Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 198: Do You Really Like Me That Much?

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Do You Really Like Me That Much?

Nathaniel Gallagher felt the soft touch in his embrace, yet his fingertips slowly tightened beneath the table.

He didn’t respond as Evelyn Thorne anticipated but instead gently held her shoulder and pulled her away slightly, with a perfectly restrained tone, "Miss Thornton, don’t be troublesome."

Evelyn pouted playfully and hooked his tie with her hand, "I’m really drunk, feeling so dizzy..."

Nathaniel’s face remained unchanged, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his eyes, "Miss Thornton, if you continue like this, I might lose control."

"If you get hurt, don’t start crying."

After saying that.

He lightly hooked her slender waist with his arm, pulling her with a gentle to heavy tug that made her heart tremble.

"Mr. Gallagher..."

"Are you truly drunk?"

"Yes, quickly take me to my room to rest." Evelyn’s breathing quickened, her eyes like silken threads hooking onto him.

She was always open and bold, extremely fond of handsome men.

Facing the man she adored endlessly, she became even more fervent.

"Ha~, good!"

Nathaniel bent down and picked her up horizontally.

Then, with long strides, he walked towards the room.

Evelyn’s mind became completely muddled, clinging tightly to his chest like a plaster. She slightly raised her bright red cherry lips, demanding a kiss, "Mr. Gallagher, kiss me, quickly!"

Nathaniel abstained, deliberately teasing her desire, "Haha~, don’t seduce me like this."

"Mr. Gallagher, why pretend to be serious? You invited me to such a place because you want to..." Evelyn impatiently tightened her grip around his neck.

Nathaniel smiled silently, simply holding her and entering the presidential suite.

"Click!"

The door just opened.

Ignoring everything, Evelyn boldly confronted, asking at his neck, "Mr. Gallagher, I really like you. I’ve never loved a man for so long."

"You’re really bad, always ignoring me, causing me to almost fall sick with longing."

"Is that so?" Nathaniel chuckled lightly, placing her on the bed.

The soft, plush bed sank down.

He supported himself on the bed, preparing to get up.

"Mm-mm, don’t leave." Evelyn’s arms tightly held his neck.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, not letting him rise.

"Mr. Gallagher, don’t reject me. You can do whatever you want with me..."

Nathaniel propped his arms on the bed, watching her with a half-smile, "Miss Thornton, you’re truly drunk. Sorry, I’m not a casual man."

Upon hearing this, Evelyn became even more anxious, holding him tighter, "Mr. Gallagher, I really like you. Please don’t torment me anymore, okay?"

"From the moment I saw you, I really liked you. Every night, I dream about you. When you called me yesterday, I was truly happy."

"Don’t reject me; please fulfill me, okay?"

She eagerly explored with her hands.

She raised her neck proactively, kissing randomly at his jawline and throat.

"Ha~, don’t do that. I’m a married man."

"I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. I just want to be with you, to be happy. I won’t affect your family, and I won’t let your wife know..."

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel’s handsome face displayed a complicated charm, "Do you truly like me that much?"

"I swear to the heavens, I really like you, so much, so much."

Nathaniel charmingly smiled, hooking her chin and asking, "Do you like me more than Julian Grant?"

Evelyn’s mind became chaotic, wishing she could show him her heart, "Julian and I are a thing of the past; we no longer have a relationship. Besides, he likes Ms. Thompson, not me at all."

Nathaniel’s smile turned cold, feeling a heartache.

She noticed his dark expression.

Evelyn realized she misspoke and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I forgot Ms. Thompson is your ex-wife."

"Mr. Gallagher, please don’t be angry, and don’t ignore me, okay?"

The human spirit harbors innate depravity.

What is unattainable always causes a stir!

A debutante like her was humbling herself as a sycophant for the first time.

Nathaniel adjusted his expression, with sharp eyebrows lightly arched, "...how could I?"

"However, I like a devoted woman. If you become my woman, there can be no other man."

Like grasping onto a lifeline, Evelyn nodded eagerly, with urgency almost spilling from her eyes, "I won’t! I promise! It’s only you, I don’t want anyone else!"

Her fingers continued to roam over his chest, heatedly, as if to burn through the fabric onto his skin.

Suddenly, Nathaniel held her hand down, with just enough force to halt her actions.

He leaned in, his nose almost touching her forehead, voice low as a lover’s whisper yet hiding an unnoticeable calculation, "Words are useless."

Evelyn froze for a moment, a hint of panic in her eyes, "Then... what do you want me to do?"

