Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 207: Mr. Gallagher, Kiss Me

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher was silent for a moment.

To be honest, he felt no interest in her. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Before marriage, he had played around with many women.

But one thing never changed.

Clean, pure.

A woman like Evelyn Thorne, even if she lay naked on his bed, he... had no reaction.

Evelyn’s voice carried a note of aggrieved crying as she tightly clutched her skirt, her eyes red: "You clearly said you’d accompany me after playing golf, and now you’re busy again. Don’t you really want to be with me?"

Nathaniel tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes filled with disgust, yet his tone softened, "How could I not want to be with you? It’s just... I’m afraid of hurting you."

"I’m willing, and I’m not as fragile as you think. I know you have a wife, but I don’t care."

"What? In your eyes, am I not as beautiful as Josephine Thompson?"

Nathaniel listened, feigning helplessness, sighed, and gently tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel: "You’ve really got me scared now."

He turned the steering wheel.

The car veered off the route towards the Thornton Family and headed toward The Elysian Hotel instead.

"Just this once, it won’t happen again. I need to call the partner to explain, so as not to delay things."

Evelyn instantly smiled through her tears, quickly leaning over to wrap his arm, her cheek brushing against his sleeve: "Don’t worry about work. It’s okay if it’s a bit later."

Nathaniel didn’t respond, took out his phone and dialed his subordinate, deliberately adopting a serious tone: "Put the plan on hold for tonight. I have an urgent matter here that I can’t leave. I’ll reconvene with the other party first thing in the morning."

The person on the other end responded with "Alright."

He quickly hung up.

The so-called "urgent business cooperation" was nothing more than a casual excuse he made up.

...

An hour later.

The car stopped at the entrance of The Elysian Hotel.

The doorman immediately stepped forward to open the car door.

Nathaniel got out first and then reached to assist Evelyn, his actions impeccably gentlemanly.

As they walked into the elevator.

Evelyn clung to his arm, unable to hide the delight in her eyes.

The door to the presidential suite opened.

As soon as Evelyn stepped inside, she turned eagerly, hooking Nathaniel’s tie with her hand, standing on tiptoes to kiss him.

But Nathaniel slightly turned his head, avoiding her lips, instead raising a hand to ruffle her hair: "Tired? Take a shower to relax, I’ll pour you a glass of red wine."

He deliberately avoided intimate contact.

Although a trace of disappointment passed through Evelyn’s heart, the thought of their impending private moments quickly washed it away, and she nodded obediently: "Wait for me, I’ll be quick."

After Evelyn took her sleepwear into the bathroom.

The gentleness on Nathaniel’s face instantly faded, and he quickly took out his phone and sent a message to his subordinate.

Five minutes later.

Evelyn hastily showered.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she walked out.

Before Nathaniel could react, she was already straddling him, "Mr. Gallagher..."

Nathaniel sat in the chair, a playful smile on his face as he looked at her.

"Do you really want to sleep with me that badly?"

"Hate it, why do you say it so bluntly?"

Nathaniel chuckled softly, gently yet dominantly wrapping his arm around her waist, "I’m a gentleman, yet I’m utterly bewitched by this little vixen."

"However, once you sleep with me, you’re my woman. If you betray me, I’ll punish you."

"I won’t. From now on, I’ll only love you, Mr. Gallagher. Kiss me..."

Evelyn leaned in to kiss him voluntarily, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

Nathaniel, like a dragonfly skimming the water, kissed her perfunctorily.

His large hand roamed around her back...

Want to sleep with him.

Dream on.

He wouldn’t touch her.

However...

If he didn’t give her a taste of sweetness.

Clearly, he couldn’t escape nor hold onto her.

But it didn’t matter.

His fingers were soft and long, comparable to a hand model’s...

And he was extremely experienced.

"Mr. Gallagher, stop torturing me."

Nathaniel gave a wicked smile, "In a hurry?"

"Isn’t this just the beginning?"

Quickly.

In less than three minutes.

Evelyn could no longer contain herself and let go of his neck, her voice carrying a hint of desperation, "Mr. Gallagher, you’re so bad!"

"Carry me to bed..."

"Okay."

Nathaniel carried her towards the bed.

The domineering kiss fell again.

Evelyn was nearly going crazy, her voice hoarse and indistinct.

"Give it to me, give it to me..."

"Bzzz bzzz bzzz..."

At the crucial moment.

Nathaniel’s phone rang.

"Sorry, let me take this call." Nathaniel quickly disengaged to answer the phone.

Evelyn felt an empty feeling in her heart, gazing after him with reluctance, "Mr. Gallagher, hurry back."

