"You can’t ask Eleanor for anything else; she said this time it’s for my sake."
Nicholas Hollis frowned, thinking of Eleanor’s expression, his heart still ached a little.
Alice Lynch’s face flashed with a trace of embarrassment. What does it mean to ask Eleanor for something? The entire Hollis Family should be hers. If it weren’t for Eleanor’s interference, she wouldn’t be living now.
"Nicholas, I get it. I’ve said it before, as long as there’s a place to stay, I’m easily satisfied."
Nicholas nodded and then placed some food into her bowl.
"Eat more, look how thin you’ve become."
Alice’s eyes instantly reddened, and she threw herself into his arms.
"I thought you didn’t care about me at all, Nicholas. Everything about the Hollis Family doesn’t matter, as long as you’re with me."
Nicholas’s eyes were filled with heartache. He finally sighed and held her in his arms.
"Alice, I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve failed as a person, sorry to you and sorry to Eleanor."
Alice said nothing, but the corners of her mouth lifted.
After dinner, Nicholas said he was leaving, but Alice hugged him from behind, a hint of pleading in her voice.
"Now you won’t even stay with me?"
Nicholas’s heart softened, and finally, rationality gradually faded as he was led upstairs by Alice.
Alice was a very open person in bed, which had kept Nicholas very satisfied over the years.
Nicholas was an artist. To others, he might seem free of desires, but as a man, he couldn’t escape the innermost "lust."
Rachel used to always hold herself back, keeping people at arm’s length, never taking the initiative.
But Alice was different, maybe that’s why Nicholas cared about Alice, although the reason was rather despicable.
When he woke up, it was already the next day. Last night, he had sent the selected villa details to Eleanor, who was straightforward enough to deliver the property deed early in the morning, even in person.
This made the just-awakened Nicholas feel very awkward, perhaps Eleanor was doing it on purpose to embarrass him.
Eleanor sat casually on the living room sofa. Seeing the two of them come down together from upstairs, she only felt it was ironic and lightly curled her lips.
"Dad, I thought men your age wouldn’t have such a high demand; I guess I was wrong though."
For a daughter to speak to her father in such a tone really sounds ironic.
But Nicholas dared not meet her eyes, nor could he muster a rebuttal.
He shouldn’t have stayed here last night, letting Eleanor catch him red-handed. Their relationship could only become more strained now.
Eleanor’s eyes slowly moved to Alice, the woman who had kept herself well over the years, looking at least ten years younger than her peers. She wore all her scheming on her face.
"Auntie Lynch, it seems your skills in bed are quite impressive, no wonder my dad can’t forget about you. Here’s the property deed. Let me put it plainly: if you come to me in the future asking for this or that, don’t blame me if I take back the house as well."
Alice’s mouth curled with sarcasm, thinking the little girl was too naïve. Once the property deed showed her name, how could Eleanor take it back?
"Eleanor, your father is already old and needs companionship. As a daughter, you naturally wouldn’t understand the loneliness in his heart."
Alice said as she sat down with Nicholas.
Nicholas placed his hands in front of his knees, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Eleanor heard Alice’s words and suddenly looked up at this man. She hadn’t paid much attention before, but now she indeed noticed quite a bit of white hair at his temples. Compared to his initial vigour, he looked really much older.
The bitterness in her heart grew stronger, suddenly feeling powerless, not knowing whom to blame.
"Now that you have the house, take care of yourselves. Dad, whoever you want to live with, I won’t interfere. Our father-daughter relationship has long run its course."
Nicholas’s hands shook violently; he said nothing, looking very pitiful.
Eleanor only felt a bitterness spread in her mouth. Perhaps her softness was inherited from this man, knowing he had let down her mom, but seeing him made her hesitate with compassion.
"Eleanor, I’m sorry, I’ve wronged you."
He kept repeating those words, unable to say anything else.
Eleanor placed the property deed on the table, along with all the transfer documents.
Alice excitedly grabbed them, signing her name, looking at the property deed with delight.
In her face, Eleanor saw greed and ambition. How could such a woman be content with following a man who had nothing? Surely, the house was just the first step. Next, she’d use Nicholas as a springboard to reach others.
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After Eleanor’s departure, Alice and Anna Hollis admired the property deed repeatedly and finally stowed it away carefully. All that was left was to take these documents and change the name on the property deed.
Seeing their happiness, Nicholas felt a slight sense of unease, but he just pursed his lips, saying nothing.
"Nicholas, you must be hungry. Let me make you breakfast, just sit and relax."
Having seen the property deed, Alice was so pleased that even her tone was softer.
Nicholas sat silently on the sofa, clenching his hands, lowering his eyes quietly.
Anna said she was going to help in the kitchen, but in fact, she was praising Alice’s manoeuvres.
"Now that the property deed is in hand, this house is ours. Mom, do you think we’ll have other things in the future? Dad was able to get us a house; will there be more in the future?"
Alice playfully tapped her forehead, "Naturally, there will be others. One house isn’t enough. What Eleanor swallowed, I want her to spit it out piece by piece. She is too soft-hearted towards Nicholas, she won’t be too ruthless, let’s just wait and see."
Anna more eagerly helped her wash vegetables, seeming to look forward to the future.
Meanwhile, the more Eleanor thought after leaving, the angrier she became. Sitting in the car, she was spaced out for a long time, hating herself for not being ruthless enough to actually give away the house!
After driving back to the villa, her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Thinking about a man like that being her father, she just wanted to go back to the womb and be reborn.
"If you’re so angry, why did you give them the house?"
Hugo Quinn pinched her cheek, asking in confusion.