Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 57: From Now On, Let Me Protect You

Just a glance.

Eleanor was taken aback for a few seconds, even though she was mentally prepared, knowing his wife would undoubtedly be a beautiful woman.

But when she saw Josephine Thompson, she was still shocked.

His wife was more beautiful than she had imagined.

Today, Josephine Thompson appeared with a bare face, dressed in a beige-grey business-style suit. Her long hair was tied in a low bun, her whole being exuding a refined and understated elegance.

If someone else dressed like this, they would surely look older. But her beauty was striking, and the grey tone only made her appear more intellectual and graceful. One could imagine that if she put in a little effort, she would undoubtedly amaze everyone.

"..." Josephine Thompson was equally dumbfounded.

She stared steadily at the other person, a chill inexplicably rising over her body.

Eleanor sat upright in her wheelchair, like a seasoned general from ancient battlefields, indifferent to life and death. Even in leisure at home, she carried an overwhelming aura of solemnity and presence. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

A scar snaked across her cheek, from her left eyebrow arch down to her neck, disappearing into her collar. Despite undergoing medical treatment to remove the scar, faint traces were still visible.

Her left hand was missing two fingers, and there seemed to be a disability in her leg.

"Eleanor, I... um..." Nathaniel Gallagher stammered.

He hurried to Eleanor’s side, looking uneasy and anxious.

Eleanor gave him a serene smile, like still water, "Nathaniel, I just wanted to come and see. I won’t interfere with you. Do what you need to do, don’t mind me."

"..." Nathaniel’s breath hitched, his mind in a frenzy.

He was completely unprepared.

He didn’t even want her to return to Audenburg.

"Is this the Miss Thompson you mentioned?"

"Uh... yes!" Nathaniel replied ambiguously.

Eleanor looked steadily at Josephine Thompson, her voice carrying a natural authority, "Miss Thompson, thank you for being by Nathaniel’s side for these four years, taking care of him and accompanying him."

"..." Josephine Thompson came back to her senses, feeling at a loss.

The woman Nathaniel had hidden behind him unexpectedly appeared right in front of her.

She wasn’t prepared for this at all.

And what shocked her more was how different Eleanor was from what she had imagined.

His pure, unattainable love.

Was not a delicate little flower.

But rather... such a fearsome iron lady.

Nathaniel took a deep breath, bending down to tuck the blanket around her, "...Eleanor, why didn’t you call me first? I could have picked you up."

Eleanor gave a faint smile, "Just wanted to surprise you!"

"Ha~" Nathaniel forced a dry laugh, his mind in turmoil.

He subconsciously glanced at Josephine Thompson.

Josephine stood there as if she were paralyzed, motionless.

No one knew what she was thinking at that moment.

"Have the divorce proceedings been completed?"

Nathaniel nodded heavily, "...Yeah, almost."

"Eleanor, let me arrange a place for you to stay first!"

"Alright!"

"Andy, arrange for a driver."

Andy responded respectfully, "Yes, President Gallagher."

A short while later.

The driver drove the car over.

Andy immediately stepped forward to open the car door.

Nathaniel carefully bent down, lifting Eleanor from the wheelchair and placing her into the car.

"Eleanor, wait for me in the car for two minutes."

"Okay."

Nathaniel closed the car door and walked quickly toward Josephine Thompson with long strides.

Reaching her.

The two met eyes yet remained speechless.

After nearly a minute of silence, Nathaniel’s eyes reddened again and again, fine red veins branching in his pupils, "...Josephine, I... I’ve agreed to the divorce. Next court session, I’ll sign it."

"I’m sorry, you... take care of yourself."

The last few words were choked and pained.

Josephine looked at him, heartbroken, unable to say a word.

Her husband...

Suddenly seemed so unfamiliar as if she had never truly known him.

Or perhaps, like a dream, she had never really possessed him!

"I’m leaving now!" Nathaniel held back tears, wanting to reach out and touch her cheek.

In the end, he refrained.

Taking a deep breath.

He turned toward the car.

"Drive, to Rosewood Manor."

"Yes, President Gallagher."

The driver stepped on the gas, and the car drove away.

Not until the car was far away, disappearing into traffic.

Did Josephine Thompson come back to her senses, as if her spirit had been snatched away.

Lawyer Kane cautiously asked, "President Thompson, shall we head back too?"

"Oh~" Josephine Thompson came back to reality, mechanically stepping down the stairs.

Suddenly, she missed a step, her whole body falling forward.

"President Thompson, careful!" Lawyer Kane and Sophia swiftly rushed forward to hold her up.

"President Thompson, are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Josephine Thompson felt dizzy for a few seconds, then after half a minute, she finally regained consciousness, "...I’m okay."

"Where do you want to go now?"

"To The Antiquarian Market."

Sophia looked worried: "President Thompson, you seem very weak. Why don’t you go home and rest for a while?"

