Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 200: It Must Be President Gallagher Returning

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: It Must Be President Gallagher Returning

Julian Grant looked at her indignantly, suddenly let out a low laugh, with unabashed mockery in his voice, "Good friend? Evelyn Thorne, were you fed some sort of love potion?"

He leaned closer, making the space inside the car instantly cramped, "Do you know who he is? Can you just call him ’good friend’?"

"Of course I know!" Evelyn Thorne stiffened her neck, but instinctively shrank back a bit, "He’s just a businessman, what’s the problem with that?"

Julian Grant sneered, "Ha~, do you know what he’s been doing behind the scenes?"

Evelyn Thorne: "No matter what he’s done, he’s still my good friend. I absolutely won’t allow anyone to use dirty tricks against him. Julian Grant, don’t forget, anything you can do, I can do too."

"If you use dirty tricks against him again, I’ll do the same to your Ms. Thompson. Try me, we’ll see what happens."

"..." Julian Grant was fuming with anger.

Evelyn Thorne is a foolish and conceited romantic.

But she has a good father.

In some matters, she only needs to subtly hint, and many people will scramble to please her.

For instance, the way he dealt with Nathaniel Gallagher.

He really just needed to say a few words, and some related departments immediately got the hint. To curry favor with Leo Ford, they naturally knew what to do.

If you want to charge someone, why worry about lacking excuses.

Similarly, Evelyn Thorne also possesses such hidden power.

The clash of conglomerates and power.

Certainly a case of eggs hitting stones.

Julian Grant clenched his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, as a storm brewed in his eyes.

He stared at Evelyn Thorne mercilessly and warned fiercely, "Evelyn Thorne, just try touching her!"

Evelyn Thorne’s heart skipped a beat at the hostility in his eyes, but she still held her chin high defiantly, "Why wouldn’t I dare? If you can do it, so can I."

"You think I’m joking with you?" Julian Grant’s voice was exceptionally low, every word like a knife dipped in ice, "Josephine is innocent, why drag her into this?"

"So Mr. Gallagher deserves to be targeted by you?" Evelyn Thorne retorted, her heart inexplicably fluttering.

Julian Grant is a defiant lunatic.

He might really go all out for Ms. Thompson.

"How can Nathaniel Gallagher be compared to Josephine?"

Evelyn Thorne huffed angrily, "I don’t care; you better immediately stop targeting Nathaniel Gallagher. Otherwise, be prepared for the endless troubles from the Thornton Family."

"I can also find someone to frame Josephine Thompson, have her thrown in jail for a decade. Don’t you like her a lot?"

"Let’s see if you’re still infatuated when she’s old and ugly after ten years."

After saying this.

Evelyn Thorne angrily pushed open the car door and got out with a cold, dismissive stride.

Julian Grant was so enraged he almost choked, "Evelyn Thorne, you big idiot."

Evelyn Thorne turned back coldly, raised two middle fingers in disdain, and spat out a barrage of quick and harsh English: "You’re such a jerk! A total asshole with a stick up your ass! Go to hell and rot there!"

Every word was like an icy dagger, striking at Julian Grant inside the car. Her gaze was full of undisguised contempt and anger, as if using the sharpest language to sever the last bit of connection between them.

Julian Grant’s face instantly turned so dark it appeared it could drip water.

What a stupid woman.

Driven mad for Nathaniel Gallagher.

After cursing, Evelyn Thorne turned and left, her steps fast and urgent, as if a beast was chasing her.

"Buzz..."

Julian Grant started the car in frustration, roaring out of the Thornton family estate.

Watching the car speed away.

Evelyn Thorne felt both blocked and angry, pulling the bug out of her bag, "Hmph~, Julian Grant, you brought this on yourself. Who told you to always look down on me? Who told you to always treat me with disdain."

"You can protect your Ms. Thompson, and I can protect my Mr. Gallagher."

After saying this.

She quietly slipped into her father’s study.

The study still carried the mingling scent of cigars and tea leaves.

Evelyn Thorne moved cautiously, her gaze quickly scanning the desk and bookshelves.

Finally, it landed on the large green plant in the corner of the room.

She remembered her father said that the orchid was a gift from Leo Ford, and they often talked around it.

Her fingertips pinched the small bugging device, the metal casing cold and biting.

"I want you to see that Mr. Gallagher is much more important than your Ms. Thompson." She bit her lip, gently parted the orchid’s leaves, and hid the bug in the gap between the soil and the pot, so well-hidden it was almost undetectable.

After doing all this.

She dusted off her hands and turned to leave, only to crash into a solid chest.

"En En? What are you doing in the study?"

Her father’s voice sounded above her, calm yet with a slight undertone of scrutiny.

