Chapter 239: Chapter 238 - 238 You are a Chameleon_1

“How about we have a drink?”

“Sure.”

Greg Jensen happily agreed and was about to open the bottle of red wine next to him when Liliana Grey stood up, went to a shelf nearby, and picked up a small square bottle.

After pouring the drinks, Liliana Grey raised her glass and smiled, “Thank you for saving me last night.”

Greg Jensen smiled, “No need to be so formal.”

Liliana Grey cocked her head to look at him and laughed, “Seems like I really don’t need to be formal since you’ve also slept with me.”

Greg Jensen’s face darkened, and he silently took a sip of his drink.

Seeing his gloomy look, Liliana Grey couldn’t help but laugh out loud, saying, “Alright, little brother, I’m just teasing you.”

After drinking, Liliana Grey became much more talkative, and Greg Jensen went along with her topics of conversation.

After talking for a long while, Liliana Grey took the initiative to bring up the events of the previous night.

Turns out the person she had dinner with last night was none other than the current Family Head of the Lockes, Alan Locke.

The two of them had originally planned to discuss the supplies for Cindy Harrison’s wedding. She never anticipated that Alan Locke could be so despicable, slipping something into her drink while she was in the restroom.

As she mentioned this, Liliana Grey was filled with anger, huffing, “I’d rather not make money from the Lockes than suffer this indignity.”

Greg Jensen raised an eyebrow, not expecting the previous night’s incident to be related to the Lockes.

Jamae City really was too small, for such coincidences to happen.

Looking at Liliana Grey’s indignant expression, Greg Jensen suddenly smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I will take revenge for you in a few days.”

“What?”

Liliana Grey, upon hearing this, immediately panicked and said urgently, “Greg, don’t do anything rash. Alan Locke is the Family Head of the Lockes. If you trouble him, wouldn’t that be antagonizing the entire Locke family?”

“It’s fine, I’m not afraid of them,” said Greg Jensen nonchalantly.

Liliana Grey thought he wanted to trouble Alan Locke because of her, filling her with warmth.

But still, she earnestly advised, “Greg, it makes me happy to know you consider your sister’s feelings, but the Lockes really shouldn’t be provoked.

Please listen to your sister. Let’s pretend this never happened, okay?”

Liliana Grey sighed, “The Humphrey family was originally just a small clan, and it was only in Nathan Humphrey’s generation that the family was not prolific.

We had plans to have more children, but then Nathan Humphrey passed away not long after he was born.

After his death, the Humphrey family business fell on my shoulders.

As a woman in charge of the business, dealing with employees, clients, and partners, it’s natural to encounter those with ulterior motives.

Most backed off after a stern refusal, but I’ve never before encountered someone as shameless as Alan Locke.”

Seeing the slightly weary Liliana Grey, Greg Jensen hesitated before saying, “Ms. Grey, the truth is I’m not just dealing with Alan Locke for your sake. I have my own grudge against the Lockes.”

“Not even then!”

Liliana Grey replied anxiously, “Greg, you don’t understand how powerful the Lockes are. Someone like me, who has a modest fortune, is nothing but an ant in front of the Lockes.

They could simply lift a finger and Treasure Mansion might not be able to withstand it. That’s why I chose not to pursue matters further.”

Greg Jensen knew she meant well, and his heart warmed. He smiled and said, “Let’s talk about these things later. Today we won’t discuss such matters; let’s continue our drink.”

Upon hearing this, Liliana Grey was torn between speaking out and holding back. She then sighed, “I’m saying this for your good; I hope you’ll take it to heart.”

“Thank you, Ms. Grey,” Greg Jensen said sincerely.

Liliana Grey gave him a look and huffed, “You’ve already slept with me, and yet you still call me Ms. Grey. Are you trying to anger me on purpose?”

“Er, Liliana,” Greg Jensen said with an awkward smile.

“That’s more like it.”

Liliana Grey beamed a smile and raised her glass to clink with his, “Come on, let’s drink.”

After dinner, the two of them cleared the table together.

Liliana Grey poured Greg Jensen a cup of tea, then moved in front of a large painting and said,

“I’ve wanted to go see Mount Everest for a very long time, but I never had the chance. After watching many videos about it, I painted this based on my imagination.”

Greg Jensen, holding his tea, looked up to see that it was still an unfinished painting. The canvas depicted an endless mountain range, its waistline and above, gleaming white with snow.

Liliana Grey smiled, picked up a brush, stepped up to her palette, and began to outline the scene.

Greg Jensen noticed a lounge chair nearby, set down his teacup on a table, and then lay down on it.

He sipped his tea while watching Liliana Grey paint.

Liliana wasn’t tall, with slender limbs and comparatively fuller features elsewhere.

She was still wearing that sets of little dinosaur pajamas, which had a small tail that gently swayed with her movements.

Looking at her silhouette, Greg felt as if something deep inside him swayed with that little tail.

He slowly stood up, walked behind Liliana Grey, and hugged her from behind.

Then, he undid her clothes, freeing her round and fair thighs from their little dinosaur confinement.

Liliana Grey stiffened, but then carried on with her brushstrokes as if nothing had happened.

Each pretended not to notice the other, immersed in their own activities.

In the silent room, heavy breathing gradually filled the air.

After some time, the brush on the canvas began to tremble, then dropped weakly, drawing a meaningless line.

“Hold me back to the room.”

“Mhmm.”

In the east wing of the courtyard, one room was converted into a bedroom, the other into a kitchen and dining area.

Greg Jensen carried Liliana Grey to the bedroom and was about to draw a bath, but she pulled on his arm.

Turning his head, he looked at the still-desiring Liliana and finally understood the meaning of “ravenous.”

Immediately after, the second round commenced.

Outside the courtyard, all was quiet, but this night was destined to be restless.

Perhaps because she married young and was widowed early, Liliana Grey still had traces of her girlish mischief and charm.

Yet, having raised her son alone for so many years and managing the vast Humphrey family business, she was very competent in her affairs.

With Greg Jensen by her side, he was the one being taken care of.

Take getting out of bed, for instance; when he opened his eyes, clean underwear and socks were already laid out for him. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

When he finished his morning routine and walked into the living room, a delicious breakfast was served, and a pink little dinosaur pajama set was arranging the tableware on the coffee table.

“Yo, switched colors?” Greg Jensen teased.

Liliana Grey gave him a look and snorted, “It’s all your fault for dirtying my little dinosaur.”

“Ha, Liliana, is this a chameleon? A different color every day?”

“Get lost!”

With a disdainful glare at him, Liliana Grey said, “Hurry up and come eat.”

“Right away!”

“Hey, I told you to eat the food, not eat me…”