Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 103: He Wants to Play Hard to Get and Make Her His Pawn

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: He Wants to Play Hard to Get and Make Her His Pawn

The numbers on the elevator descending kept changing.

Nathaniel Gallagher emitted an aura so cold, it was nearly frosty.

Evelyn Thorne shrunk in the corner, her fingers unconsciously twisting her pink long hair. With wide, watery eyes, she looked at him, full of childlike innocence.

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned and glanced at her, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.

Despite her appearance like a rebellious girl.

Her clothing and the jewelry she wore seemed unimpressive like fake goods. Yet, everything was from top luxury brands, unaffordable for ordinary people.

Moreover, although her expression was one of fear, she boldly stared at him with her swirling eyes. To proactively pursue him like this required experience with the grand stage.

"What’s your name?"

Hearing him ask her name, Evelyn Thorne was overjoyed, "My name is Evelyn Thorne, I’m 26 years old, graduated from Moringside University in The Republic of Arcadia. Height 168, weight 49 kilograms, my measurements are 34, 24..."

She wished she could give him a comprehensive report of her background all at once.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s brow furrowed slightly, only catching her surname and missing the rest.

"...Evelyn Thorne, from the Thornton Family in Caldwen?"

Evelyn Thorne’s eyes lit up, nodding cutely, "Yes, yes, that’s right, from the Caldwen Thornton Family. My grandfather is Samuel Thornton, you should have heard of him, right?"

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher understood instantly.

His severe demeanor eased somewhat.

Caldwen had two distinguished aristocratic families.

One was the Grant Family, and the other was the Thornton Family.

Both had unmatched power and wealth, invincible in their influence. Furthermore, the two families were close allies, intertwined in support.

"You should have heard of my grandfather, right?"

Nathaniel Gallagher pondered for a few seconds, with a faint, playful smile at the corner of his eyes, "...Oh~, so you’re the daughter from the Thornton Family."

Having said that, he slightly raised his eyebrows, casually curving his lips.

Evelyn Thorne’s heart raced, dazedly staring at him.

He was too handsome.

Moreover, he exuded a powerful masculine tension, an ultimate allure of mature charm from the inside out.

Sometimes, this aura could be even more captivating than features.

"Ding!"

The elevator reached the basement level.

Nathaniel Gallagher glanced at her imperceptibly, stepping out with his long strides.

Evelyn Thorne’s heart pounded, hurriedly following him, "Mm~, are you not mad at me anymore? Can we be friends? We can have a meal together someday and know more friends, more paths!"

Nathaniel Gallagher said nothing and walked toward the car.

Andy had been notified to rearrange a vehicle to pick him up, "President Gallagher, Miss Churchill is looking for you!"

"To Kensington University Hospital."

"Yes."

"President Gallagher, please get in the car."

The driver respectfully opened the car door, and Nathaniel Gallagher bent and got in.

Evelyn Thorne also chased to the car, leaning against the window, "Mr. Gallagher, please don’t remove me from WeChat, okay?"

Through the car window.

Nathaniel Gallagher gazed at her deeply, curving his lips with a faint smile.

Then the driver started the car.

The car slowly drove away.

As the car left, it seemed to take her heart along with it.

"Finished, I’m probably completely sunk this time."

"How is there such a charming man in this world? Oh my God! It’s like he grew in my heart..."

Evelyn Thorne stood at the spot reluctantly, constantly recalling his bewitchingly charming smile.

It seemed dangerous, yet irresistibly alluring.

In the car.

As the car drove out of the parking lot.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s face turned immensely grim, so dark it could drip water, as he punched heavily on the seat.

Breathing heavily to avoid exploding in anger.

"Julian Grant..."

In just an instant.

He immediately had a plan to deal with Julian Grant.

Julian Grant had repeatedly provoked him.

The reason he dared not harm Julian Grant was the fear of the family’s power behind him.

Since ancient times, civilians do not contend with officials.

No matter how rich he was, he was just an economic power, how could he fight with authority?

But!

Now he thought of a way to destroy Julian Grant, even to topple the entire Grant Family.

...

In the hospital room.

Josephine Thompson was groggily waking up.

Her nose had fractured, and her forehead and upper lip were bruised.

There was no other major injury, just superficial wounds.

Julian Grant stayed by the window, feeling heartache, "Josephine, you’re awake?"

Josephine Thompson opened her eyes groggily, her brain spinning like a whirlpool.

After a while.

Her consciousness finally returned.

"...Julian Grant, is this a hospital? Why am I in a hospital again?"

Julian Grant felt a pang in his heart, tightly gripping her hand, "This is a hospital, you just got injured, so you were taken here for treatment."

"..." Josephine Thompson tried to recall but couldn’t remember how she got injured.

Just feeling like something was pressing on her nose.

The upper lip hurt intensely when she spoke.

She instinctively reached out, touching her forehead and nose wrapped in gauze.

Clearly.

The injury was on her face.

Julian Grant, seeing this, instinctively stopped her, "Don’t touch, the surgery on your face just finished, it’s not healed yet!"

"The doctor said you must rest well."

"...What happened to me? Get me a mirror, I want to see."

"Don’t look now, everything is wrapped up."

Josephine Thompson’s heart burst with anxiety, "Quickly, give it to me..."

Saying this, she struggled to sit up.

"Alright, alright, don’t move, I’ll get it for you!"

Julian Grant had no choice but to go out and fetch a mirror from the nurse!

Five minutes later.

Josephine Thompson looked at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing herself!

Her entire face and head were swollen.

Besides the bandaged wounds, the exposed skin was smeared with iodine.

Moreover, her mouth was swollen like a pig’s mouth, resembling a thick little bun.

Boom!