Evelyn Thorne’s heart stopped in fright, she hurriedly stepped back and hastily rearranged her hair with feigned calm, "N-nothing Dad, I just saw your orchid in the study needed watering, so I thought I’d help take care of it."

Her father’s gaze landed on the orchid, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before relaxing, "I just watered it, no need to worry about it. Go on downstairs, your Uncle Ford and they must be waiting."

"Oh, okay." Evelyn Thorne bowed her head and briskly walked out of the study, closing the door as a layer of cold sweat had already appeared on her back.

Fortunately, her father hadn’t noticed anything.

Of course, Mr. Thornton wouldn’t expect his beloved daughter to plant a bug in his study.

Back in the living room.

Mrs. Thornton pulled her aside to ask questions, but Evelyn Thorne didn’t hear any of it as her head was filled with thoughts of Nathaniel Gallagher’s intoxicating masculine presence.

Just being near him was enough to make her feel like her whole body was melting like she had been drinking.

She quietly took out her phone to report to Nathaniel Gallagher.

The screen was dark.

Yet her heart felt full of something, a mix of triumphant glee and inexplicable panic.

[Mr. Gallagher, I’ve done as you asked. When can we meet again?]

After sending the message.

Evelyn Thorne’s heart was fluttering with uncontrollable excitement.

Nathaniel Gallagher would definitely be touched.

He would surely arrange to meet her immediately.

And then...

Sweep her onto the bed, fiercely...

Just thinking about his perfect 192 cm stature, solid muscles, and breathtakingly handsome face...

Just the thought of it was enough to get her excited on her own.

However...

After sending the message, there was no response.

He seemed to have disappeared again, with no reply coming through.

Evelyn Thorne’s fingers kept sliding over the phone screen, which lit up and dimmed again, still without any new message alert.

The thrill she felt earlier was like a punctured balloon slowly deflating, leaving just a hollow anxiety.

"What’s the matter? You look absent-minded." Mrs. Thornton handed her a piece of orange, "Are you still upset with Julian Grant? That kid has a hard mouth but a soft heart."

"It has nothing to do with him." Evelyn Thorne accepted the orange with cold fingertips, "Mom, I don’t feel well, I want to go upstairs and rest."

"You just sat down..." Mrs. Thornton frowned but nodded, "Okay, go on, just remember to cover yourself well, don’t catch a cold."

She hastily went upstairs.

Threw herself onto the bed, tossing the phone aside.

In the empty room.

There was only the sound of her slightly rapid breathing.

"Why isn’t he responding? Is he busy? Or did he forget?"

She turned over, grabbed her phone, and opened her chat with Nathaniel Gallagher, scrolling through the messages.

Most were concerns she had sent.

His replies were always curt and polite, except for that "I’m touched," which was like a candy that she’s been savoring for too long, with its sweetness seemingly fading away.

...

Audenburg.

Audenburg University Hospital.

Nathaniel Gallagher had spent two days anxiously and worriedly guarding Eleanor Churchill.

"How is it? Is my wife any better today?"

Doctor: "President Gallagher, Mrs. Gallagher’s condition is much better today compared to yesterday. All the metrics have stabilized, and she’s past the most critical period."

Nathaniel Gallagher: "Then can I go in and see my wife?"

The doctor nodded: "You can, but please be mindful of the time and avoid tiring the patient."

Nathaniel Gallagher breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted the collar of his slightly wrinkled shirt, and gently pushed open the door to the hospital room.

Eleanor lay on the hospital bed, her face still pale, but her breathing was much steadier, and the IV line on her wrist quietly dripped medication.

He walked to the bedside.

Carefully sat down, his fingertip wanted to touch her cheek, but fearing to disturb her, he ultimately just lightly placed his hand on the blanket.

These past few days.

He hardly got any sleep; the company’s matters and hospital issues weighed on him like two heavy stones. And there was also Josephine’s situation, which equally left him unsettled.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The phone vibrated in his pocket.

He glanced at the screen, another message from Evelyn Thorne.

He slightly furrowed his brows imperceptibly, casually turned off the screen.

The fish had already fallen into his pond.

When it’s time to eat, then catch them.

On usual days, there’s no need to scatter too much bait.

He leaned over, whispering next to Eleanor’s ear: "Eleanor, can you hear me? The doctor says you’re much better, just wait a bit more, and when you’re well, we will go home."

The person on the hospital bed’s eyelashes fluttered, but did not open her eyes.

Nathaniel Gallagher patiently accompanied her, his fingers rubbing unconsciously against the patterns on the blanket, while he calculated his next move in his mind.

The leverage against Leo Ford must be obtained quickly.

However, it can’t be rushed.

He also needs to quickly transfer assets, paving a safe path for himself.

In case things go wrong, there should be a way out.

...

A while later.

