Rural Belle & Three Heirs

With curiosity bubbling inside her, Chloe didn't even bother to put on her slippers as she rushed to the door.

Standing on her tiptoes, she peered through the peephole.

Last time, it was a woman knocking. This time, the Franklin family had changed their strategy.

A man with a voluptuous figure and rather feminine features stood in front of Grant's door, dressed in tight-fitting clothes and striking an exaggerated pose, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Seeing such a man, Chloe couldn't help but burst into laughter. She never expected the Franklin family to come up with such a trick.

'The Franklin family sure knows how to handle things, don't they?' Chloe mused. 'They sent a woman, and Grant wasn't interested, so now they've sent a man? Do they think Grant's sexual orientation might be the issue?'

Whether or not Grant would appreciate their gesture, the main thing was, they were good at reading people.

Inside, Grant quickly opened the door upon hearing the knock. When he saw a person of ambiguous gender striking sultry poses before him, he felt an immediate wave of nausea, almost losing his dinner from the previous night.

Before he could react, the effeminate man slinked closer in a provocative manner, gazing at Grant with adoring eyes and fluttering his eyelashes seductively.

"Mr. Martin... You're so handsome. I really like you," the man's voice was soft and coquettish, his demeanor frivolous.

Grant felt his body tense up, an intense sense of discomfort welling up inside him. He struggled to maintain his composure, determined not to lose his gentlemanly demeanor in front of others.

However, the man did not stop his advances. He continued to approach, his voice growing even more syrupy as he said, "The long night is so lonely and cold. Why don't you let me in to keep you company and have a chat?"

Before the man could finish, Grant kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying. "Get far away from me!"

After yelling, Grant turned back inside and slammed the door shut.

Immediately after that, Chloe heard waves of vomiting sounds coming from Grant's

room.

She couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. The Franklin family really knew how to get under his skin, didn't they?

Chloe was so excited that her sleepiness vanished. She grabbed her phone, ready to share the story with Zara and Rena.

Before she could finish typing, she heard a knock on her door.

Chloe was puzzled. What was this? Did the Franklin family have a surprise for her too?

She wasn't as strong-willed as Grant. If they sent a handsome guy her way, she wouldn't be able to resist.

With that thought, Chloe straightened her clothes and opened the door. Just as she did, Grant, in his robe and carrying his clothes, barged into her room.

"I am really get crazy. Can I get some sleep tonight?" Grant looked annoyed.

Chloe feigned ignorance. "What's wrong? Who's not letting you sleep?"

"The Franklin family, who else? I don't know what they're playing at, but I can't stay in that room. I'm sleeping here tonight."

Grant said this as he took off his robe and climbed into Chloe's bed. Her bed was big, and as he buried himself under the covers, he could smell her lingering scent.

Seeing Grant insist on taking her bed, Chloe was not pleased.

"Hey, Grant, this is my bed..."

"So what? Can't I sleep here?"

"If you sleep in my bed, where am I supposed to sleep?" Chloe was confused. Grant shifted, making some space. He smiled mischievously. "We'll sleep together..." "But..." Hearing Grant's words, Chloe had an urge to bang her head against the wall. This was the Franklin family. Herman was her grandfather's driver. If she dared to sleep in the same bed as Grant, her grandfather would know by morning.

Didn't she care about her reputation?

"No way, this is the Franklin family... Grant, you can't sleep here." Chloe put her hands on her hips, protesting seriously.

Grant just smiled nonchalantly. "So what? We've shared a bed before. Come on, it's late, and I'm really tired."

With that, Grant pulled Chloe into his arms. She tried to struggle, but Grant clung to her like an octopus.

The difference in their strength left Chloe with no chance to resist.

Resigned, Chloe soon fell asleep in Grant's arms.

Half an hour later, Nicholas received a message from Herman.

[Mr. Davis, rest assured, everything is arranged. I've managed to get Mr. Martin and Ms. Davis to sleep in the same room. You can look forward to having great- grandchildren soon.]

Herman felt proud of himself. Only he, Nicholas's personal driver, could handle Chloe's matters so perfectly.

Oceancrest City was known for its scenic beauty. As night fell, everyone drifted into their dreams, except for Liam, who was angrily riding his motorcycle with Zara through the city streets.

Liam was an expert rider, so he sped through the streets. Zara, sitting behind him, was terrified by him.

She clung to Liam's waist, screaming in fear. "Mr. Martin, I'm really scared. Please, stop!"

Zara shouted at the top of her lungs, calling out Liam's name repeatedly, hoping he would stop. However, Liam, wearing a helmet, couldn't hear her cries. He revved the throttle to its maximum, and the motorcycle's engine roared as they sped forward.

The wind howled past them, and Zara felt her heart pounding so hard it seemed like it would burst out of her chest. Her life felt precariously perched on the edge of a cliff, ready to plummet at any moment. The fear was bone-deep; she had never experienced such terror before.

Realizing that her pleas were futile, Zara had no choice but to rely on her survival instinct. She clung tightly to Liam's waist, feeling his muscles tense under her grip. Her nails were almost digging into his skin, and her cheek pressed firmly against his back, desperately seeking any semblance of security.

After several minutes, Liam finally slowed down and stopped by the roadside. Zara got off, her legs too weak to stand.

Liam removed his helmet and looked at Zara under the streetlight. "Zara, do you realize your mistake?"noveldrama

Zara, seeing Liam's stern face, nodded repeatedly. "Mr. Martin, I was wrong. I really was."

Seeing her admit her mistake, Liam lifted the trembling Zara and placed her back on the motorcycle.

His eyes cold, he asked, "Then tell me, what did you do wrong?"