Edward Ferrars wouldnt normally bother with a stinky kid, but the womans wariness amused him, lifting his usually heavy mood. "The top beam is not straight, and the bottom beam is crooked."
Elizabeth Bennet stared in response:
The man suddenly stepped forward, his fist clenched, causing Elizabeths eyes to tighten. She quickly picked up her son and pressed her lips together in silence.
William Ferrars, looking at the mans gloomy expression, comfortingly smiled at Elizabeth, then turned to Edward and suddenly snorted, "Gay uncle, homosexuality is legal in the United States. You dont need to be embarrassed and angry."
Elizabeth: "..." Oh dear, my silly son, if it comes to blows, we mother and son wont be a match!
Edwards face darkened: "..." This fearless stinky kid!
Before the man could react, Elizabeth quickly entered the elevator with the trash, pressed the down button, and laughed before the elevator doors closed, "Goodbye, gay sir."
Edward watched the smiles of the mother and son disappear in the elevator, strangely not too angry. He just received a call from his assistant, and after hanging up, he realized that he had forgotten about this matter. He emphasized, "Find me a new place."
His assistants mouth twitched, "Yes."
No wonder the old lady was so anxious. With such a grandson, the Night family might really be dying out!
As the assistant had expected, the old lady, worried about the family line, really couldnt sleep because of anxiety, so she came up with a plan. That day, she urgently called Edward back to the old house and staged a big play.
Upon receiving the news of the old ladys fainting, Edward hurried into the old house and asked the servant, "How is grandma? Has the doctor seen her?"
Before the servant could speak, the old ladys loud voice echoed from the staircase, "The doctor has seen her, and theres no serious issue. Its just that she misses you. The doctor said that if you and Isabella quickly give me a great-grandchild, this illness will surely be cured at once."
Edward lifted his eyelids, observing the woman assisting the old lady down the stairs. He discreetly stepped back, causing Isabellas face to fall, her voice filled with grievance, "Jinxuan, do you really hate me that much?"
Without a word, Edward turned to leave, prompting the old lady to exclaim, "Oh, my headache, my ungrateful grandson, you’re not even willing to have a meal with me, the old lady. You’re still showing me your temper. Oh, my dear departed husband, I can’t live like this."
Isabella quickly supported the old lady, anxiously calling out to Edward, who turned on his heel, "Jinxuan!"
Edward frowned, striding back to assist the old lady while avoiding Isabella, his voice cold, "Grandma, I’ll accompany you and have a proper meal."
The old lady was then satisfied, discreetly patting Isabella’s hand while leading Edward to the dining table. She persistently filled his plate, finding various ways to praise Isabella’s virtues.
Edward ate in silence, responding with monosyllables. As the meal neared its end, the old lady suddenly inquired, "Jinxuan, when are you planning to marry Isabella? It’s been five years since your engagement; you can’t keep dragging it on."
Isabella looked at Edward with anticipation, but the man did not avoid her gaze this time. Instead, he lifted his lips indifferently, "Are you not afraid of living a widowed life?"
Isabella’s face paled, and the old lady cleared her throat, "That’s a psychological condition; it can be treated."
Edward stood up, "Let’s talk about it after it’s treated. Grandma, I’m going to rest upstairs."
Edward indeed suffered from a psychological condition, stemming from a severe betrayal in his early years that left him with a deep aversion to women. The only exception was five years prior when, under the influence of a drug, he had spent a night with Isabella.
However, upon waking, his aversion to Isabella only intensified.
Thinking of this, Edward felt his body grow warm, a familiar restlessness surging through his abdomen. The man’s face darkened as he was about to head to the bathroom when his waist was suddenly encircled by a pair of soft arms. "Jinxuan, let’s try, I can do it."
"Get off, you’re filthy," Edward resisted the urge to vomit, forcefully pushing Isabella away and rushing out the door. Isabella bit her teeth and chased after him, only to see his car disappear into the distance.
Isabella’s face turned from pale to red as she was repeatedly humiliated by Edward. She could no longer hold back her tears.
Edward, with bloodshot eyes, returned to Silk Manor, but he didn’t even have the strength to open the door. The potent drug left him collapsed at the entrance, parched and with a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, yet his manhood remained unresponsive.
The elevator door opened, and Elizabeth, seeing the man huddled at the door, paled, thinking he was unwell. She rushed over and patted his shoulder, "Hey, are you…?"
In the next moment, the world spun, and Elizabeth was thrown to the ground. The man, like a traveler in a desert finally sighting an oasis, eyes glowing green with hunger, gritted his teeth and said, "Get away!"
Elizabeth tried to kick his lower body, her face flushed with embarrassment, "You’re pressing on me and acting like a hooligan; how am I supposed to leave?"
Edward instinctively clamped his legs around her troublesome knee, and their entangled figures suddenly froze. Elizabeth, her face flushed with anger, stared into the man’s equally shocked eyes, "You hooligan!"
While Edward, in a state of bewilderment, stared at her, "It’s actually happening!"