TYPnovel Chapter 255 - 253: Slap Him a Couple of Times to Let Off Steam
Chapter 255 - 253: Slap Him a Couple of Times to Let Off Steam
When the Old Master returned to the dining room after taking his medicine, Mia Grant was already asleep, slumped over the table.
The Old Master cried out, "Oh dear, what’s wrong with the girl? Did she pass out from the heat?"
"..." Yates Donovan waved him off. "You should go upstairs and rest. You can talk to her tomorrow."
Then, a thought occurred to him. Yates turned back and called out to the old man, "You need to tone it down a bit. You’re going to scare her off if you’re too enthusiastic."
"Gold bars, gold coins, and jewelry are one thing, but who gives someone a house right off the bat?"
The Old Master shot him a glance. "What the hell do you know?"
Not bothering to explain, the Old Master said:
"Have the butler prepare a guest room. You’re not married yet, so no funny business."
Yates Donovan smiled and agreed, "I know. I’ve got it under control."
"Hmph. You’d better." The Old Master rolled his eyes at him and left with his hands clasped behind his back.
After having someone prepare the guest room, the butler returned. He happened to glance out the window and quickened his pace. "Young Master, everything is ready. You can take Miss Grant upstairs now."
"Mm." Yates didn’t let them help. He scooped her up into his arms in a classic princess carry.
The old butler’s face immediately broke into a wide smile. "Young Master, it’s snowing outside."
At his words, Yates’s steps faltered slightly, and he glanced out the window.
Through the intricately patterned window lattice, he could see the corner of a treetop next to the rockery in the courtyard, illuminated by the dim yellow light. A branch, unable to bear the weight, rustled and shook off a flurry of snowflakes.
It looked like the snow had been falling for some time.
A servant came in from outside through the hallway. As the door opened and closed, a draft slipped in. The woman in his arms hunched her shoulders, mumbled that it was cold, and then opened her eyes.
The underfloor heating in the front hall was turned up high, and she had worked up a light sweat from the alcohol. The blast of cold air sobered her up considerably.
Yates looked down and met a pair of hazy, alluring eyes. A flush spread from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks. Those large eyes blinked and fluttered, a ripple in their depths that sent a current of warmth surging into his heart.
He curved his lips into a slight smile and leaned down to peck her on the lips.
As he pulled away, Mia Grant frowned. Realization dawned, and she blinked. "Who said you could kiss me?"
"I’m kissing my own wife. Is that any of your business?"
"Huh?" Mia’s reaction was a bit slow. She seriously considered his words for a moment, then let out another "Ah!" of understanding and shook her head. "You’re right, it isn’t."
"Then go ahead and kiss me."
Yates snorted with laughter. He adjusted his grip on her, hoisting her up slightly, and leaned in close to ask softly, "I only kiss my wife. Are you my wife?"
Without a moment’s hesitation, she said, "I’m not."
Yates clicked his tongue. "You’re supposed to say yes."
She shook her head in his arms.
"Do you want to see the snow?"
"I do."
"Then say yes, and I’ll take you."
Mia Grant thought about it seriously, but still shook her head. "Then forget it."
Yates narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure you’re drunk?"
"What did you say?" Mia didn’t hear him clearly.
"Nothing." Yates signaled for a servant to bring his overcoat and cover her with it.
Her vision suddenly went dark, and Mia couldn’t see anything. She tried to squirm out but was held down.
"We’re about to go outside. You’ll catch a cold if you stick your head out."
"Okay." She stayed obediently in his arms.
The guest room and his own room were in the back, a short walk away.
The long corridor couldn’t block the wind and snow, so Yates couldn’t help but quicken his pace.
"Is it snowing?"
"Yeah."
"I want to see."
"You’ll have plenty of time to look once we’re back in the room."
"Is this the first snow of the year?"
"It is."
"Wow, then Yates Donovan should be getting engaged."
"..."
He froze.
The next moment, he pretended nothing was wrong and continued walking, carrying her over the threshold. He asked in a natural tone, "Engaged to whom? To you?"
"Me? I’m already dead. How could he get engaged to me?"
The voice from under the coat was muffled, and the snow CRUNCHED underfoot.
But Yates still heard her words clearly.
"Then who should he be engaged to?"
"Serena Grant, of course. I remember, they got engaged on the first snow. I think it was..." Mia Grant yawned, and the rest of her words were cut off.
"Why did you stop talking?" It was so quiet all around. Mia’s vision was completely dark, and she tried to burrow deeper into his embrace. Her small hand snuck out and clutched his coat tightly.
Noticing her movement, Yates lowered his head, his gaze falling on the hand that was slightly red from the cold.
She was gripping it very hard.
It was a sign of her insecurity.
"Are... are you still there?"
The voice from under the coat was timid.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Yates supported her hips with one hand and used the other to pull a corner of the overcoat over her hand. "I’m here. Go on."
She let out a blank "ah?" "Say what?"
"You’re so young. Why do you always have to talk about life and death? It’s so unlucky."
"But people really do die."
"According to the timeline, I really am already dead."
"When?"
"I can’t remember the exact time." Mia Grant shook her head. "I think... I think it was snowing that day, too."
"Where?"
"A place far, far away." For some reason, she suddenly let out a little giggle. "A place where none of you can find me."
"Is that so? A place even I can’t find? What’s it called? Tell me. Maybe I’ve been there, and I could even take you back."
"I’m not going back!" The woman in his arms suddenly started struggling violently. "Let me go!"
Yates frowned. He hadn’t expected an offhand comment to provoke such a strong reaction from her.
It was almost a subconscious reaction.
Afraid she might fall, Yates held her tighter.
Realizing she couldn’t break free, the woman in his arms gradually quieted down.
Yates breathed a sigh of relief. ’She really is drunk.’
Drunk people’s emotions come and go quickly.
He continued walking with her in his arms. The snow on the ground had frozen before it had a chance to melt, making it hard underfoot.
After just a few steps, he faintly heard sobbing, intermittent and broken.
He’d lost count of how many times he had stopped. ’This is the first time I’ve ever thought this damn courtyard house Grandfather built is such a pain to get through. We’ve been winding our way through it for so long, how are we still not there?!’
He lowered his head, leaning closer to her through the overcoat. The woman in his arms was still whimpering softly, her shoulders trembling, which caught him completely off guard.
He was a bit flustered. He wanted to sit down on the side of the corridor to comfort her, but he was afraid she’d catch a cold and get a fever from the wind.
’Her frail frame is already so delicate. If she really got sick, she’d be miserable for a while.’
After a moment’s thought, he quickened his pace while coaxing her, "We won’t go back, we won’t. We’ll stay right here. Wherever you are, I’ll be there."
"I was just joking with you. If I let you go back, where would I ever find such a good, beautiful wife?"
"I have a big mouth. You’re the bigger person, so please don’t hold it against me. When we get inside, you can even slap me a couple of times to blow off some steam, how about that?"