Chapter 137
Adrian Sinclair stood in the center of the study.
Soft shadows fell across his sharply defined features under the light.
Grandpa sat in a mahogany chair.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the desk.
"Adrian, your grandpa isn't an inflexible man." His voice was low. "But whether she's someone you once liked or not, there's absolutely no possibility between you two."
He emphasized his words. "The only person you can marry is Chloe Valentine."
Adrian's expression remained calm, but a flicker of emotion passed through his eyes.
"Grandpa, this matter has nothing to do with her." His voice was steady. "Keeping her by my side is purely because of her outstanding work ability."
Grandpa stared at him, his gaze piercing.
"If that's the case, why are you so reluctant to set a wedding date with Chloe?"
Adrian's fingers tightened slightly.
"I just think it's too fast." He relaxed his fingers. "I'm not ready yet."
Grandpa suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit.
A servant hurriedly handed him pills and a glass of water.
"Sir, it's time for your medicine."
Adrian frowned deeply.
"Grandpa, are you feeling unwell?"
Grandpa waved his hand. After taking the pills, his breathing gradually steadied.
"Just a minor cold. It's nothing." He spoke slowly. "Adrian, your marriage to Chloe is beneficial for both the company and you."
He held his grandson's hand.
"But I hope even more that you can develop feelings for each other. Marriage shouldn't be entirely about exchanging benefits."
As for that Anna Ross, he disliked her from the first glance.
Moreover, her background was special.
He kept these thoughts to himself, not voicing them aloud.
"I understand, Grandpa." Adrian replied faintly.
Grandpa patted his shoulder and stood up with the servant's support before leaving.
"I hope you can understand your grandpa's good intentions."
The living room fell silent.
Adrian leaned back on the sofa, crossing his long legs.
The chandelier on the ceiling dazzled his eyes.
So many people said he treated Anna Ross differently.
Even he himself began to feel confused.
What exactly were his feelings for her?
Resentment, or an attachment that never disappeared?
He rubbed his temples irritably.
Regardless, he did not want to marry Chloe Valentine.
His phone screen lit up.
He scrolled through his chat history with Anna Ross.
A cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He had never been able to let go of what happened back then.
Now, he should actually thank her for abandoning him.
"Anna Ross." His voice was hoarse. "What do you think of me now?"
"Achoo!"
Anna Ross rubbed her nose and continued organizing files.
Someone must be talking about her behind her back.
The bathroom door opened.
Sophia Roscente rushed out holding her phone.
"Sis, come quick! You're trending!"