Hugo didn’t even spare her a glance, "Marcus is my child, I can discipline him however I want. I don’t need an outsider questioning me."
The word "outsider" pierced Eleanor Hollis’s heart, her face turning instantly pale.
"I was meddling, I’m sorry."
Hugo thought saying this would make him feel a little better, after holding it in all afternoon.
But seeing her , he felt even worse, as if he had gulped down a mouthful of sour lemon juice.
Marcus stood beside Eleanor, thinking that if Dad wouldn’t let Mom in the car, he wouldn’t get in either.
"Mr. Quinn, Miss Morgan has already discussed the compensation. The insurance company will be here shortly. Since you’re here, why don’t you take Marcus home?"
Eleanor forced herself to speak calmly, trying to appear unruffled.
Hugo felt stifled; wasn’t she curious about anything he had to say?
Like asking why he moved out, or even asking him to come back.
He swore that if she asked him to come back, he’d forget all the unpleasantness and happily return home with her.
But alas, she showed no sign of wanting to ask.
Hugo’s face turned pale with anger.
Fine, Eleanor Hollis! Fine!!
If he drove off, Eleanor would become a laughingstock. Although he was mad at her, he wouldn’t let outsiders bully her.
Eleanor’s lips moved slightly, but Hugo grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the car.
Marcus sensibly followed behind, blocking the curious gazes from outside.
Sasha Morgan stood there, chilled. The car that came to pick up Eleanor was worth millions. What kind of family spends so lavishly?
Who on earth did Eleanor Hollis marry?!
The onlookers started to disperse, but Sasha waited until the insurance company arrived, somewhat disoriented, and discussed the compensation before leaving, almost in a daze.
Meanwhile, Lan Yancy drove the car to Eleanor’s apartment, where it slowly came to a stop.
Hugo’s voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
His attitude made Eleanor feel bitter, as if all previous tenderness was just an illusion.
Like a scolded child, Eleanor got out of the car, clutching her bag without moving.
Marcus hadn’t finished speaking when Hugo roared.
Realizing his dad was truly angry, Marcus immediately shrank back, pouting and not daring to speak.
Hugo’s gaze fell on Eleanor, and under the moonlight, her face seemed gentle.
He let out a cold laugh, "Heartless and unfeeling woman."
With that, the car started up and sped away into the night.
Eleanor stood there a while longer until the car was out of sight, then slowly averted her gaze.
It wasn’t that she was heartless and unfeeling, but after five years of marriage, she had become indifferent to everything.
Moreover, her face had always been quite plain since childhood. Without a smile, she looked expressionless, like a dead face. Samantha Sullivan often criticized her for it.
Eleanor turned around, went into the apartment, and leaned quietly against the wall behind the door.
Hugo’s indifferent eyes haunted her mind. She put down her bag and messily climbed back into bed.
Life was truly a mess.
She thought, her eyes growing red, but ultimately she did not cry. After taking a few pills, she forced herself to sleep.
The next day at the company, she sat uneasily at her desk, but the phone never rang all morning.
She saw Lan Yancy bring coffee into his office a few times.
Strangely, she smiled.
If it were another woman bringing him coffee, she might have been suspicious.
But with Lan Yancy, she was in a good mood and completed all her tasks for the day by noon.
At noon, Alice Warren came to ask her to go to the cafeteria together.
When they sat down, Alice spoke first.
"The CEO didn’t ask you to bring coffee today, did you make him angry?"
Holding her chopsticks, Eleanor’s hand trembled slightly. She inexplicably disliked this topic.
She looked up at Alice, instantly excluding her from the circle of friends.
She didn’t like others coveting Hugo.
Even though she and Hugo were already strangers, she still didn’t like it.
Strange, just yesterday, she was encouraging Alice to pursue her feelings.
But today, she wished Alice wouldn’t even think about liking Hugo.
Women truly are unpredictable.
"That’s my business."
She emphasized the word "business" and continued to eat absent-mindedly. Check latest chapters at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Alice paused, realizing her question might have been too forward, and smiled awkwardly.
"I was just curious, Eleanor, you know, I confessed to the CEO yesterday."
Eleanor felt as if she had been hit on the head with a club, her mind in chaos.
Alice observed her expression, noting the CEO’s coldness towards Eleanor today. Perhaps her attempt to sow discord was successful.
Normally, someone of the CEO’s stature wouldn’t be easily manipulated.
But before Eleanor, he seemed to lower himself, becoming ordinary and humble.
Knowing Eleanor didn’t like or accept him made him insecure and start self-doubting when he heard Alice’s words.
Rather than being angry at Eleanor, he was mad at himself.
Mad that he gave so much without any gratitude from this woman.
Understanding all this didn’t make Alice happy; instead, she was consumed with jealousy.
What’s so special about Eleanor? She’s a divorced woman.
And who knows how many times she slept with her ex-husband during those five years of marriage?
Does the CEO really not mind at all?
"The CEO didn’t reject me. If he disliked me, he’d have kicked me out, given his temper. But yesterday, he was calm and only asked me to leave, saying he got it. Eleanor, your guess was right. I’ll try even harder to make sure his eyes are only on me."
Eleanor’s eyes narrowed; she wasn’t a fool. Things had come this far, and she had every reason to suspect Alice approached her with ill intentions.
She lowered her head, realizing that Alice liked Hugo, and Eleanor frequently visited his office, so Alice was targeting her?
Poor her, foolishly thinking they could be friends.
At that moment, Eleanor moved Alice into the category of enemies.