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Laurie looked at Rosemary coldly, snorted, and turned upstairs.

Rosemary saw Andrew Harris with pain in his eyes. She sat next to him and said, “Dad, don’t be sad. She’ll know one day that you have her best interests at heart.”

Rosemary comforted Andrew Harris, said a few words of reassurance, and drove back to The Grant’s.

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“Rosemary!” The Old Mrs. Grant was so happy to see Rosemary back.

Rosemary’s face lit up with a smile when she saw The Old Mrs. Grant. “Grandma!”

The Old Mrs. Grant looked at Rosemary lovingly and smiled. “You’re going back to school tomorrow. Have you got everything ready? If you need anything, buy it yourself. Did Darren give you any money today?”

Rosemary saw The Old Mrs. Grant’s expression of concern and felt very happy. Although Wilson Grant could not be with her, it was a blessing to have a grandmother who loved her.

“Don’t worry! I’m all set. He gave me the money, and now I have everything!” Rosemary said sweetly with a smile on her face.

The Old Mrs. Grant was relieved to hear her say that. “Go up and take a shower,” she urged. “Then come down for dinner later. Darren and Marian will be home for dinner today.”

“Ok.” Rosemary smiled.

Rosemary went to her room, took a shower, changed into a casual dress, and went downstairs.

Rosemary went downstairs and saw Darren Grant and Marian already back. They were sitting on the sofa reading the evening paper when she stepped forward and called out in a shallow voice, “Mom, Dad!”

Darren Grant looked up at Rosemary and said faintly, “Yes?” Then he looked down and went back to reading.

“Are you ready for dinner, Mr. Grant?” Owen walked up to Darren Grant and asked respectfully.

“Yes.” Darren Grant put down his newspaper and walked to the big mahogany round table in the dining room.

Darren Grant walked over to the table and helped The Old Mrs. Grant sit down before he sat down.

“Good evening, grandma!” Chad Grant cried as he walked in the door and hugged her.

“Good evening.” She patted Chad Grant indulgently on the back.

“Let’s start dinner!” Darren Grant said gently.

With that, Chad Grant turned and went back to his seat.

Rosemary was eating with her head down, and she always felt something was wrong with the atmosphere today. She just wanted to finish the dinner as soon as possible.

“Rosemary?” Marian’s voice sounded faintly.

Rosemary looked up at Marian doubtfully with a bad feeling in her heart. She tightened her grip on her chopsticks.

“You’ve been married into our family for a while now, and you should think about having a child for The Grant family. As to how? It’s up to you.”

Hearing Marian’s words, The Old Mrs. Grant tried to say something, but she didn’t say it in The end.

Rosemary’s head buzzed as she heard Marian’s words. She had no idea how she got back to her room.

Outside the window, the soft moonlight was like a beautiful window screen floating in the air. The evening breeze was blowing slowly, and it appeared more lovely.

Rosemary sat frowning in a rocking chair by the window, quietly looking out the window. Marian asked me to carry on the name of The Grant family and produce the next heir. But how could she bear a child when her husband was still in bed?

Watching the quiet night outside, Rosemary picked up the milk on the table and drank it. As she had to get up early the next morning, she soon lay down to sleep.

At night, the large villa felt empty. The house was eerily quiet, and occasionally a dog could be heard barking from the garden.

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A tall, dark figure walked to the door of a room, took out a key, unlocked it deftly, pushed it open gently, and walked slowly and gracefully to the bed.

The girl in the bed was frowning tightly with a faint sadness on her face because of what had happened tonight. The shadow gently went to bed and lay down beside Rosemary. His cold lips gently kissed Rosemary’s white and innocent forehead, then slowly down the neck, to every inch of her body.

Rosemary’s body was stirred up by this weird atmosphere, feeling hot. Her body also involuntarily cooperated with him, but every time in the most critical moment, it stopped.

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Rosemary was woken up by a ringing alarm. She saw that two buttons of her nightgown had been unbuttoned. Had she been prone to unbuttoning in her sleep lately? Had she made her own dream that night?

Rosemary thought she was going crazy, so she got up and cleaned up for class.

Rosemary was sitting in the dining room eating breakfast when Chad Grant came downstairs in the distance.

“Are you going to school today?” Chad Grant asked as he walked.

“Yes!” With that, Rosemary put the last bit of porridge in the bowl, picked up the bag and went out.

Owen asked respectfully as he came out of the kitchen and saw that Rosemary was not in the dining room, “Mr. Grant, Jack just had a stomachache and David went out this morning. Could you send The Young Mrs. Grant to school first?”

Chad Grant’s lips turned slightly upward into an elusive smile. “Yes, no problem,” he quipped.

Rosemary stood in front of the garage for more than 10 minutes and didn’t see the driver come out. She looked at her watch again. She would be late if she did not leave now.

Chad Grant was driving, whistling, and he pulled up in front of Rosemary. He opened the door and smiled at her. “Jack, the driver, just had a stomachache. He can’t take you to school today. David just went out and hasn’t come back yet, so Owen asked me to take you to school. And I, I have to do a favor to send you to school!”

Rosemary felt like he was making it sound like he was reluctant. But thinking she was going to be late, she got into his car.

Chad Grant saw Rosemary got in the car, then he put on his seat belt, whistled, hit the gas, and drove to Cornshire’s largest Noble School.

The luxurious Lamborghini was speeding along the road like a whirlwind. Rosemary was sitting in the passenger seat, her hands tightly gripping the armrests of her seat, her face pale. She felt herself on the verge of collapse, and said with forced calmness, “Chad, you are driving so fast!”

At that, Chad Grant hit the brakes and the car went back to normal speed. Looking at her terrified face, Chad Grant smiled as if he won.

“Rosemary, if you can’t take a ride, you need to tell me. Don’t hold on. Do you see how scared your face is?” Chad Grant said vaguely.