Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 218: The Setting Sun Is Infinitely Beautiful, Yet Night Falls Near
Seeing her so happy.
Julian Grant felt a deep sense of accomplishment.
"How about it? Aren’t I impressive? Do you still want to kick me out now?"
"..." Josephine Thompson was at a loss for words, looking at him with gratitude and excitement.
What had been a century-old problem for the Thornton Family.
Was solved by him so effortlessly.
Sometimes, it really is just such a coincidence.
It’s as if fate had a plan all along.
"Thank you."
Julian Grant looked at her indulgently, yet with a playful air, "Just a thank you?"
"Hmm... What do you want then?"
"This." Julian Grant bent down, bringing his handsome face close to hers.
Josephine Thompson’s cheeks flushed. After hesitating for a few seconds, she gently kissed his cheek.
"Hehe!" Julian Grant smiled knowingly, his eyes sparkling like stars.
Their eyes met.
Dopamine and hormones collided.
It turns out...
When you truly like someone, even just seeing them fills your heart with joy.
True love is pure and sweet.
Bodily pleasure is merely an elevation of love.
The love in Julian Grant’s eyes was undeniable. He gently held her waist and leaned down to kiss her.
Josephine Thompson didn’t resist, but she didn’t respond too proactively either, just shyly smiled.
"Let’s study this and see where it’s located specifically. Maybe we can really uncover a treasure that will shock the world." Julian Grant seemed more interested than Josephine Thompson.
The thrill of treasure hunting and adventure.
To him, it was much more interesting than being the chairman of The Grant Group.
"Alright!"
"Judging by the map’s age, it should be during The Dawnveil Dynasty. Back then, the landmarks must have changed drastically compared to now."
"No worries, we’ll research it slowly, no rush."
"Okay."
Julian Grant gently pressed his fingertips on the center of the complete map, his eyes bright: "Look here, at the intersection of ’Eagle’s Beak Peak’ and ’Crescent River,’ there’s a strange symbol, like an inverted tripod."
Josephine Thompson leaned in for a closer look.
Sure enough, there was a fine engravement of a tripod shape there, with a border surrounded by star-like carvings: "My parents’ notes mentioned ’Star Tripod as Key,’ maybe that’s the key to unlocking the treasure."
"Yes, we need to research this slowly. Let’s leave Audenburg first."
Julian Grant nodded, "...Alright."
They dared not delay any longer.
They packed the map and the Jade Bone Box, and left the basement.
"To the airport."
In the car.
Josephine Thompson watched as the scenery outside the window flew by, then glanced at Julian Grant beside her, who was marking coordinates on his phone.
Suddenly, she felt that even if there were countless dangers ahead, as long as he was there, she feared nothing.
...
The Gallagher Group.
Andy clutched the newly received information, standing in front of Nathaniel Gallagher’s desk, his head bowed even lower: "President Gallagher, Miss Thompson and Julian Grant have left Audenburg."
"What was their purpose in coming back this time?"
"Miss Thompson took Julian Grant to the Thornton Family’s basement and took an antique."
"These are photos that our people secretly took, you can take a look."
Finished speaking.
Andy handed over the photos of Julian Grant and Josephine Thompson kissing to Nathaniel Gallagher.
Nathaniel Gallagher’s whole aura plummeted dangerously.
Seeing the photo of the two kissing was like igniting a bomb.
With a "bang!"
Nathaniel Gallagher fiercely crushed the glass in his hand; shards cut into his palm, and blood trickled through his fingers onto the expensive woolen carpet.
Yet, he seemed unfazed, his eyes filled with a fury that almost spilled out: "Two reckless fools!"
"Are they deliberately flaunting their romance in front of me?"
"..." Andy bowed his head even lower, silent as if in extreme cold.
Nathaniel Gallagher took several deep breaths, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Watching the endless stream of traffic below, he grew more restless, "Keep an eye on them, report their movements to me at any time."
"Also, how is the evidence against Leo Ford coming along?" he suddenly turned, his voice as cold as ice.
"We’ve already found connections between him and the previous committee election, as well as several transactions transferring assets overseas privately, but we’re missing the crucial documents signed by him personally."
"There’s more key information, President Gallagher, you should take a look yourself."
After Andy finished speaking, he quickly handed over the USB containing the collected evidence to Nathaniel Gallagher.
Nathaniel Gallagher looked it over, a malicious smile tugging at his lips, "Heh, leave."
The bigger the tree, the more it attracts the wind.
But when the tree grows large enough, it’s not so easy to shake.
Besides, all the surrounding trees were also big trees.
He needed absolute certainty and a backup plan before taking any action.
...
o’clock in the afternoon.
The old household of The Gallagher Family.
Mrs. Gallagher was instructing the servants to pack.
