handsome and stern, his deep eyes seemed as if they would devour the woman in his arms.
Eleanor Winslow lay on the bed, her beautiful face flushed with a captivating crimson. Adrian Grant’s voice was hoarse and seductive, making one’s heart tremble when he whispered by the ear. He held her tightly in his arms. That treasure-like gesture made Eleanor irresistibly hope— Could he possibly have some affection for her? Just then, a sudden phone ring pierced the air, unbearably shrill.
Eleanor caught a glimpse of the caller ID on the phone and froze. “Ah—” The man patted her lower back. He followed her gaze and saw the caller ID: Mia Winslow! The man’s actions came to an abrupt stop, and he answered the call. Whatever was said on the other end, Adrian Grant had already regained his composure. “I’ll be right there.” He extricated himself and left. Eleanor’s body remained in its original position, stunned.
Though her body was still warm, her heart turned colder with every moment. “Adrian Grant, you’re going out?” Eleanor saw him swiftly changing clothes, her mouth speaking before her brain. Trying to hold him back. “Mm.” Adrian Grant grabbed his phone and walked out without sparing a glance at Eleanor. Summoned at will and dismissed at whim. Eleanor felt that at this moment, her naked self was like a prostitute, her heart pricked by a dagger repeatedly.
Both painful and ironic! She pulled the silk blanket over herself, her voice cold and soft with a lingering hoarseness: “Adrian Grant, you’re leaving like this? Aren’t you afraid Mia Winslow will smell me and get jealous?” Adrian Grant’s motion to open the door paused, he turned his head, caught Eleanor’s downward gaze… The man’s exceedingly handsome face under the halo revealed the callousness of someone in a high position, his gaze indifferent, as if the person who had been intimately entwined with her minutes ago wasn’t him.
Eleanor met his eyes, her radiant and soft face alluringly tense, her gentle smile clearly a provocation and satire. “Eleanor, Mia’s hand injury has relapsed. She initially suffered multiple tendon and nerve tears in her palm, nearly rendering it useless—” Adrian Grant looked down at her, his reminder chilly, “It was your doing.” Eleanor’s hand under the blanket unconsciously clenched into a fist, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the smile she forced faded. “Adrian Grant, you’re not a doctor, what can you do? She calls her brother-in-law in the middle of the night, takes you from your wife’s bed, isn’t that inappropriate?” The man returned in a few strides, bent down and pinched Eleanor’s chin, his thumb unconsciously stroking her skin: “Eleanor, if you still want it, I’ll come back to make it up to you, don’t make a fuss, okay?” “I find you filthy!” Eleanor slapped his hand away, turning her head aside, feeling utterly insulted. When Adrian Grant heard “filthy,” he wasn’t angry, if anything, his eyebrows raised slightly. “Adrian Grant!” Eleanor took a deep breath, gambling, “If I say, I wish you would stay tonight, you—” Before she finished speaking, the man interrupted: “Eleanor, you’re not qualified.” Eleanor’s eyelashes trembled, she tilted her head to meet his coldness: “I’m Mrs. Grant, not qualified?” Adrian Grant as if hearing a joke, tore off his veneer of gentlemanly politeness, and said: “Eleanor, need I remind you how you became Mrs. Grant?” – The lingering scent of the man in the master bedroom made Eleanor feel suffocated, suffocated until her heart ached. An hour later, Eleanor saw Mia Winslow’s Weibo update:
[Even a little pain is bearable with a loved one by your side; happiness can be no more than this] The picture was of a man standing by the window, his back tall and straight, broad shoulders, narrow waist, enticing. Even without seeing the man’s face, Eleanor recognized him, it was her husband—Adrian Grant! Eleanor’s chest throbbed with pain, feeling particula