Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 63: She Likes All Five of His Best Buddies
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Just as his mother’s call automatically hung up, another call came in.
Julian Grant glanced at the caller ID, feeling even more troubled.
He hung up directly.
Immediately afterward.
The other person started bombarding him on WeChat:
[Julian Grant, why the hell aren’t you answering my calls?]
[Tomorrow, my parents are forcing me to have dinner with you. If you don’t come, bear the consequences.]
[Also, what were you up to today? Were you chasing girls again?]
After reading the messages.
Julian Grant felt even more irritated and cursed, "Crazy person!"
"I’m seriously done; they’re all insane!"
After cursing, he defiantly turned off his phone, unwilling to be disturbed further.
The one messaging him was his childhood sweetheart and first love—Evelyn Thorne.
Both their families had similar backgrounds, as aristocratic as they come. Moreover, their families were deeply connected, interdependent, and supportive of each other.
So, their parents arranged their betrothal since childhood, planning for them to marry when they grew up.
When they were sixteen or seventeen.
He was truly fond of Evelyn Thorne then, and they dated formally.
However...
He was inherently a restless wanderer.
At that age, he was far from mature, playful, and flirtatious, constantly wooing girls everywhere.
And Evelyn Thorne was not tolerant of him at all.
Her personality was bold and unrestrained, along with studying abroad, her mindset was open and daring. As he continued to flirt with others, she couldn’t control him.
In a fit of rage.
She slept with three of his five best friends.
Afterward, she deliberately sent him pictures to provoke him, directly crowning him with flaming green hats.
Seeing her in bed with his best pals, Julian Grant was so angry he laughed.
From then on.
He stayed as far away from her as possible, unwilling to date her formally again.
...
At one o’clock in the morning.
"Cough cough..." Josephine Thompson awoke hazily, unable to suppress a few dry coughs.
Julian Grant stayed by the bedside all along.
Seeing she was awake, he immediately leaned forward to check, "Josephine, you’re awake?"
"Cough cough~" Josephine weakly opened her eyes, still feeling dizzy.
"Do you want some water?"
"Mm~"
Julian Grant promptly got up, poured a cup of warm water, and carefully helped her sit up.
"Here, be careful, don’t choke."
His arm passed close to her neck, letting her rest against his arm.
Josephine took a few sips from the cup.
"Want more?"
"That’s enough..." she said weakly, wanting to lie back down.
Yet Julian Grant was reluctant, wishing instead to let her rest against his chest.
Her frame was soft and small, holding her felt like she was boneless. Her long black hair fell softly across his arm, as if it was teasing his heart.
"Josephine." Julian Grant gazed deeply into her eyes, pulling her closer into his embrace.
Josephine tilted her head, unconsciously leaning into his chest.
Julian Grant’s throat rolled dryly, wanting to kiss her forehead.
But he felt it wasn’t right to do so.
After all, she hadn’t divorced yet.
After a while.
He still laid her back on the pillow, carefully tucking her snugly under the quilt.
Josephine, having drunk some water, quickly fell back asleep.
She was utterly exhausted.
Alongside the medicine containing calming and sleep-inducing properties, she slept deeply, deeply.
...
The next day.
At nine in the morning.
Julian Grant’s personal assistant, Tommy, hurriedly rushed to the hospital, "Master Grant, something’s wrong! The mistress wants you to return home immediately."
"Also said if you don’t return today, all of us will be fired."
Julian Grant felt a sharp pain in his temple, "Dang~, my mom is really infuriating."
Tommy bowed and pleaded with a pained expression, "Master Grant, I’m begging you! I’ve got elders and little ones to care for; my whole family relies on me alone. If I lose my job, my parents will end up on the streets, my wife and child will run away with someone..."
Julian Grant frowned, "Alright, alright, shut up!"
After speaking, he got up, taking a deep look at Josephine Thompson.
She was still asleep, seemingly going to sleep till afternoon.
"Doctors, nurses, make sure to take good care of her, no mistakes allowed."
The caretakers and nurses earnestly assured, "President Grant, rest assured, we will do our utmost to care for the patient."
"Good."
Julian Grant repeatedly emphasized his request with concern.
Afterward.
He left the hospital.
At ten in the morning.
He returned promptly to The Grant Family mansion.
As soon as he walked through the villa gates.
The butler, leading rows of servants, stood at the entrance for punishment.
Every time he made a mistake, those around him would be punished.
"Young Master, you’re finally back!" the butler eagerly rushed forward.
"We’ve been punished by having to stand the entire morning, my old bones are nearly falling apart."
The Grant Family has several housekeepers, with over a hundred servants.
This batch of servants and housekeepers is specifically tasked with serving him alone.
Julian Grant replied sullenly, "Then you might as well just retire!"
The housekeeper, with a fawning expression, said cheekily, "Uh~, you’re kidding, young master, these old bones of mine can still hold on for a few more years."
