Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 204: We’re Going Back to Caldwen

One hour later.

As the car stopped at the entrance of the airport’s VIP channel, Josephine Thompson immediately spotted that familiar figure.

Julian Grant stood tall under the eaves, dressed in a light gray suit.

The morning light fell softly on his gentle face, like a filter.

"Julian Grant..."

Josephine Thompson paused as she pushed the car door open.

She could feel how disheveled she looked at the moment, her face pale and haggard beyond repair.

Instinctively, she wanted to tighten her collar, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

"Josephine." Julian Grant had already walked over quickly, his voice was soft yet carried a calming strength.

When he reached her.

He didn’t ask anything, just embraced her with reddened eyes, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not protecting you."

"..." Josephine Thompson’s eyes stung, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Everything she had been through during this time.

Was like a terrible nightmare.

A thousand words, all seemed pale and powerless.

"I’m sorry! I’m so sorry..." Julian Grant’s voice choked, filled with sadness and guilt.

He always prided himself on being exceptional, thinking there was nothing he couldn’t do.

However...

He couldn’t protect the woman he wanted to protect.

How could this not be a failure?

Josephine Thompson felt her heart tearing apart, "...Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault."

Julian Grant: "Don’t say anything. Let’s go back to Caldwen first. Once we return, I will seek justice for you..."

Josephine Thompson’s eyes stung intensely, and she quickly stopped him, "No, Julian Grant, let this matter end here. Don’t pursue it, and don’t provoke Nathaniel Gallagher."

Julian Grant’s temples throbbed with anger, and he said through gritted teeth, "Josephine, you don’t need to worry, nor be afraid of him. This time, I won’t let him get away easily."

"Don’t... really don’t provoke him again, let it end here." Josephine Thompson felt a rush of panic, and her vision blurred severely.

She was genuinely afraid.

Nathaniel Gallagher was truly a madman, devoid of conscience.

His twisted darkness knew no bounds.

Anyone who opposed him.

He would truly retaliate without regard for consequences, stopping at nothing to destroy the other.

But she and Julian Grant.

Were raised with optimistic, positive education since childhood, taught to be good children. Kind to others, eager to help, full of positive energy.

How could they possibly be a match for Nathaniel Gallagher?

Julian Grant, full of righteous indignation, "Josephine, you really don’t need to fear him. This time, I’m seeking justice and he’ll face the law."

"..." Josephine Thompson’s heart clenched, unable to utter a word.

"What’s wrong?"

"...I’m just afraid something will happen to you."

"Let’s not say more, we’ll discuss once we’re back in Caldwen."

"Okay."

...

Shortly later.

Julian Grant took her aboard the private jet.

The plane soared into the sky.

Josephine Thompson watched the city’s outline shrink rapidly outside the window, the confusion in her heart gradually faded.

"Want something to drink?" Julian Grant offered a cup of hot milk, the cup wrapped in a warm napkin, "I just had the flight attendant heat it up for your stomach."

Josephine Thompson accepted the cup, the lingering coldness in her fingertips warmed slightly.

She didn’t drink, just held the cup, lost in thought.

The clouds churned like waves.

They obscured the path she came from and seemed to want to cover those unbearable memories.

Seeing this, Julian Grant’s heart ached more, "Josephine, take some rest."

Josephine hesitated for a long time before speaking hoarsely, "He won’t let it go easily, you must be careful."

Julian Grant was silent for a moment, his voice deepening, "I know. That’s why I’ve arranged for us to stay at a secure sanatorium outside the city after we land."

He paused, looking at her pale profile, "Josephine, don’t be afraid. From now on, I won’t let anyone hurt you again."

Josephine Thompson turned her head, meeting his calm gaze.

His eyes held no obsessive flames, only steady determination and deep affection.

"...How’s my grandpa?" she changed the subject, not wanting to linger in those suffocating memories any longer.

"Don’t worry, your grandpa has returned to the sanatorium in Caldwen and will be fine after a few days of rest," Julian Grant’s tone relaxed a bit.

Hearing this, Josephine Thompson’s restless heart finally settled a little.

As long as grandpa was fine, she could be at ease.

"Have some milk and rest."

Josephine Thompson looked down at the milk in her hand, the warmth of the cup gradually spreading through her palms.

She took a light sip.

The warm liquid slid down her throat, with a faint milky fragrance, yet it couldn’t suppress the bitterness rising in her heart.

"The flight will be several more hours, try to sleep."

"Okay." She responded, lying down on the specially made luxurious bed.

