Rural Belle & Three Heirs
Chapter 61 Are You Willing to Marry for Alliance?

Chloe scrunched up her nose, letting Grant fire off questions without saying a word.

He was getting more and more jittery. "Chloe, come on, don't just sit there in silence. Even if I messed up, you gotta tell me why, right?" Grant kept glancing at Chloe while driving.

Chloe turned to him and said, "Why didn't you help me replace Mr. Wallace to sort out Rena's mess? Is it 'cause my last name's Davis and you don't wanna marry me? I get it; I'm so ugly no one wants to marry me. If you don't wanna help, fine. I know where I stand."

She pretended to sob after that. Seeing her sad face, Grant felt a wave of anxiety. He realized Chloe was mad at him over this. If that was the case, she was being really ungrateful.

"Don't start crying, Chloe. Let me ask you, did your principal tell you to pass any message to me?" Grant asked.

Chloe thought for a second and nodded. "Yeah, he said he already handled it. So... what exactly is the issue?"

He glanced at her, then let her question hang in the hair. Suddenly, Chloe realized she might've misunderstood him. She wiped away her fake tears and tentatively asked, "Are you saying... you were involved in Rena's issue?" Grant smiled a bit and replied, "Do you really think just your classmates' opinions could get Ford expelled? Don't forget, he's the Academic Dean."

Grant's words made Chloe see the light. Yeah, with Ford's position, her classmates alone couldn't get him expelled.

Chloe finally got that she had misunderstood Grant. She felt embarrassed and wanted to apologize but didn't know how to start.

Seeing her not as sassy as usual, Grant chuckled. He felt like teasing her. While driving, he said, "I helped you out, shouldn't you thank me?"

"How should I thank you?" Chloe asked, picking up on his words.

Grant thought for a moment and then teased, "How about you cook a meal for me?"

"Uh?" Chloe stuck out her tongue. That was it?

"I want some of that oatmeal porridge you make. Let's go home, and you make it for me, okay?" Grant asked.

Grant had studied abroad in college and had a messed-up stomach from years of eating out. Since his last hospital stay, he seemed to really like the oatmeal porridge Chloe made. It was tasty but not heavy, and most importantly, it felt warm and soothing.

Chloe nodded and agreed. "Okay."

After thinking for a long time, Chloe finally dispelled that embarrassment and thanked Grant. Grant chuckled and gave Chloe a playful flick on the forehead.

Back at the Martin Mansion, Chloe, wanting to show her gratitude to Grant, dove into the kitchen and got busy. Mia teamed up with Chloe, and soon enough, the whole mansion was filled with the delicious aroma of food. Grant was chilling on the balcony, flipping through the latest financial news. Every now and then, he'd glance towards the kitchen, clearly expecting something.

Michael had no plans today and came home early. He walked over to Grant and started chatting. "Grant, what's up with Chloe? She went straight into the kitchen as soon as she got back. Is she trying to show off her cooking skills or something?"

Michael was puzzled. Was Chloe trying to impress them? The whole "way to a man's heart is through his stomach" thing seemed pretty outdated.

Grant ignored him and kept reading his newspaper.

Michael kept going, "Chloe, aside from being unattractive, doesn't have any other flaws. She's got a good family background, she's smart, and now she can even cook. If she weren't that bad-looking, she'd definitely be the kind of girl who seems ordinary but has a lot of good qualities."

Michael's praise for Chloe made Grant feel a bit uneasy. He put down his newspaper and asked, "Oh? So are you willing to marry her?"

Hearing this, Michael got a bit flustered. "No way. You know I'm not into that. I just want to focus on my career. Marriage, to me, is like a cage, a constraint," Michael said grandly, but really, he just wasn't ready to live with a girl like Chloe. After all, no guy wanted to wake up to a face with a big mole.

Seeing Michael's reaction, Grant felt relieved. He gave Michael a look and said, "Focus on your career? I think you just don't want to marry a plain girl like Chloe, right?"

Michael, caught by Grant, scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

Grant threw a word at him. "Shallow!"

After a busy period in the kitchen, Chloe, with Mia's help, soon had a table full of dishes ready. These dishes were all specialties from the Northwest region, and with Chloe's good plating skills, they looked just as good as restaurant-quality meals. The servants called for dinner, and Liam slowly walked down from upstairs, holding his phone.

He was texting while walking: [Shawty, eat well. If you crave anything, just let me know, and I'll have it delivered. Let's meet up sometime when you're free.]

Seeing Liam's attention all on his phone, Michael, as his older brother, snorted at him. "Liam, it's time to eat. Are you going crazy? Always gluing to your phone, chatting with some biker. I think either you're losing it, or she's driving you nuts."