Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 65: Flames of Passion Easily Ignite

The breakfast originally scheduled for 7:30 was delayed until 8:40.

Luckily, the kitchen in this house is well-equipped. The warming drawer is just the right size for two servings.

No need to worry about the breakfast being hot or cold, though Auntie King’s mood was still heavy.

Everything in the kitchen is custom-made from Bresland, including the cabinets, knives, and pots, tailored to personal height and usage habits.

Compared to the imported German standards of the Grant Family kitchen, this place feels more like a carefully thought-out home.

"Auntie King?" Eleanor entered the kitchen, "His breakfast should be packed."

Auntie King awoke, "Isn’t the young master going to finish eating before leaving?"

Eleanor’s face alternated between red and white, extremely stiff, "He doesn’t have time."

Auntie King is not an inexperienced young girl. At her age, she’s been through everything and knows what happened during this hour of delayed breakfast.

Not only does she understand, but she also knows that the man should be showering right now.

"Eleanor, during your period—you should take care—"

Auntie King hesitated with her words, and Eleanor’s face was wooden, "I—haven’t—" she couldn’t finish, "I got it."

Eleanor felt she was still numb to Cillian Grant’s attitude.

Previously, his desires were strong. When the two were alone, it was often just a few sentences before they were hugging and cuddling, and soon the spark would ignite a wildfire. Yet, over the past month or so, due to various coincidences, he had been surprisingly reserved.

Moreover, sharing a bed these past couple of days, though he held her tightly, he acted like an upright gentleman, refraining from any inappropriate actions. Eleanor managed to sleep well several nights in a row and naturally relaxed her vigilance.

"Auntie King, no need to pack corn, I won’t be eating it anymore." The man stood in the dining area, looking refreshed, his gaze passing over Eleanor, "Don’t make it again."

Auntie King obediently poured the corn out, but her heart was full of doubt.

Usually, when someone’s tastes change, they gradually go from liking something to not liking it as much.

But he was different, he couldn’t stand it all of a sudden.

His temperament of intensely loving or hating something was too extreme and clear-cut.

Eleanor carried the packed breakfast box to see him off. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The light at the entrance highlighted the man’s silhouette, tall and muscular. He was dressed in a deep blue double-breasted suit, buttons meticulously fastened, tie precisely arranged, embodying a composed and mature sternness, showing no trace of the wild indulgence in the bathroom earlier.

"I want—"

"Going out?" The man changed into his shoes and stood up, "You don’t want to."

Eleanor held her breath, "I don’t want to go out, I’m bored, I want my phone."

She knew she shouldn’t rush, but earlier, he had been too wild. Even though she fiercely guarded her pants, her upper body was left a mess, and her arms were weary. Instead, he grew more vigorous, wrapping and circling, exhausting her. He hadn’t satisfied his urge.

Even taking a step back, it’s only right for her to act a little willful now.

Cillian Grant glanced towards the kitchen. Auntie King made eye contact before quickly withdrawing her head.

"I remember." Cillian Grant looked at her with deep meaning, "The last time you enthusiastically saw me off and made a request was when graduation was near, and the school announced the final batch of scholarship nominees."

After the list was announced, Eleanor’s name was at the top, and the academic advisor personally called to congratulate her.

In front of him, Eleanor chatted happily, but secretly, she had already signed a contract for her internship.

"..." Eleanor was speechless.

After a while, she raised her face, "If that’s how you think, there’s nothing I can do."

Cillian Grant narrowed his eyes.

Eleanor said no more and turned to leave.

The man pulled her back and effortlessly brought her to him, "Giving me the cold shoulder?"

"I wouldn’t dare." Eleanor glanced at his hand, which had recently been bandaged just minutes ago.

Remembering his shameless antics in the bathroom, Eleanor’s anger surged, "This wound, I deliberately made it. Why not unwrap it, so I don’t deceive you again."

She swiftly untied the neatly tied bow, undoing the bandage she had wrapped, familiar with the process, it came apart halfway.

Cillian Grant seized her, tightened his arm, the solid muscles swelling, holding Eleanor firmly like she was caught between metal and stone, unable to move an inch.

"Acting again." Cillian Grant’s face showed annoyance, "How many times have you used this tactic to retreat as you advance and turn the tables?"

Eleanor’s expression was momentarily blank, then she dropped her face, "I can be sneaky too."

Cillian Grant laughed bitterly, indeed, during their four years of cohabitation, she had unexpectedly progressed to post-graduate studies, catching him off guard.

"Bandage it."

Eleanor glared at him for a few seconds, lowered her head reluctantly, "It’s your request."

She re-bandaged the wound, with the string winding around, tied into a dead knot.

Cillian Grant looked down, examining the dead knot.

Eleanor, "... I tied it too much, couldn’t make a bow."

Cillian Grant gave her a sideways look, let her go, and pushed the door to leave.

Eleanor gritted her teeth, turned back to the kitchen.

Auntie King was handling the corn, half of it had already been thrown into the trash can. Eleanor stepped forward and held onto the remaining half, "Auntie King, he doesn’t love it, I do."

Auntie King’s expression was rather intriguing, they both seemed off in a curious way, "But... Damon said, you now feel sick just looking at corn."

So today’s corn was just an embellishment, one serving.

Eleanor ate a big bite in front of her, "That was yesterday, today I love it again."

Auntie King couldn’t help but laugh.

In contrast to Cillian Grant, who wouldn’t touch it, Eleanor indeed has a nostalgic nature. Things she loved since childhood, even if her tastes were to change, it would only be temporary.

Luckily, she wasn’t like Cillian Grant’s absolute coldness. Auntie King privately felt that people with extreme love and hatred are prone to stubbornness, prone to madness.

"Then I will secretly make it for you in the future."

.........

Liam Xavier owns an estate in the suburbs of Soldane Province. Three months ago, he took over most of the ornamental plants discarded by The Grant Botanical Gardens.

After three months of nurturing, even in winter, there was a lush green view.

Looking out the window, there is a French garden surrounding a lake in the background, with white swans and waterfowl, aligning intriguingly with the scenery.

A peaceful and idyllic pastoral scene.

Liam Xavier and the specially invited tea ceremony master admired the view while engaging in conversations about the classics of tea, discussing the history of tea globally, and debating whether Mongolian tea bricks and British black tea originated domestically.

Although the debate had no clear winner, the exchange of ideas was exceptionally brilliant, earning Liam Xavier a bright-eyed expression of admiration from the tea master.

At this point, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Cillian Grant arrived fashionably late.

The tea ceremony master, with fragrant tea in hand, brewed a cup of black tea and handed it to him.

Liam Xavier looked somewhat desolate, "Sarah left, she knew I’d decided to abort the child, preferred divorce over harming the child."

Cillian Grant took a sip from his teacup, "You bring it upon yourself."

Liam Xavier sighed heavily, "I’m actually quite heartbroken. I took ninety-nine steps for her, braving all the difficulties now alone and abandoned, yet she doesn’t understand my predicament."

The tea ceremony master poured tea for him again.

Cillian Grant spoke leisurely, "Seventy billion versus one woman, you chose wisely."

Liam Xavier’s face was clouded with gloom, "But now I’m isolated, alone. The board held a meeting, and ninety percent supported my removal. I’ve already lost."

Cillian Grant advised, "Then admit your mistakes, get divorced, and rejoin forces with the board."

The tea ceremony master’s expression changed.