"I need you to help me with a small task." Nathaniel’s fingertips lightly grazed her cheek, with a chilling touch.

"I want to see if you truly like me as you say."

Evelyn’s breath became uneven, looking earnestly at him, "Tell me. If I can do it, I’ll definitely do it."

Nathaniel slightly curled his thin lips, eyes revealing a sinister glint, "...since you have such sincerity, I’ll not hide from you anymore."

"Julian Grant has always been undermining me from behind. Not only did he take my wife, but he’s also using his connections to retaliate against me in various ways, trying to destroy me."

"..." Evelyn’s pupils shook, looking at him in shock.

"No... can’t be, Grant the Dog wouldn’t do such a thing."

Nathaniel sneered, "Recently, he had my club sealed off, causing me to lose billions."

"That’s not all; he even messed around at my villa abroad. Not only did he kill my pets, but he also wrecked my house."

Listening to this, Evelyn instantly felt sympathy, "What? That’s too much? How can he do that?"

Nathaniel’s face was somber, his pupils intentionally tinged with red. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He intended to present himself as a helpless, handsome man bullied by a tyrant.

Men enjoy being heroes rescuing the damsel.

Likewise, a woman’s empathy for the weak is stronger.

"It’s not just that."

"Now he wants to eliminate me, to bankrupt our entire Gallagher Family. He’s constantly threatening me, targeting my wife, and sabotaging my business. It won’t be long before I go bankrupt and even become a prisoner."

"By then, will you still like a failure like me with nothing?"

Evelyn was pricked by the vulnerability he intentionally presented in his eyes, her previous romantic thoughts instantly replaced by anger and empathy.

She abruptly sat up, gripping Nathaniel’s arm anxiously, "How can he do this! Julian Grant is too excessive!"

She remembered Julian Grant’s perpetual indifference and disdain towards her, yet he was always extremely protective of Josephine Thompson.

This already left her with a simmering resentment.

At this moment, she took Nathaniel Gallagher’s words seriously, feeling that Julian Grant was just a bully relying on his family’s power.

"Of course, I still like you!"

Evelyn Thorne’s voice was choked with tears, her eyes red, "How can he treat you like this? Did The Gallagher Family provoke him?"

"Just wait, I’ll make sure he gets what he deserves. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely help you, I’ll help you vent this anger."

Nathaniel Gallagher let out a cold, helpless laugh, shaking his head with a sigh, "No, you can’t help me."

She was just a little girl.

Her so-called helping him vent his anger was nothing more than scolding Julian Grant after seeing him, or hitting him a few times.

If that’s all it was.

He wouldn’t need to seek her out.

What he wanted was to solve the problem fundamentally, to first bring down Julian Grant’s father.

As long as Mr. Grant was toppled.

Attacking Julian Grant afterwards would be a breeze, with nothing to hold him back.

He wanted to uproot The Grant Family entirely.

"Then tell me, how can I help you?"

Nathaniel Gallagher lowered his lashes, hiding the schemes in his eyes, his tone becoming more somber: "He said I stole Josephine Thompson, but back then it was clearly Josephine who willingly came with me... Now, relying on his father’s support, he won’t be satisfied until he drives me to death."

He paused, looking at Evelyn Thorne with a perfectly calculated look of probing and helplessness: "I know you and he are childhood friends, maybe... you won’t believe what I’m saying."

"I believe you!" Evelyn Thorne cut him off immediately, her chest heaving violently, "I’ve long had enough of his high and mighty attitude! Who is he really, acting like he’s the king of kings?"

The more she talked, the angrier she became.

Grabbing a pillow from the bed and hurling it fiercely: "No, I can’t just watch him bully you like this!"

That was exactly the effect Nathaniel Gallagher wanted.

He gently took her hand, his fingertips cool to the touch, but his voice was now tinged with several degrees of earnestness: "Actually... I know he’s recently been discussing cooperation with your father, seemingly wanting to leverage the Thornton Family’s channels to suppress me."

Evelyn Thorne was startled: "My dad? How could he...?"

"Maybe Julian Grant persuaded him."

Nathaniel Gallagher sighed, withdrawing his hand to rub his brow, "I know it’s putting you in a difficult position, but I really have no other way. If you could keep an ear out during their discussions, even just jot down a few key phrases... maybe I’d still have a way out."

Seeing Evelyn Thorne’s hesitant expression, he prodded a little more: "Of course, if you find it troublesome, just forget it. I don’t want to put you in a position where you’re caught in the middle and have to suffer."

