Rural Belle & Three Heirs

As Grant's car pulled up, Chloe waved excitedly. Grant rolled down the window, his face lighting up with a warm smile.

Feeling playful, Chloe did a little shimmy dance and then made a heart shape with her hands above her head, aiming it at Grant.

Grant watched her antics with a growing smile, his eyes brimming with affection. A wave of warmth surged through his heart, as if her mere presence had breathed life into the entire world.

In that moment, he suddenly realized that the simple, ordinary life he had been yearning for was nothing more than this-her playful mischief and his quiet, adoring gaze, his heart overflowing with joy. It was a perfect, unspoken harmony, and he couldn't imagine anything more fulfilling.

After parking the car, Chloe walked over, and without a word, Grant scooped her up into his arms.

Just like that morning, he held her tightly against him.

"Chloe, did you miss me today?" Grant's eyes were intense, so much so that Chloe couldn't meet his gaze. She looked down, embarrassed, and didn't answer.

Not getting a response, Grant mischievously squeezed her waist, making Chloe squirm.

"Stop it... We're at my house, my aunt is watching," Chloe said, still shy despite their closeness.

Even though Chloe had kissed, hugged, and touched Grant, she was still very shy.

But Grant ignored her protests and pressed on, "Fine, since Adelaide is here. I'll kiss you right here until you answer."noveldrama

Chloe, flustered, finally mumbled, "I missed you..."

"How did you miss me?" Grant teased.

Chloe pointed to her chest, whispering, "In my heart..."

Grant chuckled and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Since you missed me in your heart, let me see..."

"You're awful, Grant. You're such a bad guy," Chloe playfully scolded him, laughing. The CEO of the Martin Group, full of mischief, wanting to see her chest? That was too much.

Seeing Chloe's embarrassed expression, Grant laughed too. He held her close and gave her a gentle peck on the lips.

Inside, Adelaide and her assistant watched from the sofa.

The assistant, with a look of envy, said to Adelaide, "Ms. Kingsley, they look so in love." Adelaide smiled slightly. "Yeah, they do. It's nice to see young love, so carefree."

The assistant, curious, asked, "Ms. Kingsley, if you think they're good together, why did you have a conflict with Mrs. Martin today?"

Adelaide explained, "I had to stand up to her to protect Chloe. Mrs. Martin is narrow- minded and intolerant. I wanted to show her that she can't bully Chloe."

The assistant, worried, asked, "But Ms. Kingsley, won't this make things difficult for Miss Davis in the Martin Family? If she marries into the family, won't Mrs. Martin bully her even more?"

Adelaide replied, "I know. That's why I had to confront Mrs. Martinnow. If we tolerate her now, it will only lead to more tolerance later. If Chloe marry into the Martin family and then have a falling out with Mrs. Martin, it will be too late. Before Chloe marries into the Martin Family, I need to make sure Mrs. Martin knows her place."

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Adelaide was determined to protect Chloe.

The assistant wanted to say more, but Grant and Chloe were already walking towards the living room with gifts in hand.

Adelaide stood up to greet Grant, showing no sign of the earlier conflict with Anissa.

Grant was respectful to Adelaide, and everyone enjoyed a pleasant conversation. At the dinner table, no one mentioned the day's conflict.

Seeing Adelaide's attitude, Grant felt reassured that the conflict wouldn't affect his relationship with Chloe.

Grant had never been the type of guy who's big on sweet talk or empty promises. He was always believed that actions speak louder than words, and he was lived by that principle. He knew deep down that if he wanted to marry Chloe, it was not just about how much he loved her-though that was a huge part of it. No, he understood that he needed to show her, through real, tangible actions, just how serious he was.

At nine o'clock, Grant didn't return to the Martin Mansion. Anissa, sitting alone in the empty mansion, felt a deep sense of loneliness.

Isidora, by her side, tried to comfort her, but Anissa still felt a profound sense of loss.

She suddenly felt like her life was a failure. Her sons didn't come home, her husband ignored her. She wished she had stayed abroad.

Just then, her husband Quentin called. Seeing his number, Anissa felt a surge of excitement.

This was the first time in two months that Quentin had reached out to her. Usually, he never called.

Wanting to show Isidora that she wasn't an unloved wife, Anissa answered the call sweetly. "Honey..."

But before she could say more, Quentin's stern voice interrupted.

He didn't ask how she was or show any concern. He immediately questioned her, "Anissa, did you have a conflict with Adelaide today?"

His tone softened when he mentioned Adelaide, making the difference in his feelings for the two women clear.

Anissa felt a surge of anger. "It was just a misunderstanding. Adelaide was out of line." She hoped Quentin would listen.

But he cut her off, scolding her. "Anissa, why did you provoke her? I told you not to come back, but you insisted. Now look at the mess you've caused. Do you know how many calls I've received about this?"

Quentin's reproach brought Anissa to the brink of tears. "Quentin, I'm your wife. You don't even ask for my side of the story and just blame me. Do you think that's fair?"

Anissa, usually composed, felt her emotions unraveling. Quentin's words always seemed to ignite her anger.

"I've looked into it, Anissa. You were the one who started it with the Davis Family." Quentin was helpless. "Do you know how much effort my father put into arranging this marriage between the Martin and Davis families? Anissa, even if you have issues with Adelaide, you can't act like this."

His words made Anissa even angrier.

She laughed coldly and retorted, "Your father? More like you, Quentin, put in all that effort."