"Pack all of these and those. I’ve gotten used to them and want to take them to Arctica."
Servant: "They are all packed."
Henry Gallagher was sullen, "Grandma, are we really going to Arctica?"
Mrs. Gallagher: "Yes, from now on, you’ll be studying there."
Henry Gallagher: "When will we come back?"
"Hmm, once we go, we won’t be coming back. In the future, Grandma and you will settle in Corinthia."
"Why?"
"Don’t ask so many questions, just pack your toys!"
As she spoke.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the yard.
"President Gallagher is back."
Nathaniel Gallagher pushed open the car door, walked into the living room, eyes scanning the luggage scattered around, his brow slightly furrowed: "Haven’t packed yet?"
Mrs. Gallagher quickly approached, her tone probing somewhat: "Nathaniel, do you really want Henry and me to go to Arctica? Can’t we wait..."
"Mom." Nathaniel Gallagher interrupted her, his tone allowing no disagreement, "Audenburg is not safe right now, someone is watching me. What if it implicates you? Staying in Arctica puts my mind at ease."
He paused, looked at Henny kicking a toy car in the corner, his voice softened slightly, "Henny, say goodbye to Daddy. Listen to Grandma once you get there."
Henry Gallagher looked up, his eyes red: "Daddy, aren’t you coming with us? I don’t want to be apart from you."
Nathaniel Gallagher squatted down, patted his son’s head, a flash of complex emotions passing through his eyes, quickly covered by a cold hardness: "Daddy still has work to do. I’ll come to Arctica to see you once I’m done. Be good, remember to call Daddy once you’re there."
"Okay."
"Once everything is packed, I’ll take you to the airport."
Mrs. Gallagher, listening on the side, was alarmed but dared not ask too much.
Many wealthy people have left for abroad.
To ensure safety, she could only go along with it.
"Is everything almost packed?"
"Yes, almost done."
She knew that what her son was doing now wasn’t simple, so she could only quietly help with the packing, hoping that Henny could stay safe in Arctica.
Nathaniel Gallagher glanced at the time and said to Andy, "Arrange a car to take Mom and Henny to the airport. Remember, you must ensure their safety on the road. Once they arrive in Arctica, have our people over there look after them well."
"Yes, President Gallagher."
Henry Gallagher, holding onto a servant’s hand, looked back at Nathaniel three times every step, whispering, "Daddy, you must come and get me."
Nathaniel Gallagher waved his hand without saying anything further.
He knew that once he sent off Mrs. Gallagher and Henny, he would have no more worries.
Next up.
He had to face Julian Grant properly.
...
"Let’s go! Back to The Rose Garden." After seeing off his mother and son, Nathaniel Gallagher planned to send Eleanor Churchill abroad as well.
However.
Eleanor Churchill was restricted from leaving the country due to alleged legal violations.
"Is there any way to get Eleanor abroad?"
Upon hearing Nathaniel Gallagher’s question, Andy’s face immediately turned apprehensive, replying in a lowered voice, "President Gallagher, her bail for medical treatment is strictly monitored, and her exit application was long rejected by customs. She can’t even leave the city freely now, let alone go abroad... It’s simply not feasible."
"Unless... unless she smuggles out."
Nathaniel Gallagher’s footsteps suddenly halted, his eyes growing colder, "Can’t even handle this?"
He originally wanted to send Eleanor away too.
Firstly, to prevent her from causing trouble domestically, and secondly, to silence outside gossip. But he hadn’t expected she was already under surveillance.
"It’s not that we’re not trying, it’s just that the surveillance is too tight."
Andy quickly explained, "We had already pulled a lot of strings just to get her medical bail. If we act rashly now, we’re likely to be watched, which might lead to even more complications."
Nathaniel Gallagher was silent for a moment, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists by his side. Agitatedly, he tugged on his tie, his voice as cold as ice: "Keep a close watch on Leo Ford."
"Yes, President Gallagher, I’ll arrange it immediately," Andy replied promptly, not daring to say more.
Nathaniel Gallagher turned around and headed towards the Rolls-Royce, the window slowly rolling up, shutting off the outside view.
He leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes, but the image of Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant kissing kept flashing in his mind.
The more he thought about it, the more it felt like a knife stabbing into his heart, causing excruciating pain.
"Julian Grant, Josephine Thompson..." he murmured the names, filled with a sinister tone.
"I won’t let you be together."
The car slowly drove away from the Gallagher family’s old estate, heading towards The Rose Garden.
...
The Rose Garden.
Eleanor Churchill had already been discharged from the hospital.
However, her body remained weak, requiring various medications daily to maintain her vital signs.
Vivian Shaw prepared a handful of capsules and pills, and thoughtfully poured some warm water, "Auntie, the medicine is ready. It’s time for your medication."
Eleanor Churchill sat in the sunlight, covered by a thick blanket.