"Young master, come inside quickly! Madam, Lady Grant, and Grant are all waiting for you."
"Hmm..." Julian Grant sighed and tossed the car keys to the housekeeper casually.
Then, he swaggered towards the house.
Entering the living room.
His mother, along with his grandparents, were seated seriously on the sofa.
"Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, I’m back." Julian Grant said nonchalantly, hugging Grant and Mrs. Grant as he entered.
The elderly couple were his grandparents.
But since he took his mother’s surname, he changed to calling them Grandpa and Grandma.
"Julian, your mother’s angry, go soothe her quickly," Mrs. Grant advised, feeling pity for her grandson.
Julian Grant shrugged and said playfully, "My dear mom, why are you so eager to get me back? What’s the matter?"
Mrs. Grant, with an air of authority, said angrily, "You still know to come back?"
"I called you yesterday to tell you about today’s meeting with the Thornton Family. We must have lunch together at noon; you have to go no matter what."
Julian Grant looked annoyed, "Mom, I’ve already told you, it’s impossible between Evelyn Thorne and me. I’d rather be single all my life than marry her."
Mrs. Grant was frustrated and said with disappointment, "Why? Evelyn is such a wonderful girl. You’ve grown up together, isn’t this a great bond? Why don’t you know how to cherish it?"
"..." Julian Grant had a dark look on his face, just wanting to laugh.
Evelyn Thorne is the epitome of a performer.
She acts like a good girl in front of the elders.
But privately, her style is quite bold.
Besides having already slept around with his mates, who knows how many other men she’s slept with outside.
He can fool around wherever, but absolutely not his future wife.
However, he sees no need to smear her reputation, knowing the kind of woman she is.
"Look at where you went messing around last night again? Go change your clothes quickly, you need to head out soon."
"And starting tomorrow, you must faithfully go to the company to work. You also need to participate in all shareholder meetings. You can’t keep idling around day after day doing nothing."
"..." Julian Grant rolled his eyes, feeling utterly hopeless.
He hated meetings the most.
Every time he saw a room full of old-fashioned poker faces, he felt instantly annoyed.
Besides, each meeting would take at least two to three hours. Making him sit still for two hours, he would really go crazy.
"Mom is talking to you, did you hear me? Can you grow up and be sensible? The future of The Grant Family’s business depends on you!"
"Alright, alright, I know, Mom, can you stop nagging?" Julian Grant responded absentmindedly.
His ambition is not to be a mediocre businessman.
Even though The Grant Family’s business empire spans the globe, worth trillions.
It doesn’t interest him in the slightest.
"Alright, hurry up, go change clothes?"
Julian Grant chuckled, solemnly stating, "Mom, Grandpa, Grandma. I officially announce, I already have a girlfriend."
"I won’t marry anyone else but her."
"..." Mrs. Grant looked dumbstruck.
Mrs. Grant and Grant seemed pleasantly surprised, hastily asking, "Whose daughter is she?"
"What line of work is her family in? Do we know them?"
"Haha~, her family is in the antique business, and she’s very outstanding herself, being my junior. She’s of good character and talent, virtuous and dutiful; she’ll surely make a great daughter-in-law in the future."
The elderly couple, even happier upon hearing this, said, "Really? Then bring her over someday, let us meet her."
Mrs. Grant, with a puzzled face, asked, "In the antique business? Which family?"
"Haha, don’t ask. Anyway, I want to marry her."
"Then make sure to bring her over, let us meet her!"
"Uh~, she’s not divorced yet. I’ll definitely bring her when she’s divorced."
Whoosh!
The three listened, looking dumbfounded, nearly coughing up blood.
"Are you joking with us?"
"No, I’m serious. She’s about to get divorced; once she does, I’ll pursue her!"
"... You little rascal, seems like you want a beating again. When your dad comes back, he’d want to skin you!"
Not waiting for his mother’s rage.
Julian Grant, with a roguish smile, ran upstairs swiftly.
Mrs. Grant was furious, yet utterly helpless, "This brat is going to frustrate me to death..."
...
At two in the afternoon.
After dealing with family matters, Julian Grant hurriedly rushed to the hospital.
In the hospital room.
Josephine Thompson had already left.
"Where’s the patient?"
The nurse looked surprised, "Huh~ the patient was just here; how did she disappear in the blink of an eye?"
Upon hearing this, Julian Grant hurried out of the room, looking around everywhere.
Unfortunately.
Josephine Thompson had already left the hospital and headed back to Audenburg.
...
On the return journey.
Josephine Thompson sat blankly in the car, her mind in turmoil.
She originally wanted to stop caring about anything.
Hoping for both parties to separate peacefully and timely.
But she never expected Nathaniel Gallagher to actually want her dead.
Since that’s the case, she can no longer retreat or tolerate.
"President Thompson, we’ve arrived at Audenburg; should I take you to The Antiquarian Market or home?"
Josephine Thompson replied coldly, with a heart like dead ashes, "To the police station."