Nathaniel had already taken the phone, heading towards the living room.

"Hello..."

"What? Say that one more time?"

"Mmm, mmm, I got it. I’ll head back to Audenburg immediately."

After a brief conversation.

He returned to the room, his face solemn, and quickly grabbed his suit, "That’s it for today. I must leave immediately."

Evelyn sat up abruptly, "What happened?"

Nathaniel deliberately wore a look of urgency, "Something very serious has happened at my company, and this time, I might really go bankrupt."

"How could this happen? What exactly is going on?"

"It’s too complicated to explain right now. In short, Julian Grant wants to ruin me this time. I don’t want to burden you or cause you trouble. It’s been a pleasure knowing you. Goodbye!"

Evelyn watched Nathaniel’s serious expression, instantly panicking.

She hurriedly wrapped herself in the blanket and chased him off the bed, reaching out to grab his arm, "Bankruptcy? How could it suddenly be bankruptcy? Is it President Grant causing trouble behind it again? Can I help?"

All she could think of was "I can’t lose Nathaniel Gallagher."

Completely unaware of the calculation that flashed in Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes.

Nathaniel Gallagher grasped her hand in return, his tone carrying a bitter undertone, "It’s because there was a mistake in my previous project in Audenburg, which Julian Grant caught hold of, and teamed up with several partners to withdraw their investment. Now the company’s cash flow is cut off, I must go back immediately to handle it, I don’t know if I can make it through."

"Moreover, he’s been plotting against me, pushing me to the brink..."

Evelyn Thorne was pierced to the heart by his words, her eyes instantly reddened, gripping his arm even tighter, "I don’t care about bankruptcy or not! I like you, not your money! Don’t leave me, I can ask my dad to help you!"

That was exactly what Nathaniel Gallagher wanted to hear.

While moved, he still withdrew his hand forcefully, "No! I can’t drag the Thornton family down, nor let you suffer because of me. Rest assured, I’ll definitely find a way to resolve it, and I will come back for you once I’m through this tough time."

He said.

Before Evelyn Thorne could speak again, he picked up the car keys and headed to the door. At the doorway, he turned back to look at her one last time, his gaze complicated, "Take care and don’t worry about me."

The door slammed shut with a "bang".

Evelyn Thorne stood frozen, dumbfounded.

She clenched her fists, with only one thought in her mind.

She must help Nathaniel Gallagher get through this difficult time, and never let Julian Grant succeed.

If Julian Grant dared to target Nathaniel Gallagher, she would protect him at all costs.

Outside the door.

Nathaniel Gallagher strode towards the elevator, the anxiety on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold smile.

"Julian Grant, enjoy your last happy times while you can..."

In Mr. Thornton’s office, there was simply no way to eavesdrop on any useful key information.

Therefore...

He planned to have Evelyn Thorne place a bug in her father’s bag, or belt.

Only this way could he truly eavesdrop on key information.

Of course.

Someone of Mr. Thornton’s status is simply unreachable for most people, let alone placing a bug in his bag.

But if his daughter placed it.

It would naturally be easy.

...

Celestial Crest Manor.

Over Josephine Thompson’s side.

She rested for two days, though not fully recovered physically.

But she had already decided to leave, needing to hurry back to the archaeological team.

The unearthed bronze tripod fragments and lotus patterns, still locked in the archaeological team’s safe.

The word "The Ancient Bamboo Cage" engraved on the fragment’s edge matched the symbol on the last page of her father’s journal exactly.

And this time returning to Caldwen for treatment had triggered so many things, greatly delaying her schedule.

She had to hurry back to the archaeological team.

"Julian, I have to leave tomorrow."

Josephine Thompson sat on the sofa, her tone firm, "The era of the fragments hasn’t been confirmed, and the team doesn’t dare study them on their own. Delaying any longer, we might miss important clues."

Julian Grant had just finished processing security upgrade files for the sanatorium. Hearing this, he walked over and sat next to her, holding her hand, "I know you’re worried, but with Nathaniel Gallagher still in Caldwen, I’m uneasy about you leaving now."

He gently squeezed her palm with his fingertips, "Once I stabilize things here, I’ll go back to the archaeological team with you, okay?"

"No." Josephine Thompson shook her head, a hint of anxiety hidden in her eyes, "The equipment in the team is limited. If there’s a risk of oxidation, the fragments will be ruined. And... I always feel that my parents’ matters are connected to the bronze tripod, I must keep an eye on it."

She paused.

