Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Fearless with Backing
The blood on James Grant’s hand wasn’t completely washed off, and the entrance was filled with a sweet, metallic taste.
She bit with just the right amount of pressure, like a playful little cat.
The man drew in a sharp breath and shook his hand in pain.
"Who said I was being clingy? Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just being chivalrous." Evelyn Clayton pushed the man in front of her away.
"Is that so?" James Grant smiled faintly.
Evelyn didn’t want to be further scrutinized by him and turned to enter the kitchen: "I’m always kind-hearted, I can’t stand seeing others suffer even a little."
As she spoke, a clatter of pots and pans came from the kitchen.
"Where’s your rice?"
"And why is the fridge so empty? Not even a bit of lean meat?"
James Grant leaned on the sofa, the corners of his lips curving upwards.
The house had always been cold and empty, not even a breathing insect besides him.
Who would’ve thought that today would have such a homely atmosphere?
Evelyn hid in the kitchen alone, her hands moving swiftly.
In no time, a bowl of lean meat porridge was placed in front of James Grant.
"Eat, it’s free."
"Free?" He raised his eyebrows teasingly, "Or do you charge love?"
Hearing his teasing, Evelyn’s face turned dark: "Out of a dog’s mouth comes ivory, eat if you want."
James Grant looked at the appetizing bowl of lean meat porridge and spoke slowly.
"My hand is injured, I can’t eat conveniently."
Evelyn was exasperated.
"Your hand is injured, not your brain."
"If you keep talking like that, it’ll be my heart that’s hurt."
Evelyn gritted her teeth, walked directly to the man, and picked up the bowl.
But in the next second, the bowl was taken from her and placed on the coffee table.
She lost her balance, falling softly into the man’s embrace.
The two were very close, able to hear each other’s breath.
"What crazy thing are you doing now?"
"What do you think?"
James Grant flipped around, pinning Evelyn beneath him.
Just as his thin lips were about to cover hers, a sudden and urgent knock on the door broke the moment.
Visibly, the man’s sharp eyebrows knitted tightly together.
"Ignore it."
Just as he wanted to deepen the kiss, he was abruptly pushed away.
Evelyn smiled mischievously.
"Aren’t you afraid it’s one of your old flames come to catch you in the act? Director Grant, I wouldn’t dare."
Saying that, without waiting for James Grant’s reaction, she went straight to the door and yanked it open.
Unexpectedly, standing at the door was Matthew Sullivan.
Seeing Evelyn, he was clearly taken aback as well.
"Evelyn, what are you doing here?"
Evelyn’s cheeks were slightly flushed, her hair tousled, and her clothes wrinkled, clearly indicating what they had been doing.
Matthew was first stunned, then furious.
He clenched his fists and stormed into the room, first greeted by the sight of James Grant lounging lazily on the sofa.
He didn’t even spare Matthew a proper glance.
As an illegitimate child, Matthew always acted modestly.
But today, he was uncharacteristically defiant, his eyebrows full of provocation.
"James Grant, you really are in a good mood."
"Get to the point."
A trace of impatience flickered in James Grant’s eyes.
"What? Are you blaming me for ruining your fun?"
Matthew continued to avoid the main topic, occasionally glancing at Evelyn.
James Grant’s face grew even darker: "Matthew Sullivan, it seems you still don’t understand my methods."
Seeing the bloodthirsty look in his eyes, the previously confident Matthew felt a chill run down his spine.