Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 182: Official Announcement

"Mr. Gallagher is getting married, what are your thoughts? Will you give him your blessings?"

"Miss Thompson, have you given up custody of your child? Are you worried that Mrs. Gallagher might not treat your child well?"

The reporters’ questions were like icy blades, catching Josephine Thompson off guard and piercing into her ears.

Julian Grant shielded her behind him, blocking the cameras and microphones with his hand.

"Step aside, no interviews."

He carefully protected her, using his body to shield her from the pressure on all sides, as they pushed through the crowd.

Quickly.

The reporters recognized Julian Grant.

This, without a doubt, was another explosive bombshell for media traffic.

"It’s Young Master Grant, it’s really Young Master Grant."

"Young Master Grant, what is your relationship with Miss Thompson? Are you two in a relationship?"

"President Grant, we heard you proposed to Miss Thompson in a high-profile manner last year. Have you two tied the knot yet?"

Julian Grant remained silent, full of protective boyfriend energy as he pushed through towards the parking lot.

"Please make way, Miss Thompson is not feeling well and is not up for an interview."

The reporters surged forward, blocking the way completely, making it feel like they were trapped with no escape.

"Click click."

"President Grant, Miss Thompson, can you say a few words!"

"Are you two secretly dating?"

"How long have you been dating? If you are really dating, will you announce it?"

After a few moments of silence, Julian Grant looked seriously into the camera, "Thank you for your concern. When Josephine and I get married, we will definitely announce it."

"Wow, congratulations!"

The reporters went even crazier, bombarding them with questions, "Did President Grant officially acknowledge dating Miss Thompson? How far has your relationship progressed?"

Julian Grant, with a smile, decisively made it official: "Mm, she is my girlfriend now, and will be my wife in the future."

"..." Josephine Thompson’s eyes widened in shock, looking at him with a complex expression.

Currently, they were at most at the ambiguous stage.

Reporters loved to exaggerate and stir up trouble.

What he said would undoubtedly create a huge commotion. Tomorrow’s hot news might even falsely claim they already had a second child.

"Alright, alright, thank you all for your concern."

"If we get married, we will definitely let everyone know..."

Julian Grant finished speaking.

Before the reporters could ask more questions, he suddenly lifted Josephine Thompson horizontally into his arms.

"Uh—" she exclaimed, as the world spun around her.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Wow, President Grant is so manly."

"Congratulations!"

The reporters were frantically taking pictures, everyone was incredibly excited.

This wave of traffic and topics would keep them writing for a long time.

"Julian Grant! Put me down!" she said in a low voice, fingers clenching his collar, sounding a bit anxious.

Without even raising his head, Julian Grant walked briskly towards the parking lot, whispering close to her ear, "This way, we can get away faster."

The flashes from the reporters’ cameras chased after their backs, mixed with jeering questions: "Young Master Grant is carrying a beauty away!"

"Miss Thompson and President Grant make such a perfect couple, talented man and beautiful woman, made for each other..."

Josephine Thompson buried her face in his shoulder hollow, feeling his incredibly tense yet steady shoulders and back.

Every step he took was solid, as if building a wall around her.

Five minutes later.

The security personnel quickly arrived to restore order.

Finally, the two managed to get away.

They sat in the car.

Julian Grant put her down and locked the door behind them.

Josephine Thompson was about to speak, but he handed her a bottle of warm water first, "Have some water first, don’t be upset."

"I’m not upset."

She took the water but didn’t drink it, just staring at him, "Do you know how much trouble your words just now will cause? Nathaniel Gallagher... and your family..."

Julian Grant interrupted her, his eyes bright, filled with a do-or-die seriousness and deep affection, "Josephine, I love you. No matter what happens, nothing can deter my decision to be with you."

"I don’t want to wait any longer, anyway, we have to make it official sooner or later."

Josephine Thompson frowned, "Julian Grant, we... we really aren’t suitable for each other. Plus, I never agreed to be your girlfriend."

Hearing this, Julian Grant felt a pang of disappointment in his heart, but quickly regained confidence, smiling, "Doesn’t matter, I’ll wait for you to agree. Anyway, you can’t escape this lifetime, you must be my wife."

"..." Josephine Thompson was speechless.

She glanced at the time.

They had already missed the flight.

It was too late to go to the airport today, she would have to reschedule.

"Sigh~, the flight is delayed, I’ll have to rebook."

Julian Grant: "No worries, a day earlier or later doesn’t matter much."

"I’ll take you to the hotel now, stay there for the night, and I’ll take you to the airport tomorrow."

"Guess there’s no other choice."

After a while.

Julian Grant took Josephine Thompson to the best hotel in Caldwen, The Peninsula International Hotel.

...

After checking in.

Julian Grant carried her luggage and escorted her to the top floor’s presidential suite.

"Come in, you can stay here for the night."

"Mm."

