He pulled Eleanor Hollis into his arms, a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you without your consent."
Eleanor couldn’t trust a word men said in bed.
But at this point, saying more was useless, this man always had an excuse.
Hugo Quinn thought he might actually do something excessive, but holding her made him sleep exceptionally peacefully, all those dirty thoughts vanished, and so the two slept soundly until morning.
While they got along well in this apartment, things were different elsewhere. Since Old Master Quinn found out Eleanor Hollis was working at Grandeur, his mood hasn’t improved.
Last time, he thought pressuring Eleanor’s friends would make her leave Hugo immediately, but instead, she held onto Hugo tighter.
"Old Cameron, what should I do next?"
Old Cameron was the Quinton Family’s butler and had been with the Old Master for many years.
"Elder Quinn, why not just let them be together? You’ve seen Hugo’s attitude, if you force it, it might be difficult."
Hugo was the old man’s son, and he knew his character well, but thinking that such an outstanding son liked a woman who had been divorced for five years made him very uncomfortable.
Moreover, the woman had once been married to someone from the Quinton Family.
"Enough said, you know many are watching our family. I don’t want anything to happen to the Quinton Family, I absolutely won’t agree."
The old man’s face was resolute, finally gripping his cane tightly.
"Perhaps Hugo should choose between me and Eleanor Hollis."
Old Cameron shivered instinctively after hearing this, unsure what to do.
"Elder Quinn, I’m afraid if you stir things up, you might not break them apart, but rather damage the father-son relationship."
Old Cameron understood Hugo very well, having watched him grow up, sometimes knowing him better than Elder Quinn, his own father.
"Tonight, call Marcus over, let him stay with me for a few days. I heard he’s started school, and I can send him from here."
He always liked Marcus, and would not allow Eleanor’s presence to ruin his relationship with Marcus.
"Understood, Old Master."
Old Cameron knew persuading further was useless, so he simply replied.
In the evening, Hugo received a call from the old house saying the Old Master missed the little one, and wanted him to stay at the old house for a few days.
Marcus looked unhappy; ever since leaving the old house last time, he hadn’t liked it much. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
"No matter what, that’s your Grandpa Quinn. It’s good to stay with him for a few days; I’ll have your room remodeled during this time."
Hugo gently patted his head, now that the old man disliked Eleanor, not sending Marcus over might lead the old man to imagine all sorts of drama.
It’s better to send him over. Marcus hasn’t seen him for a while.
Marcus replied reluctantly, then glanced at Eleanor.
"Mommy, can you make more chicken feet tonight like last time? I want to take them to Grandpa’s."
Last time Eleanor indeed guessed right, the child really liked chicken feet.
"No problem, I’ll make them right away."
Seeing Marcus so fond of her cooking, Eleanor felt gratified.
She was initially worried Marcus might be brainwashed by the old man into disliking her.
Now it seemed her worries were unnecessary.
She quickly went to the supermarket for fresh chicken feet and started cooking in the kitchen.
Hugo went to Marcus’s room to pack some clothes for him.
"You’ll only stay for a week, then Dad will pick you up, okay? I’m going on a business trip these days; if you stay, your mom won’t have time to take you to school, she’s very busy with work."
The trip notification just came, and it’s overseas this time.
If Marcus stayed here, Eleanor would likely struggle to handle everything alone.
"I know, Dad, I’ll be good."
As long as Grandpa doesn’t speak ill of Mommy, I can be good.
He mentally added this line, knowing if Eleanor heard, she’d hug him and kiss him for sure, her care didn’t go to waste.
She finished making chicken feet after three hours, packed them thoughtfully in containers, then put them in his backpack.
"After going back to the old house, remember to take them out and put them in the fridge, cover them with plastic wrap. If you don’t know how, tell the servants what I said. Got it?"
Marcus nodded and went downstairs with his backpack.
Hugo and Eleanor only relaxed after sending him onto the car.
"You’re going on a business trip?"
Eleanor heard their conversation in the kitchen earlier.
"Yes, about a week. Wait for me at home. If someone at Grandeur gives you trouble, go to the higher-ups."
The higher-ups in Grandeur were perceptive, probably already aware of their relationship.
Eleanor felt a little sulky, why was she unhappy about his trip, was she reluctant?
Upon realizing this, her face reddened slightly.
Hugo asked Lan Yancy to pack at the villa, preparing to leave early in the morning, so during dinner, it was just the two of them.
The scene was exceptionally cozy.
Hugo drank some soup, looking at the darkening night outside, feeling a bit impulsive.
Alone in a room with a lovely woman, wouldn’t something wonderful happen?
However, reality proved his imagination was quite unfounded.
Tonight Eleanor fell asleep quickly, she almost drifted off upon getting into bed.
Though snuggling in his arms, seeing her sleep soundly, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything, lest he’d be no better than a beast.
In the morning, they got up together, splitting downstairs, one heading to Grandeur, the other to the airport.
While waiting at the airport, Hugo felt uneasy but couldn’t figure out why, so he called Eleanor Hollis.
Eleanor was already seated at Grandeur’s top floor, eyes lighting up seeing his call.
Hearing her voice eased Hugo’s anxiety somewhat, amused, he thought, maybe he was reluctant, they hadn’t even parted yet.
"Remember to miss me. If you can’t sleep, call me."
Eleanor felt touched, a smile spreading on her face.
"Got it, Mr. Quinn, go on your trip worry-free."
Hugo then turned off his phone and went through the gate.
Eleanor put down her phone, calmly proceeding with her day’s work.