Lily Shaw, having changed into a casual dress, stared blankly at the red booklet in Aiden Grant’s hand.
The photo on the booklet was one she had never seen, the photo showed a face full of collagen, quite different from her currently thin face.
Beside her, the man did not hide his joy at all, his mouth curling upwards; it wouldn’t be impolite to say that Eldest Young Master Grant had a silly smile.
She secretly lifted her eyes to glance at the man, only to discover his gaze had been focused on her the whole time, that intense gaze seeming to be looking at his treasure.
Lily Shaw shuddered slightly; she was startled by this terrifying thought.
Even with a cold expression, he was unbearably handsome; he curled his lips, slowly stood up in front of her, and unceremoniously pulled her into his arms.
This forceful and domineering act, coming from such a handsome man, strangely did not make Lily Shaw feel repulsed.
Eldest Young Master Grant noticed the unease of the person in his arms, yet indifferently took a lock of her hair off her neck, his cool fingers touching her warm skin; he nearly couldn’t control his desire to caress it.
“Mrs.
Grant, may our cooperation be pleasant.”
Lily Shaw barely resisted the urge to throw off the man sticking to her, fake-smiling as she replied, “Mr.
Grant, during the contract period, I’m sure our cooperation will be very pleasant.”
From behind her, Eldest Young Master Grant, eyes full of tenderness, raised an eyebrow at the implication in her words: “Really?
Mrs.
Grant, I’m looking forward to it.”
An irritation suddenly rose in Lily Shaw’s heart; she seemed to have made a mistake, she shouldn’t have rashly agreed to Eldest Young Master Grant’s spontaneous marriage request, she felt like she had gotten onto a pirate’s ship.
“Mr.
Grant, I…”
“Call me husband,” Eldest Young Master Grant’s eyes became more profound, pausing before explaining, “wife, this is one of the obligations of marriage.”
She had heard them countless times in just one day, and nothing good ever followed.
“Husband, where’s our bridal suite?
Or are we going straight back to The Grant Family?
Surely we’re not spending our wedding night in a hotel?” Lily Shaw had her own little plan; Eldest Young Master Grant making such a grand gesture to marry her should mean heading straight back to The Grant Family Estate.
It would be perfect if Eldest Young Master Grant changed brides just before the wedding, surely the elders who valued face would have a ‘heart-to-heart’ with him all night long.
Aiden Grant looked at Lily Shaw’s feigned curiosity humorously; he really wanted to remind this little woman to hide her thoughts deeper, not to reveal everything on her face.
“The bridal suite is at The Whisperwind Estate, West Suburb, the driver is waiting downstairs.”
Lily Shaw playfully stuck out her tongue, just about to say something, when the man standing in front of her suddenly turned dark, his hands tightly gripping her shoulders, “wife, you mustn’t do this little gesture in front of other men anymore.”
Every time this little woman stuck out her adorable and alluring little tongue, he wished to press her down on the bed and take complete possession of her.
Eldest Young Master Grant pressed his forehead against hers, saying those words, then lifted her onto the sofa, pressed himself down to silence her mischievous little tongue.