Josephine Thompson’s brain exploded, "How...how did I become like this? Oh my God, am I disfigured?"

Julian Grant hurriedly reassured her, "Don’t think too much, definitely not!"

"I just asked the doctor too, there won’t be any scars. Your nasal bone is fractured, but once it heals, it’ll be fine."

"Impossible, this is impossible..." Josephine Thompson couldn’t help but reach up to touch the gauze on her nose and her swollen upper lip.

She really couldn’t believe it.

One day, she would be disfigured.

Even though she never cared much about her appearance, nor thought of herself as particularly beautiful.

But regardless of how little she cared about looks, she didn’t want to be disfigured.

"Josephine, don’t touch it, there are bacteria on your hands! Even if there are scars, with modern cosmetic surgery, they can be completely repaired!"

Josephine Thompson couldn’t listen, her emotions were on the verge of collapse.

"Stop talking..."

"Alright, alright, I won’t say anymore. Don’t overthink it. Recuperating well is the most important thing right now." Julian Grant spoke affectionately, clutching her hand with distress.

It was all his carelessness.

He let Nathaniel Gallagher hurt her like this.

Even if she was truly disfigured.

He wouldn’t mind.

He had seen her at her most beautiful and would always remember her that way.

Josephine’s heart felt torn apart, recalling how she got hurt.

Nathaniel Gallagher...

He truly was a terrifying demon.

She never expected that even after fleeing to Northwood, she couldn’t escape his grasp.

"Josephine, I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not protecting you. I’ve hired a bodyguard for you, and they’re waiting outside. From now on, wherever you go, you must take a bodyguard with you."

Josephine Thompson felt dead inside and didn’t want to speak.

Her mind was in chaos, unsure of what to do.

Looking at her shattered and miserable state.

Julian Grant was overwhelmed with guilt and at the same time, hated Nathaniel Gallagher to the core.

"Josephine, don’t worry! I will protect you well, and I’ll definitely make Nathaniel Gallagher pay dearly..."

"Knock, knock, knock"

The sound of knocking on the door.

"Come in."

Shane Lynch pushed open the hospital room door and came in, holding a thick stack of payment slips and paperwork. "How is Ms. Thompson?"

Julian Grant frowned, gesturing for him to lower his voice, "She just fell back asleep."

Shane Lynch quickly shut his mouth upon hearing this.

He placed the documents on the table and stepped forward to check her injuries.

His heart was also heavy and pained.

Ms. Thompson was such a kind and beautiful, gentle and hardworking girl.

But who would have thought that such a wonderful girl would have an unhappy marriage.

Josephine Thompson and Nathaniel Gallagher had been divorced for over a month now.

Though they hadn’t announced their divorce to the media yet.

But their close friends and family already knew.

"Mr. Grant, you’ve been keeping watch and must be tired. Take a break and have something to eat! I brought you some water and takeout!"

Julian Grant shook his head sadly, "I have no appetite, but thank you."

"Don’t mention it, at least have some water!"

"Thank you!" Julian Grant accepted the water, twisted the cap off, and drank a few sips.

"By the way, how much are the hospital expenses? I’ll transfer the money to you."

Shane Lynch quickly refused, "No need, no need, it’s just a small amount. As long as Ms. Thompson is alright, money is a minor issue."

"That’s not right, she’s my girlfriend, I must cover the costs. You’ve been running around, which I’m very grateful for. How could I let you pay?" Julian Grant said, immediately taking out his phone to transfer money to Shane Lynch.

Shane Lynch felt a pang in his heart, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Indeed, an outstanding girl. Even after divorce, she’s still sought after.

He hadn’t even had time to react, and a new boyfriend was already in place.

"Mr. Grant, really, it’s unnecessary..."

"Stop the nonsense, show me your payment code quickly."

"Uh, alright then, the total expense is fourteen thousand..."

Before he could mention the specific amount, Julian Grant directly transferred 200,000 to him.

"Thank you for everything today."

Seeing the transfer amount, Shane Lynch immediately declined, "Mr. Grant, you’ve sent too much, the expenses only total a little over ten thousand!"

Julian Grant, with his deep pockets, had no restraint in spending money. "The extra amount is gratitude money."

"No, no, I really can’t accept this." Shane Lynch sternly refused and immediately refunded the money back to him.

If someone else received that much extra money, they would be thrilled.

However, encountering a pure-hearted person like Shane Lynch, full of integrity.

He would only feel insulted by such money.

After several rounds of refusal from both sides.

Ultimately, Julian Grant couldn’t insist and sulkily kept the money.

...

Kensington University Hospital.

When Nathaniel Gallagher returned to Eleanor Churchill’s hospital room, it was already past nine in the evening.

Eleanor was anxiously waiting for him.

Seeing him return, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nathaniel, where have you been? Why do you have more injuries again?"

Nathaniel Gallagher silently walked over without explanation or speaking.

Just sat there silently.

"..." Eleanor felt a pang in her heart, instinctively going silent as well.

They had known each other for many years.

They shared a deep understanding.

When he was silent, she wouldn’t bother him.

When he was injured, she would soothe and protect him like a mother.

When he was down, she would guide and care for him like an elder sister.

When he was lonely, she would ignite passion in him like a lover.

Thus.

He relied on her emotionally and psychologically, unable to separate from her.

However.

These feelings had already transcended love, transforming into a deeper familial affection.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

The phone vibrated again.

Nathaniel Gallagher paused for a few seconds, then took out the phone and glanced at it.

Evelyn Thorne had sent him several more messages.

He only glanced at them and didn’t reply.

He wanted to play hard to get.

To make Evelyn Thorne completely sink in.

To make her his weapon against Julian Grant.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you’ll never be defeated.

The more familiar a person is, the better you know where to stab to be most lethal.