The presidential suite was extremely luxurious.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the warm yellow light filtering through the cuts, scattering delicate light spots on the marble floor.

Josephine Thompson walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside was Caldwen’s most beautiful night view

— Sovereign Harbor.

Countless lights like shattered stars spread out over the sea, even the air carried a faint fragrance.

Although Caldwen and Audenburg were only separated by a sea.

There was still a big difference.

Caldwen was larger, more prosperous, more international.

"Sit down for a while, I’ll pour you a glass of water." Julian Grant placed the luggage at the entrance and walked towards the bar.

His fingers brushed across gold-rimmed glasses naturally as if he were at home, "The suite has a kitchen; if you get hungry at night, I’ll cook something for you?"

Josephine Thompson didn’t respond, she fiddled with the curtain by the window.

Staring at the splendid view outside.

She felt somewhat lost.

Gradually, she realized she started to become weary of the city’s hustle and bustle and fast pace.

"What’s the matter? You don’t like it here?" Julian Grant came over with a glass of water.

Seeing her slightly furrowed brows.

He handed the water gently while speaking softly, "If it’s too noisy, I’ll find another hotel."

"No."

Josephine Thompson took the glass, fingers touching the cold rim, finally coming back to her senses, "It’s just..."

She paused, feeling a tightness in her chest.

Returning to Caldwen felt like returning to her old life.

Julian Grant chuckled, sitting on the sofa, patting the space beside him, "Don’t overthink it. You just got out of the hospital, you need a good rest. The security here is good, soundproofing is also excellent, nobody will disturb you."

He observed her standing still and added, "Are you afraid I’ll do something to you?"

Josephine Thompson looked desolate and averted her gaze, "That’s not what I meant."

"Then are you still upset about my public announcement earlier?"

Julian Grant stood up, approached her, slightly bowed to look at her.

"I know I didn’t tell you in advance, it was abrupt. But Josephine, I can’t keep it hidden any longer."

Josephine Thompson felt a shock in her heart, her mind even more tangled and chaotic.

She wanted to say something, but it felt like a lump in her throat.

"Don’t overthink it, just get some rest."

"Mm."

Josephine Thompson put down her bag and then went into the bathroom.

"Buzz buzz..."

Julian Grant’s phone vibrated intensively again.

[Young Master, the old lady can’t delay her heart bypass surgery any longer. The operation is scheduled for tomorrow, please come back home.] 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Upon seeing the message, Julian Grant’s fingers clenched the phone tightly, the edge of the screen pressing painfully into his palm.

His grandmother loved him the most.

Now that she was about to undergo such a major surgery, of course, he had to stay by her side.

[I understand]

[I’ll go directly to the hospital early tomorrow morning]

After replying to the message.

He stood still, pressing his knuckles against his forehead to calm himself.

The surgery for his grandmother was originally scheduled for these days, but he didn’t expect it to be so urgent.

He had thought he could take Josephine to the airport tomorrow and then rush to the hospital immediately.

Now it seems that there may not even be enough time to see her off.

Twenty minutes later.

Josephine came out after taking a shower, drying her wet hair. She saw him standing there lost in thought, with a slight frown: "What’s wrong? Did something happen at home?"

Julian Grant snapped back to reality, quickly concealing the anxiety in his eyes, and forced a faint smile: "Nothing major."

He didn’t want her to worry more when she was just beginning to feel better.

"Josephine, tomorrow... I might not be able to take you to the airport. I arranged for my assistant and a bodyguard to prepare a car. They’ll accompany you to Zarathos."

Josephine paused while drying her hair and said worriedly, "Is it your grandmother’s surgery?"

Julian was startled, his throat moved; he decided not to hide it anymore: "Yes, the doctor said it has to be done tomorrow."

He looked at her, eyes tinged with apology, "I promised to see you off..."

"Don’t say silly things." Josephine interrupted him, her tone softer than before, "Your grandmother’s health is more important, you should hurry to the hospital. I can go to the airport myself, it’s not the first time I’ve traveled alone."

She paused, as if remembering something, and added, "After the surgery, remember to let me know."

Julian looked at her, his heart warm yet bittersweet.

He knew she wasn’t really indifferent about his announcement, yet she was considering his difficulties first at this moment.

"I won’t feel at ease with you going alone, I’ll have the bodyguard take you."

"And tonight..." Josephine glanced at the night through the window, "Are you going to the hospital?"

Julian shook his head, "Grandmother needs rest tonight, I’ll stay with you here. I’ll go early in the morning again, the surgery doesn’t start until the afternoon, there’s time."

Afraid she might feel lonely, he added, "I’ll be in the next room, call me if you need anything."

Josephine didn’t refuse again, just nodded and turned to head to the bedroom: "Then I’ll rest first."

As she closed the door.

The smile on Julian’s face gradually faded away.

He took out his phone and sent a message to his assistant, carefully arranging Josephine’s itinerary for tomorrow.