Nathaniel Gallagher accompanied Eleanor in the intensive care unit for twenty minutes.

Leaving the hospital room.

Julian Grant called.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"Hello..."

On the other end.

Julian Grant’s cold voice rang out, "Nathaniel Gallagher, I need to speak with Josephine now. Either forward the call, or have Josephine call me."

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel Gallagher’s brow furrowed deeply, "Mr. Grant, I’ve discussed this with you before. Josephine sustained an injury and is currently recuperating."

Julian Grant was furious, "It’s been several days, hasn’t Josephine improved yet?"

"Nathaniel Gallagher, I’m warning you, stop playing games. You better send Josephine back soon, I don’t have the patience to wait any longer."

Nathaniel Gallagher gripped his phone tightly, a murderous intent swelled in him, "... Alright, I’ll arrange for someone to send her back as soon as possible."

"But you need to withdraw the investigators; they’re stationed outside my wife’s room making it impossible for her to heal calmly."

"Within an hour, I expect to see the investigators gone from the hospital."

Julian Grant pondered for a few seconds, finally compromising.

"As soon as Josephine returns, I will immediately have them withdrawn."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s chest tightened, he could only agree, "Okay, I’ll make the arrangements quickly."

"That’s it then."

After hanging up.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s rage flared, murderous intent filling his thoughts, "Julian Grant, I’ll put up with you for now, you just wait."

"You want to take Josephine away, don’t even think about it."

"Andy, arrange a flight to Zarathos immediately."

"Okay, President Gallagher."

...

The next day.

Arecace Island, Villa 9.

Josephine Thompson, after several days of meticulous treatment and recuperation.

The wounds on her wrists and arms gradually scabbed and stabilized.

Though still quite weak, she was able to slowly get up and walk.

A maid approached to remind her, "Miss Thompson, you shouldn’t be moving around too much right now, please return to bed and rest."

Josephine Thompson remained silent, walked out of the room, insisting on walking by the pool continuously.

She wanted to exercise, to help her body recover quickly. Only when her body was well, could she figure out a way to leave this prison.

After walking for approximately five minutes.

She was drenched in a thin layer of sweat, her vision somewhat dizzy.

"Hiss..."

"Miss Thompson, please return to your room to rest."

"Hmm." Josephine Thompson replied faintly, then, with the maid’s support, headed back to her room.

Just as she reached the door.

Through the window, she saw a helicopter circling the courtyard. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The maid glanced at it, feeling pleased, "It should be President Gallagher returning."

Upon hearing this, Josephine Thompson felt a surge of hatred and disgust.

She quickened her pace towards the room.

"Lock the door."

"Huh?" The maid was startled.

"Get out." Josephine Thompson was agitated, coldly asked the maid to leave.

She didn’t want to see Nathaniel Gallagher.

She wanted to lock the door securely.

"Miss Thompson, President Gallagher is very concerned about your health."

"Get out."

The helicopter’s roar grew closer, finally landing on the helipad in the courtyard.

Nathaniel Gallagher pushed the door and stepped inside, heading towards the house.

Josephine Thompson, upon seeing him, hurriedly turned and slammed the door shut.

The door hit the maid’s arm, producing a dull thud.

The next moment.

A distinct hand firmly held the door, straining to push the gap open.

Nathaniel Gallagher leaned in, bringing with him a chill from outside, and walked straight to her.

Josephine Thompson was cornered, her back hit the wall heavily, her wrist was grabbed firmly, the old wound pulling, making her gasp.

"Haven’t seen you for a few days, and you’ve gotten bolder." Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes darkened, his fingertips caressing the scabs on her wrist, his tone dangerous, "Even learned to lock the door?"

"Let go of me!" Josephine Thompson struggled, eyes filled with hatred almost overflowing, "Nathaniel Gallagher, you lunatic! How long do you intend to keep me locked up?"

"Until you come to your senses." He stepped closer, the distance between them so close they could feel each other’s breath.

He smelled the faint scent of antiseptic mixed with a subtle fragrance from her, the irritation in his heart suddenly flared into another kind of fire.

"I will never come to my senses!" Josephine Thompson turned her head, her voice trembling, "Let me go..."

Nathaniel Gallagher chuckled lowly, suddenly gripped her chin, forcing her to turn back to him, "Even now, you’re still thinking about him?"

His gaze was like a poisoned blade, sweeping over her pale face, finally landing on her tightly pressed lips.

That stubborn curve unexpectedly ignited the long-suppressed fury and possessiveness within him.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, what are you doing!" Josephine Thompson’s pupils contracted sharply, staring at his approaching face, her heart racing wildly.

He didn’t answer.

Only lowered his head, kissing her roughly.

"Mmm... let go..." She whimpered, tears uncontrollably streaming, sliding down her cheeks, soaking the lips entwined between them.