But even so.
Her body still trembled with cold.
She gently brushed her hair with her hand, and surprisingly, dozens of strands fell out.
"Cough, cough..." Eleanor Churchill weakly and feebly coughed, staring numbly at the hair that had fallen into her hand.
She knew her time was nearing its end; there wasn’t much good time left.
Vivian Shaw brought over the medicine, shocked at the sight of the hair in Eleanor’s hand, "Ah~, Auntie, how did you lose so much hair?"
Eleanor Churchill felt like she was plunged into an icy cave, remaining numb and hollow for a few seconds.
"Vivian, Auntie knows you really like Nathaniel."
Vivian Shaw’s eyes flickered upon hearing that, "Auntie, I... I!"
Eleanor Churchill gave a wistful smile, then looked at her, "It’s okay."
"After Auntie is gone, I’ll entrust Nathaniel and Henny to you."
Vivian Shaw’s hand trembled violently as she held the glass of water.
Warm water splashed on her fingertips, yet she didn’t notice, hastily shaking her head: "Auntie, don’t say such things! You’ll get better; the doctor said you just need some good rest..."
Eleanor Churchill gently interrupted her, the sharpness in her eyes replaced by a weary grayness: "I know my own body. This illness has dragged on so long that it’s already drained me dry."
She raised her hand, her bony fingertips lightly touching Vivian Shaw’s hand back.
Seeing Vivian Shaw’s youthful and vibrant appearance, she couldn’t help but feel an indescribable envy.
Time waits for no one.
Her era was inevitably coming to an end.
Yet, she had also once loved passionately and fought fiercely in her youth. Now, she had also married the man she loved most as she wished.
In truth, there wasn’t much in life to regret.
The only regret.
Was that beautiful times were too short.
The evening sun is infinitely good, only that it approaches dusk.
"Vivian, I know you’re attentive and truly good to Henny. After I’m gone, please keep an eye on Nathaniel for me, don’t let him get stuck on things, and don’t let him clash head-on with someone like Julian Grant..."
At this point.
She suddenly began to cough violently, her chest heaving unsteadily, her face turning pale.
Vivian Shaw hurriedly supported her back, her eyes turning red: "Auntie, don’t say anything more; take your medicine first."
She handed the pills and warm water to Eleanor Churchill’s mouth, watching her swallow with difficulty, her heart feeling as if it was blocked and uncomfortable.
Eleanor Churchill rested for a while before breathing evenly, her gaze landing on the swing in the distant garden.
That was Henny’s favorite place to play in the past.
Unfortunately, Henny still didn’t like her, his mommy.
"Also, don’t let Henny know that I’ve left... just tell him I went abroad for treatment and that I’ll come back to be with him once I’m better."
"Tell him, actually, Mommy loves him very much."
Vivian Shaw couldn’t hold back any longer, tears falling as she nodded forcefully: "Auntie, I remember, I’ll do all of that. You will get better; we still have to wait together for Henny to come back from Arctica."
Eleanor Churchill looked at her, forcing a smile, saying nothing more.
Sunlight fell on her, but couldn’t warm her icy fingertips.
She knew she wouldn’t see Henny grow up, nor would she see him start a family and settle down.
"Vroom, vroom, vroom."
The sound of a car engine came from outside the courtyard.
Vivian Shaw looked up, seeing Nathaniel Gallagher’s Rolls-Royce parked at the gate, her heart instantly tightening.
"Auntie, Uncle’s back."
Eleanor Churchill also heard the sound, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes before she returned to calm, saying to Vivian Shaw, "Don’t tell him too much, I don’t want him to worry about me."
"Okay."
Eleanor Churchill dropped the hair in her hand to the ground, forcing a gentle and deep smile on her face.
"President Gallagher, please step out of the car."
Nathaniel Gallagher got out of the car, walking straight to Eleanor Churchill’s side.
"Eleanor, your health hasn’t fully recovered, why aren’t you staying indoors?"
"The wind outside is strong; what if you catch a cold?"
Eleanor Churchill gazed at him dazedly, her eyes filled with endless longing, "It’s okay, I just wanted to get some fresh air and soak up the sun outside."
Hearing this, Nathaniel Gallagher came up to her and attentively tucked the blanket tighter for her, "How long have you been outside?"
"Not long, I just came out."
"The doctor said your body is very weak, you shouldn’t be out in the wind. I’ll take you back inside."
"Okay, fine."
Nathaniel Gallagher personally pushed the wheelchair, moving her towards the house.
Even though he had already changed his heart.
Even though there was no longer love between them.
But he still treated her very, very well.
He never abandoned her, never looked down on her or disliked her because they were no longer a match.
That’s why...
She still felt no regrets.
Still grateful to the heavens, for letting her meet him in this life.