The route from the hotel to the airport should avoid crowds, and the VIP lounge before boarding should be arranged in advance.

He even specifically reminded them to prepare light porridge dishes for the in-flight meal.

After sending the message.

He leaned against the wall, staring at the tightly closed bedroom door, feeling something filling his heart.

Perhaps she hadn’t agreed to be his girlfriend yet, and there were many obstacles between them.

But he could clearly feel that she was slowly accepting him, no longer keeping him at a distance.

As the night deepened.

Julian lay on the bed in the next room, unable to fall asleep.

He took out his phone, opened the chat box with Josephine, typed "Good night."

After some thought, he deleted it and changed it to: "Be careful on your way tomorrow, let me know when you get to Zarathos."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally hit send.

Soon, he received a reply with an "Hmm," followed by a small moon emoji.

Seeing the emoji, Julian couldn’t help but smile.

Perhaps tomorrow would be very busy.

Perhaps there would be many troubles in the future, but just thinking of her made it seem less difficult.

...

The next day.

Online, it was as if a bomb had gone off, the internet was flooded with news of Julian Grant and Josephine Thompson’s announcement.

#JulianGrantAnnouncesJosephineThompson#

#YoungMasterGrantCarriesJosephineThompsonAway#

#PeninsulaHotelPresidentialSuiteSharedNight#

Five or six tags, like firecrackers being lit, crowded the top ten trending searches, all marked with a bright red "explosion."

Clicking into the tags.

The screen was full of photos from the hospital entrance in the afternoon.

Images of him protecting Josephine as they squeezed into the car, of him looking down saying "she will be my wife someday," his side profile.

The most popular was a gif of him lifting her in his arms, with captions all saying: "President Grant’s boyfriend power is divine."

"This is what a wealthy romance should look like."

The comment sections of netizens were in an uproar:

"I told you last-year’s proposal from Young Master Grant wasn’t out of nowhere! They were secretly together all along!"

"Compared to Nathaniel Gallagher’s high-profile marriage, Miss Thompson found the right person, didn’t she? Young Master’s gaze is sparkling when he looks at her!"

"Has anyone checked out the suite at The Peninsula Hotel? I heard the top-floor presidential suite is members-only, and Young Master is really treating her like a treasure!"

Some marketing accounts even speculated: "Miss Thompson’s half-year disappearance might have been because Young Master Grant was protecting her all along."

...

Morning.

The Gallagher Group.

Meeting room.

The high-level executives had already gathered early, couldn’t help but lean close to each other and whisper.

"Tsk tsk, President Gallagher’s ex-wife also made an announcement, wonder what President Gallagher feels now?"

"Be careful, don’t provoke President Gallagher’s anger these days."

"Otherwise, if President Gallagher lashes out, none of us can handle it."

Inside the office.

Nathaniel Gallagher refreshed his phone, over and over checking the trending topics.

Each trending topic he viewed.

Was like a dagger piercing his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

This past half-year.

He had been trying to distract himself, deliberately avoiding thinking about her.

However...

Feelings were like a flood, unstoppable.

Sometimes, the more you want to forget, the more you can’t forget.

"Josephine Thompson... ha... haha..."

"Since you wanted to disappear, you should’ve disappeared forever, why did you have to appear again?"

Nathaniel’s handsome face was shrouded in dark clouds, twisted and frighteningly obsessive.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles crackling.

Staring at the intimate photos of the two on his phone.

His eyes turned completely red.

"Bang—"

He snatched up his phone and threw it furiously at the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Crash—"

The phone shattered into pieces instantly.

His heart ached with every throb, clutching his chest, he couldn’t breathe.

"Josephine, you heartless woman, you ungrateful thing..."

Though he had deceived her.

His love for her was real.

At the time of their marriage, he indeed harbored defense, had calculations, had use.

But...

People are emotional creatures.

People’s thoughts and perceptions aren’t immutable.

After four years together.

He found that he truly fell in love with her.

Honestly speaking, he never intended to divorce.

In fact, they didn’t need to escalate to the point of divorce at all.

She just needed to be a bit more tolerant.

She just needed to hold him, say once, "Husband, I can’t bear to lose you."

If she had done so.

Then he would rather betray Eleanor Churchill, and definitely wouldn’t have opted for divorce. Of course, he would make it up to Eleanor in other ways.

It was all because she stood too strongly, too firmly, step by step pushing him away, pushing him into Eleanor’s arms...

"Crash!"

Everything on the office desk was smashed into pieces.

"Josephine Thompson... I won’t let you go, definitely not!"

Actually.

Her personality was cold and fierce, twisted, stubborn, relentlessly stubborn, and not romantic. She simply wouldn’t go along with him, agree with him, wouldn’t follow the path he set. Most frustratingly, she could truly not love once she decided not to.

Unfortunately...

He just happened to like her for being so obstinate.