"It’s not troublesome!" Evelyn Thorne gritted her teeth, a flicker of determination in her eyes, "Julian Grant can mercilessly go after the one I like, why should I worry about childhood loyalties?"

She clenched her fists, her tone firm and resolute: "Don’t worry, I’ll go back and find an opportunity! If they dare plot against you, I’ll make sure to remember every word they say and help you deal with him!"

Nathaniel Gallagher watched her fervent expression, a barely detectable curve lifting his lips before quickly vanishing.

He reached out, gently brushing aside a strand of hair from her cheek, his voice soft enough to melt: "I’m sorry for the trouble."

Evelyn Thorne looked up at Nathaniel Gallagher, her eyes full of resolve: "For you, it’s no trouble at all."

Nathaniel Gallagher smiled slightly, though his eyes remained cold as ice.

The fish had finally taken the bait.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Nathaniel Gallagher then took out a miniature listening device from his bag, "It’s actually quite simple, you just need to find an opportunity to place this thing in your father’s office."

Evelyn Thorne was taken aback, "What? Place it in my father’s office? Why?"

Nathaniel Gallagher: "Don’t overthink it, I’m not targeting your father, nor will I do anything to harm him."

"I know your dad and Mr. Grant are close friends, also colleagues supporting each other."

"They must have a lot of dealings behind closed doors, I just want to find out what Mr. Grant senior prefers. I could walk down a few paths, ask him to kindly advise Julian Grant to be lenient and spare me."

He deliberately downplayed it.

Making her feel it was an inconsequential matter.

In reality.

He was well aware.

Among those in high offices, there are inevitably numerous things they wish to keep hidden. Being in high positions makes it hard for Mr. Thornton and Mr. Grant to keep their balance.

Just a few incriminating pieces of evidence are enough to bring them down from their lofty positions.

Evelyn Thorne squeezed the cold little device, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Although she was initially mindswept by anger.

Actually tampering with her father’s office still made her feel uneasy.

After all, her father was no ordinary man, every move could incite chaos and storms.

"This... isn’t this a bit... risky?" she bit her lip, her gaze evasive, "What if my dad finds out..."

Nathaniel Gallagher had anticipated her hesitation, drawing her into an embrace, softly patting her back in a soothing manner: "Don’t worry, it’s very discreet, it won’t be found. Just think of it as doing me a favor, giving me a chance to survive, alright?"

His chest pressed against her cheek.

The warm breath mixed with a faint scent of cedar, making Evelyn Thorne’s heartbeat a little more erratic.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s fingers skimmed the ends of her hair, his voice lowered slightly, "Besides, your dad and Uncle Grant have such a good relationship, maybe Julian Grant simply takes after his father."

"If we know Uncle Grant’s preferences, and I prepare a generous gift to visit, maybe he’ll relent? If not, at least I’d know how they plan to deal with me, so I can be on guard."

He paused, then deliberately sighed again: "I really have no other choice... otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to you."

Evelyn Thorne was softened by his words; thinking of Julian Grant’s haughty demeanor, and Nathaniel Gallagher’s current "pitiful" state, her hesitation gradually dissipated.

She looked up at Nathaniel Gallagher, a fire of determination rekindling in her eyes: "Alright, I’ll help you."

After all, it was just placing a little thing, not doing anything heinous.

Once Nathaniel Gallagher overcame his difficulties, they could be together openly.

It was just a small favor; if it could help the man she admired, she’d feel gratified.

A flicker of cold triumph passed through Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes, quickly masked by warmth. He reached up to pinch her cheek gently, smiling tenderly: "Really? I’m so touched."

The words were like honey, sweetly enveloping Evelyn Thorne’s heart. She carefully tucked the listening device into the innermost pocket of her handbag, as if hiding a secret about their future.

"I’ll go back now and find an opportunity." She stood up, straightening her dress with a hint of excitement in her voice, "Wait for my good news."

Nathaniel Gallagher nodded, tidying her slightly disheveled collar: "Be careful on the way."

Watching Evelyn Thorne hurry away.

All softness drained from Nathaniel Gallagher’s face, leaving only an icy calculation.

He walked to the window, gazing at the bustling world below, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

Julian Grant, and the entire Grant Family... this game had just begun.

Having done all this.

He approached the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, reflecting the deep, unfathomable darkness in his eyes.

Julian Grant, don’t you want to see me ruined and disgraced?

Then let’s see, who will fall from the clouds first.