Looking up toward Julian Grant, her eyes carried an apology, "Please take care of Grandpa here, call me anytime if anything happens. About Nathaniel Gallagher... you should be careful too, don’t confront him head-on."

Julian Grant gazed at the stubbornness in her eyes, knowing he couldn’t persuade her, he could only sigh, "Fine, I won’t stop you. But I will let my bodyguards accompany you. When you arrive at the archaeological team, they will stay nearby. If anything happens, contact me immediately."

He took out a small tracker from his pocket and placed it in her palm, "Keep this on you, don’t take it off. As soon as I finish dealing with Nathaniel Gallagher, I’ll come find you."

Josephine Thompson held the cold tracker, her heart feeling both warm and sour.

She knew Julian Grant was worried about her.

But the secret behind the bronze tripod fragments is something she must uncover herself.

It wasn’t just her parents’ obsession, but also the key information to uncovering her parents’ true cause of death that she had been pursuing for years.

"I’ll go pack my luggage now."

As Josephine Thompson just stood up, Julian Grant unexpectedly embraced her.

"Josephine, I love you."

"..." Josephine Thompson felt a lump in her throat, her body stiffened.

She didn’t dare to hug him back, nor did she push him away.

Julian Grant took a deep breath, saying in grief yet sincerity, "Josephine, I don’t want to think it over so much, nor do I want to wait anymore, and least of all, see you getting hurt."

"Let’s get married!"

Josephine Thompson trembled all over, instinctively pushing Julian Grant, "Julian Grant, we... between us..."

"Stop finding so many excuses, just tell me, do you love me?"

Josephine Thompson’s fingertips pressing against Julian Grant’s chest, her tone flustered, "We... we really aren’t right for each other. Grandpa is still in the sanatorium, Nathaniel Gallagher isn’t dealt with, and I still have my parents’ matters to investigate..."

She kept babbling excuses, not daring to look into his earnest eyes.

However, Julian Grant held her hand, preventing her from pushing away, his voice low and firm, "Because there are so many things, I want to marry you."

"I want to rightfully protect you, so you don’t have to bear all these pressures alone. I want to let you know that no matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

He lowered his head.

Their foreheads gently touching, his breath carrying a gentle urgency, "I know you’re still hesitating, still thinking about the past. But I can wait, until you’re willing to let go of the past, until you trust me. But for now, I just want to give you the identity of ’Mrs. Grant’, so you feel secure enough."

As they were speaking.

A commotion of dispute sounded from the manor’s entrance.

The butler hurried in, his face grave, "President Grant, Miss Thornton brought... madam here, saying they insist on seeing you and Miss Thompson, they couldn’t be stopped."

Julian Grant’s brow furrowed instantly, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

What was Evelyn Thorne up to again?

Why was even his mother dragged into this?

Josephine Thompson also froze for a moment, instinctively keeping a distance from Julian Grant.

"Let them in." Julian Grant released his embrace on Josephine Thompson, his tone growing stern, "Josephine, don’t be afraid, I just want to see what they are up to."

In a few minutes.

Evelyn Thorne strolled into the living room with Mrs. Grant, arm in arm, full of hostility.

Mrs. Grant was dressed in a lavish cheongsam, her face livid, her gaze swept over Josephine Thompson like a knife, finally landing on Julian Grant.

"Julian! Tell me the truth, are you really intending to be with this woman, do you want to bring shame to The Grant Family!"

Evelyn Thorne stood aside, a gloating smirk on her lips, yet deliberately feigning a grievance, "Auntie Grant, please don’t be angry, maybe... maybe I misunderstood."

"But I am truly worried about Julian, after all, Miss Thompson’s background is too complex, what if it brings trouble to The Grant Family?"

She spoke while begrudgingly observing Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant’s reactions.

Thinking of how Julian Grant was now Nathaniel Gallagher’s arch-nemesis. She wanted to aid Nathaniel Gallagher and cause Julian Grant unrest.

Julian Grant stepped forward slightly, shielding Josephine Thompson behind him, his tone as cold as ice, "Mom, the matter between me and Josephine is my own choice, it has nothing to do with the face of The Grant Family or any outsiders."

Mrs. Grant was quivering with rage, pointing at Evelyn Thorne, "Evelyn is a lady of the Thornton Family, known and intimate, how is she an outsider? Yet this Josephine Thompson, she’s been divorced and has a child, how does she match you?"

"Auntie Grant, I think you might be mistaken, Julian and I are just friends..."

Evelyn Thorne immediately interjected, her tone tinged with mockery, "Miss Thompson, do you think others are fools? Don’t forget, Julian was with me before, I was his fiancée. Now you come in, what do you think this is?"