My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)
Chapter 437

Amos had initially planned to watch Eudora from afar, but she immediately became distracted when it came to the work that she was passionate about.

He had just answered a phone call when she almost fell to the ground.

Amos' eyes widened in shock, his heart already in his throat. Fortunately, he managed to hold her in a nick of time.

In the next second, he had already picked Eudora up despite her opposition.

There were a few other designer teams at the land at that moment. They immediately turned to look after hearing the commotion. Eudora was embarrassed and she said, "Put me down right now!" Amos frowned, "I'm not putting you down. It's either you go back with me now or let me carry you around. I'll carry you to wherever you want to go."

Eudora was speechless. She replied, "I can walk on my own."

"You almost fell just a moment ago!" Amos said. He was almost scared out of his wits.

In the end, Eudora had no choice but to acquiesce.

Amos had long arms and legs, hence he can walk very steadily with her in his arms. Eudora soon finished her work. When she went back to the car, several designers greeted her with a smile. "Your husband is great!"

"You are truly blessed to have such a caring husband!"

Eudora was probably used to Amos taking such good care of her that she did not feel the same way they did. Now that they had mentioned it, she too felt she was very fortunate to have such a caring and doting husband.

More often than not, happiness could be found in the most subtle actions and words.

Eudora began to look at her design blueprint as usual after getting home, but Amos just kept looking at her with great interest.

He would force her to get up and take a break every half an hour.

Eudora had always been a workaholic. She was the kind of person who would forget about everything else the moment she was immersed in work. This was especially so when she was working on the design blueprints as they needed spontaneous and creative inspiration. For the past few hours, Amos had been interrupting her whenever she had a stroke of inspiration. At this moment, she felt like beating him up. However, she had no choice but to suppress that urge. After all, it was Amos, her beloved.

She wouldn't dare to hit him!

In that case, she could only act like a spoiled child then. Although Amos had already expressed his disapproval of her coquettish acts, Eudora knew clearly that she would not be able to focus on her work if Amos were to continue disrupting her attention.

Eudora then grabbed the corner of Amos' clothes and tugged it.

"Please, just let me finish this, okay? I promise that I would take a break as soon as I'm done with this."

"No way!" Amos was firm. Eudora decided to utilize her trump card after failing several times. She thought of the kiss from earlier that morning and asked, "Why don't I give you a kiss?"

However, Amos still rejected the offer.

"Why don't you kiss me then?"

Amos nodded and picked her up immediately.

Eudora was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"Let's do it back in our room."

Eudora was speechless.

She eventually compromised. As long as she could achieve her goal, he could kiss her wherever he wanted. However, thirty minutes later, Eudora realized she had been tricked again.

She had only intended to give him a little peck on the lips. However, the kiss that Amos was referring to was a French kiss, and he was going at it one after another...

Eudora guessed that she wouldn't have been able to escape if she hadn't covered her stomach and pretended to have a stomachache.

Another forty minutes passed.

Eudora had lost all her inspiration, and her entire mind was in a mess. Looking at the culprit, who looked extremely satiated at the side, Eudora was so pissed that she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't want to draw anymore. I'm going to practice boxing."

Amos was stunned, "No!"

Downstairs, Charlie had made a bet with Wesley for the 18th time.

"Do you think that President Granger would give in this time?"

They then both answered the question at the same time.

"Yes, he will!"

Both of them were at a loss for words.

"It wouldn't be fun if we bet on the same outcome!" Charlie said, "You have to bet on the answer that's different from mine! Otherwise, what's the fun in it?"

"But, it's so obvious. Only a fool would say otherwise!"

In the end, it was Cindy who came to sort things out for them.

"Why don't you guys bet on the length of time Mr. Granger would take to finally give in to Mrs. Granger's request?"

"That's a good idea!"

Two of them then said again at the same time, "Less than three minutes!"

This time, all three of them were speechless.

Had there been outsiders at that moment, they would probably think that Amos was just a subservient husband in front of his wife.

"Guess an exact time!"

"I'm betting that he'll give in at the three-minute mark," Wesley said.

"I guess that he'll take two and a half minutes before finally caving in. The person who has the closest answer is the winner. Deal?" Charlie echoed.

"Deal."

The two of them then took their stopwatches out and began to count down.

At this moment, they heard voices coming from upstairs. They could initially hear Eudora complaining, "You've gone too far. You made me lost all my inspiration. I won't do design anymore! I hate you!" It was Amos' voice next, which became less and less domineering.

"Don't be angry. It's bad for your body. You mustn't practice boxing as you are currently pregnant. Why don't you practice shooting? I'll accompany you."

"No, I want to practice boxing! It's either that or stop disrupting me from doing my designs. Choose one between these two, now!"

Charlie and Wesley, who were downstairs, said at the same time,

"You should obviously just let her go on designing!"

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Amos said, "No way!"

The two of them were stunned. It seemed that Amos was going to hold up to his principles firmly this time.

Wesley looked at his stopwatch and whispered, "It's been two and a half minutes..."

Charlie frowned, "I've lost. What do you want this time?"

"Don't worry. We haven't got to the results yet, have we?"

The next second, Amos had descended from the stairs. Wesley put the stopwatch away hastily and greeted, "President Granger!"

Amos nodded at him, "Head over to the storeroom and bring out the old couch from before."

Wesley and Charlie looked at each other in confusion. They couldn't figure out what Amos was thinking. However, Wesley still went to get it immediately.

He soon returned with the couch and he asked, "President Granger, where should I put this? Shall I carry it upstairs for you?"

"It's fine. Just give it to me," After that, Amos took the couch and went upstairs.

Charlie and Wesley were both curious, "What on earth is he going to do?"

"Is he going to practice boxing with Mrs. Granger on the couch?"

The corners of their mouths twitched, "Are we both going to lose this bet then?"

"No, I'll head upstairs and have a look."

Wesley then trotted upstairs. Charlie thought of stopping him, but curiosity drove him to follow Wesley upstairs.

Then, the two of them stood at the door of the study room. They saw Amos, who was supposed to observe Eudora from the side, sitting in front of the laptop and designing. Meanwhile, Eudora, who should have been designing with the computer, lying on the couch and instructing Amos verbally.

"As for the eaves, I want to design it in the European style, like the ones in the fairy tales."

"For the roof, I want to have it pointy, yes..."

"I want to paint the wall maroon so that it looks like an ancient castle. It's not this maroon, it's another..."

Amos finished the blueprint speedily under Eudora's instructions.

The two of them were shocked.

Oh my, President Granger.

Even the way he had compromised was so new and offbeat. He even offered to draw the blueprint on his own. He really was amazing.

Wesley clicked his tongue and said, "We both lost this time. Do you still want to bet next time?"

"Of course! But I don't think that we should bet on how long it would take for President Granger to compromise next time. We should bet on how he will compromise instead." Wesley agreed with him and responded, "I think that'll work."