"No need, just go drive!"

"Alright then!"

Five minutes later.

Sophia drove the car over.

After Josephine Thompson got in the car, she leaned quietly against the seat.

Her face was as calm as water, but her heart was in turmoil, unable to calm down.

Even though she had already decided to get divorced.

Yet...

Her heart was still filled with extreme sorrow and sighs.

The four years of marriage she once believed to be happy and fulfilling turned out to be all for nothing. It was nothing but deception and hurt, devoid of any genuine feelings.

She was merely a tool being used.

The supposedly sacred love in her heart...

Was laughable to the extreme.

Half an hour later.

Sophia drove her to The Antiquarian Market.

"President Thompson, we’ve arrived at The Antiquarian Market."

"...Alright." Josephine Thompson got out of the car mechanically and walked to the office with a calm face.

"Click!"

She entered the office, locked the door as usual, allowing no one to come in.

She couldn’t calm her current emotions.

If she didn’t shift her focus, she would collapse with despair.

Only by immersing herself in work and fully engaging in the restoration of antiques could she heal and distract herself from her anxiety and pain.

...

At the same time.

Nathaniel Gallagher brought Eleanor Churchill back to Rosewood Manor.

This was their love nest from before.

When they were in love, because both of their identities were too special. They couldn’t make it public, only secretly dating.

Eleanor slowly got out of the car, looking at everything that was familiar yet unfamiliar. She was overwhelmed with emotions, tears brimming in her eyes.

"It’s still the same here..."

Nathaniel looked at her tenderly, "Eleanor, I’ve always had people looking after this place. Every plant and tree here, along with the interior decor and layout, has not changed at all."

"Nathaniel, thank you." Eleanor was deeply moved.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you inside to have a look." After speaking, Nathaniel did not push the wheelchair but personally carried her, holding her from the doorway all the way into the house.

The area of the villa in the manor was large.

He walked nearly ten minutes before finally entering the interior.

Eleanor gazed affectionately at his exceptionally handsome face, tears nonstop flowing down her cheeks.

She was very content.

He waited for her for eight years, took good care of her family, and left her with a son.

This was already enough.

Everything she gave for him was worth it.

Once inside the house.

Nathaniel placed her on the sofa, looking at her with deep affection and guilt: "Eleanor, welcome home."

"Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to prepare a welcome ceremony for you."

Eleanor blinked, a stream of tears slid down, "Nathaniel, do you truly not mind me?"

"I’m five years older than you, I’m already old. Plus, I’ve turned into this form, a cripple. Do you truly still want me?"

After hearing, Nathaniel choked with tears, lovingly drawing her into his embrace, "What kind of silly talk are you saying?"

"How could I possibly mind you? Without you, I wouldn’t have today’s me. Even if I lose everything, I won’t let you down."

"Nathaniel..." Eleanor cried, her face covered with tears of emotion.

With his words.

It’s already enough.

"Don’t cry, we should be happy instead. In the days to come, I will protect you." Nathaniel stroked the scar on her face, gripping her incomplete hand with heartfelt distress.

They were in a sibling romance, she was five years older than him.

At the same time, Eleanor was also Mrs. Dixon’s half-sister.

Her childhood life was extremely unfortunate and rough.

Her mother passed away early, her father was a gambling addict who squandered the family fortune.

When she was young, she often couldn’t afford enough food, surviving one hunger pang to another, without money for tuition and meal fees.

When life became truly unbearable, she would shamelessly go to borrow money from her sister.

Initially, Mrs. Dixon was very sympathetic to this half-sister, often providing her with money. But her gambling father drained her resources so quickly that, sometimes, the money Mrs. Dixon gave her would immediately be stolen by her father for gambling.

Over time, no one could keep up, and gradually Mrs. Dixon stopped caring for her.

However, it was through this that she met Nathaniel Gallagher.

At first, there was no interaction between them, just occasional greetings when they met.

Until Nathaniel was fifteen or sixteen.

The Gallagher Family began to decline, various crises erupted.

In order to handle the Gallagher Family business as soon as possible, he had to follow his father to learn management and social interaction.

At that time, Eleanor was also forced by life, dropping out of school early, drifting around several entertainment venues. Because of her daring and courageous nature, she made a name for herself in her twenties.

Later.

By chance, they quickly reached an alliance due to one unexpected interaction.

He aided her financially to expand her influence rapidly.

She became the gun behind him.

The things he couldn’t conveniently manage, she took care of all of them. Moreover, she was smart and brave, executing tasks neatly, leaving no evidence or loopholes.

They both leveraged each other’s strengths, quickly reversing the precarious situation of The Gallagher Family. In just a few years, they successfully ascended to the pinnacle of Audenburg’s gambling industry.

"By the way, where is our son now? I’m already impatient to see him!" Eleanor wiped away her tears, eagerly wanting to meet Henry Gallagher.