Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 844 - 842: Alexander Kingsley Is a Bachelor

"Just like Alexander Kingsley, I’m part of the non-marriage group."

"Non-marriage group?" Alice Grant turned her gaze over, "You’re kidding, aren’t you? If you don’t get married, who will manage the huge Grant Family in the future?!"

What are these men thinking!!

"Sis, let me take you inside. Just treat it as a chance to have some fun, maybe dance a little or something."

"Alright..." Alice Grant couldn’t refuse. Now that she was returning to the Grant Family, she was grateful. Douglas Grant’s mother didn’t hold a grudge against her and treated her like her own daughter.

This is how the story went. Douglas Grant’s father had an arranged marriage with Douglas’s mother’s family, but his first love was Alice’s mother... Everything happened back then, and Alice was the ’product’ of that period. She was born a few months before Douglas Grant, quietly brought into the world and always lived on the fringes.

The Grant Family played a trick that year, which connected them with the Eastern European Bennett mafia, leading to her interaction with Sebastian Yansford. Actually, upon their first meeting, Sebastian Yansford had very favorable feelings toward her.

Douglas Grant held Alice Grant’s hand as they got out of the car and walked into Essence Garden.

Bell saw Douglas Grant and immediately hid behind a flowerbed. Why is he here, the head of the Grant Family, the president of the Grant Group?

He held the long-haired woman in a long dress, and they really looked perfect together!!

Wondering which family’s Miss she was!

Although Mr. Grant was known as a playboy, he was very charming and a good person. He had even helped her in the past.

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Eva Nightingale came out of the villa.

The dress she wore last night was torn by Lucas Knight. He promised to replace it and sent a new outfit to her.

This new cocktail dress was overly conservative, covering her neck and calves completely, almost wrapping her up like a dumpling.

Because it was form-fitting and made of lace, it made her stomach look quite large; in addition, he also sent a coat for her to wear over it.

She went downstairs, finally not seeing that Teddy dog from last night!!

"You sleep with me and then just leave?"

Her small arm was grasped, and a man’s cold voice came from above her head.

"..." If she didn’t leave, did she have to continue living here? Her face turned red as she looked at the man in formal attire, frowning, "Mr. President, last night... was just purely sleeping." How did she sleep with him?

The man was in formal wear, the Sovereign Empire President’s uniform, with gold threads embroidered on his shoulder, symbolizing absolute power.

He had broad shoulders and a slender waist, his stature tall and impressive, exuding a strong sense of abstinence.

Eva Nightingale felt a bit overwhelmed.

For some reason, looking into his deeply penetrating eyes, she felt as if she had never truly understood or seen through him.

"Have breakfast with me."

After issuing the command, he firmly grasped the woman’s small hand, and as they began walking forward, he intentionally slowed his pace.

Eva Nightingale didn’t notice his slowed pace; she simply felt his grip pulling her forward was quite forceful.

"Do you have to be so domineering about everything!" Last night it was sleeping together, and now having breakfast together?

"Little thing, I’m giving you two choices: One is to walk obediently; the other is for me to carry you."

"I’ll walk myself." She wouldn’t let him carry her; he was so rough she feared he’d sling her over his shoulder!

"Hmm." He let go of her, then headed toward the luxury dining room. Despite intentionally slowing his pace, she still failed to catch up.

Harry North and the bodyguards didn’t dare approach their master, staying ten meters behind as they followed.