Julian Grant gently covered her with a blanket, sitting beside her quietly accompanying her.

The cabin was quiet, only the low hum of the engines and the occasional soft steps of the flight attendants.

Josephine Thompson closed her eyes, drifting off into sleep.

As soon as she fell asleep.

The nightmare came with it.

The scene of Nathaniel Gallagher ramming into her reappeared in the dream.

"No... no..."

The sense of suffocation and terror still enveloped her.

She was almost torn apart by him in the dream.

His large, imposing frame, like the weight of a mountain...

"Please let me go... no..."

"Josephine! Josephine!"

Julian Grant’s voice pierced through the nightmare, urgently shaking her shoulders.

Josephine Thompson abruptly opened her eyes, her chest heaving.

"Ah... so scary..." Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, her eyelashes still wet with tears, her eyes lost like a child who had lost their way.

"Don’t be afraid, it’s me." Julian Grant took a tissue, wiping her sweat, his voice softening, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Josephine Thompson stared at him for a long while before slowly regaining a sense of reality.

The soft, silky blanket, the gentle vibration of the cabin, and the warmth of Julian Grant’s palm.

She took a deep breath, a raspy whimper escaping her throat, "I just had a nightmare..."

The oppressive feeling in the dream was too real.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s breath seemed still in her ears, a towering shadow like storm clouds covering her, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Julian Grant leaned down, gently pulling her into his embrace.

His movements were gentle, cautiously comforting without crossing any lines, like a steady net slowly gathering her trembling body.

"It’s okay now, it’s all in the past. From now on, I’ll be by your side and won’t let anyone harm you again."

Josephine Thompson burrowed into his chest, inhaling the crisp soapy scent from him, closing her eyes again.

The refreshing scent was so different from Nathaniel Gallagher’s invasive aura, it allowed her tense nerves to slightly relax.

"Julian Grant..."

She hesitated, unable to form words.

"Don’t think too much, just rest." Julian Grant kissed her forehead.

He glanced downward, and when he saw the patches of bruises and bite marks on her neck, his heart was filled with unspeakable pain and anger.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, you beast, I will not let you off easily."

Josephine Thompson didn’t hear his low, raspy words of anger, she only felt the kiss on her forehead, as light as a feather, bringing a sense of reassurance.

She turned over, curling herself into an even smaller ball.

Julian Grant embraced her gently from behind.

His fingertips touched the delicate skin at the back of her neck, yet he could clearly feel a feverish warmth there.

The lingering warmth from nightmares, and the imprint of fear engraved.

He closed his eyes, suppressing the raging fury at the bottom. He must remain calm now; Josephine needs him to steady her.

"Sleep now!" He spoke again, his voice returning to softness, "I’m here watching over you; I won’t let you have nightmares again."

Josephine didn’t respond, but her breathing gradually became steady.

Perhaps she was too tired, or maybe his embrace was too comforting; she actually fell back into slumber again.

This time, there was no nightmare, only a chaotic darkness, as quiet as being wrapped in warm water.

Julian Grant maintained his posture of holding her, not daring to move an inch, fearing to disturb her.

The cabin was lit with a soft night light, casting a glow on Josephine Thompson’s pale little face.

He looked down at her, his gaze complex. Heartache, anger, and a faint trace of unnoticeable fear.

If he hadn’t managed to get her out in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Nathaniel Gallagher’s madness, he had only heard of in rumors before, but now he truly witnessed it.

The plane flew for more than ten additional hours.

Once they arrived in Caldwen.

It was already the next morning.

"Josephine, it’s time to get off the plane."

Josephine Thompson snapped back to reality, tightening the shawl around her, "...Which nursing home is my grandfather in now? I’ll go see him first."

Julian Grant frowned,"You’re so weak right now, I should take you to the hospital first."

"No need, I’m fine."

Josephine Thompson’s voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable insistence.

She lifted the quilt; her feet staggered slightly when they hit the ground.

Julian Grant hurriedly reached out to support her, his brow furrowing tighter: "Look, you can’t even stand steadily, how can you go see your grandfather? If he sees you like this, he’d only worry more."

Josephine looked down at her trembling fingertips and fell silent.

Julian Grant was right.

If grandpa saw her like this, he would definitely be more worried.

"Rest for two days at the place I’ve arranged."

Julian Grant softened his tone, tidying her slightly messy hair, "Let the doctor give you a simple check-up, and once you feel better, I’ll take you to see grandpa, okay?"

Josephine nodded, her voice hoarse: "...That sounds good."

"Mm, let’s get off the plane."

