Free Web NovelChapter 324: Chapter 322: My Wife Gave It to Me
Outside, the night was quiet. Inside the car, Mia Grant and Silas Grant pulled apart.
The kiss was brief, a fleeting touch.
It was filled with affection, not desire.
But Silas knew it wasn’t a goodnight kiss, but a form of thanks.
As for what she was thankful for, her thoughts weren’t hard to guess.
They both understood without saying a word.
His thumb gently brushed against her lower lip, and the man’s voice was low and pleasant.
"Sweet dreams."
She didn’t know what kind of magic Silas Grant possessed, but that night, Mia Grant truly had a wonderful dream.
In her dream... she’d won the lottery.
She spent the entire night figuring out how to spend the money.
When she opened her eyes again, her roommate was calling her, saying she was going to be late for her 8 a.m. class. Only then did she wake from her beautiful dream, rushing to wash up and run toward the academic building.
After what felt like an 800-meter dash first thing in the morning, Mia sat down, panting, a metallic taste in her throat.
Ian Sinclair appeared out of nowhere and pushed a cup of soy milk toward her. "Overslept?"
The straw was already in it. Mia picked it up and took a few sips, trying to soothe the strange feeling in her throat.
Her roommates next to her also got some, and they all thanked him. Ian Sinclair waved his hand. "My pleasure."
Mia shot him a glance. "What are you doing here?"
They weren’t even in the same major. It was normal for her to run into Felix Sinclair, but Ian Sinclair showing up here was a bit strange.
"Just auditing a class."
"...Since when are you so studious?"
Mia put down the soy milk, glanced at the professor’s lectern, and then whispered to him, "What did you want to see me about?"
Ian propped his chin on one hand, turning to openly admire her. When he smiled, his canine teeth showed, making him look like a puppy wagging its tail at her.
"Are you free tonight?"
’Just as I thought.’
Mia picked up the soy milk, finished it in one go, and only replied after a long moment, "You’re too late."
The smile on the puppy’s face froze. He instantly sat up straight. "Did Felix ask you out?"
"No."
"Then who was it?"
"My brother and I are having dinner tonight. We made these plans a few days ago."
"Silas Grant?"
Ian remembered.
"Mhm."
Ian pursed his lips. "He..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
Ian always felt that Silas’s feelings for Mia weren’t what you’d expect from a brother.
But he had no proof.
Their interactions were intimate, yet they seemed to stay within the bounds of a brother-sister relationship.
They never crossed the line.
Or maybe they had, and he just didn’t know.
So he couldn’t really say anything.
"What about this weekend? Are you free?"
Mia’s hand paused. "Not this weekend."
Sensing the puppy’s spirits dim, she added, "How about next week? I can do next week."
Hearing this, Ian quickly agreed. After a moment, he added, "I have to book an appointment a week in advance just to ask you out now."
Mia laughed. "I’m a very busy woman."
"By the way, how did your brother and that guy from the Keller Family get into a fight?"
"..." Mia froze. She bit her straw, not bothering to feel Ian out, and asked directly, "How did you know about that?"
"They fought at the airport. Word gets around."
It’s just that most people don’t have the connections to hear about it.
Mia gasped. "If you already know, doesn’t that mean the Keller Family..."
"It shouldn’t be that bad." Ian offered a brief explanation, then added, "But I heard he left today?"
"Mhm." Speaking of which, Mia remembered something. "Oh, right. Are you free after class? Come home with me for a bit. I need to move some things."
’I almost forgot to give out the gifts I prepared.’
Ian agreed immediately, without a second thought.
He was probably the only one who would so eagerly and happily tag along for such a chore.
They carried a few boxes down from upstairs, and they quickly filled up the trunk.
Ian caught his breath. "Good thing I didn’t drive the supercar today, or the trunk wouldn’t have fit all this."
"What is all this? Furniture? Are we taking it to your dorm?"
Ian was already trying to figure out how to deal with the dorm matron. There was no way Mia could carry so many things up by herself.
"No need. These two boxes are yours. And these two are for your brother. You can take them to your apartment."
"?" Ian tilted his head. "What is it?"
"Valentine’s Day gifts."
The puppy’s eyes lit up immediately, but they soon turned mournful. "Don’t tell me you prepared two of the exact same thing?"
’It’s not just two of the same thing,’ Mia thought to herself.
"Not exactly. Only one of the items is the same."
"Which one?"
"The blood pressure monitor."
"...Huh?" The puppy shook his head and stared at her blankly, as if he’d misheard.
After she said it, Mia felt like laughing too, but she held it in and offered a reasonable piece of advice: "I hope you both stay healthy and live long lives."
What a "sincere and practical" well-wish.
Ian reluctantly accepted this explanation.
"You should get going. I have to go back to class."
After Ian left, Mia didn’t leave right away. The gift she’d prepared for Yates Donovan was still at home.
Silas had said that Yates wasn’t in Jynsia.
After some thought, Mia used an intra-city courier service and sent it directly to the Donovan Family’s old residence.
She couldn’t remember Yates’s private address; after all, she didn’t think she had been there more than a few times.
The only address she remembered clearly was Mr. Donovan’s.
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「Two in the afternoon.」
The old butler looked at the boxes piled up in the entryway and frowned. "Who left these things here?"
"A courier just came. It should be something for the young master. His name is written on the box."
"Then put it in the young master’s room," the old butler instructed.
He paused, then called the person back. "Wait. Is this something the young master bought? Or something someone sent to him?"
"The courier didn’t say."
The servant looked at the text on the package and pointed. "It says ’blood pressure monitor’ on here, and also... a ’senior-friendly cell phone’?"
"Don’t you think the young master bought this for Mr. Donovan?"
"It’s possible." The old butler nodded, finding it reasonable. "Give it to me. I’ll take it to Mr. Donovan."
Half an hour later, Yates Donovan received a cordial "greeting" call from Mr. Donovan.
He was completely bewildered. After hanging up, he called the old butler. "Did Mr. Donovan take the wrong medicine?"
The old man had called without getting to any real point, just endlessly praising him for being a filial son.
Mr. Donovan’s attitude hadn’t been anything like this before he left. Back then, he’d cursed Yates out with a creative variety of insults.
The old butler explained with a chuckle, then praised him for being so thoughtful.
"...When have I ever bought something like that? It’s not like he needs it."
"Mr. Donovan has a whole medical team. What kind of blood pressure monitor could he possibly not have?"
"And that stupid senior-friendly phone... they say you could use it to crack walnuts."
The old butler was taken aback as well. "But the courier mentioned your name. And your name is written on the box. The items are all new. We checked them; there’s nothing wrong with them."
After a moment of thought, Yates said, "Take a picture of the writing on the box and send it to me."
Two minutes later, Yates zoomed in on the picture and immediately called Mr. Donovan back. "Old man! Don’t touch that stuff! That’s a gift from my wife!"