When getting off the plane.

Julian Grant specifically asked the flight attendant to bring a large silk scarf, gently wrapped it around her neck to cover those glaring marks.

"The sun is bright outside, block the light."

Once off the plane.

The bodyguard and driver had already arranged the car.

"President Grant, Miss Thompson, please get in the car."

The two of them got into an Alphard business car.

The car smoothly drove out of the airport, merging into Caldwen’s morning traffic.

Josephine Thompson looked at the scenery passing outside the window, her eyes slightly heated.

Leaving here was but a short time, yet it felt like a long century had passed.

"Where are we headed now?"

Julian Grant: "To my villa."

Josephine Thompson: "That’s not good, I should stay at a hotel then..."

Julian Grant: "Staying at a hotel is more troublesome, might even be photographed by paparazzi. Staying at my place is actually safer."

Josephine furrowed her brow, not opposing further.

...

An hour later.

The driver drove to Serenity Peak.

Celestial Crest Manor.

It’s a lakeside manor villa, sprawling across a ten thousand square meter area. An entire hilltop, with only one household.

The car drove into the manor.

It continued driving for more than ten minutes before reaching the villa entrance.

Surrounded by green trees, quiet enough to hear birds chirping.

"Let’s get off the car."

Entering the house.

The servants had already prepared breakfast.

Light yet exquisite, a blend of Chinese and Western styles, very comprehensive. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Eat something first, the doctor will be here soon." Julian Grant pushed the bowl of congee to her, sat down himself but didn’t move his chopsticks, only watched her take small sips.

Josephine Thompson drank half a bowl of congee, finally feeling some comfort in her stomach.

When the family doctor arrived, she resisted the check-up, always fearing those shocking scars would be seen.

Julian Grant held her hand, spoke softly: "Be good, only after the check-up can you be at ease to see grandpa."

In the end, she let go.

The doctor approached, did a careful examination, "Miss Thompson, relax."

The examination results were as anticipated.

Soft tissue injury and exhaustion, along with psychological trauma, called for proper rest.

The doctor prescribed some calming medication and briefly went through precautions, then left.

"Sleep for a while, I’ll call you in the afternoon." Julian Grant tucked her in with a blanket, his voice gentle and irresistible.

Josephine Thompson was indeed tired, she closed her eyes and shortly fell asleep.

This time she slept deeply, without nightmares.

The next day.

Josephine Thompson insisted on going to see her grandpa.

Julian Grant couldn’t persuade her otherwise, so he helped her change clothes, preparing to take her to the nursing home.

"Let’s go, to see grandpa."

"Alright."

When the car drove into the nursing home.

Josephine Thompson’s heart rose to her throat.

Only when she saw her grandfather in the garden, sitting in his wheelchair under the sun and looking quite spirited, did she suddenly let out a breath, quickly walked over: "Grandpa!"

"Josephine?" Grandpa turned his head, seeing her at that moment, his cloudy eyes brightened, then became red, "My dear granddaughter..."

Josephine Thompson knelt by grandpa’s knee, holding his hand, tears couldn’t help but fall: "Grandpa, I’m back."

"Back is good, back is good." Grandpa patted her hand, repeatedly muttering, "Let me take a good look, how come you’ve lost weight..."

Josephine Thompson looked with heartache at her grandpa, "No, still the same. But grandpa, grandpa has lost a lot."

Master Thompson chuckled, "It’s said that old age weight loss is priceless, being thinner at my age is good!"

Master Thompson had no idea his granddaughter was imprisoned by Nathaniel Gallagher for nearly half a month.

He only knew that his granddaughter sent many WeChat videos to him and personally made video calls. He heard Nathaniel Gallagher had found better medical teams to take care of him and that he should follow Nathaniel Gallagher’s people with peace of mind.

Of course, those videos and calls from his granddaughter were all thanks to the highest-end AI technology.

Being elderly, Master Thompson couldn’t discern at all.

Moreover, it came from Josephine Thompson’s WeChat account, even the servants around him hadn’t noticed.

Hence, Master Thompson was still kept in the dark until now. Luckily, although Nathaniel Gallagher did send people to bring him away, he didn’t harm the elder. He indeed hired a more advanced medical team to care for him.

Standing aside, Julian Grant watched the scene of the grandfather and granddaughter in tears, and the gloom in his eyes faded quite a bit.

He quietly withdrew to the side, sending a message to the assistant: "Keep a close watch on Nathaniel Gallagher’s movements, report any abnormalities immediately."

"Understood, President Grant."

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