"Didn’t Hugo Quinn make you sad too? You were crying so miserably just now. Isn’t he the same as me?"
Xavier Crawford was unconvinced. A trace of displeasure rose in his heart, and he couldn’t help but retort.
Eleanor Hollis glanced at him lightly, and a hint of a smile suddenly appeared on her face.
"He’s different. When I loved him, he was also loving me. Even if he made me sad, at least I could feel that he loved me. My efforts, my emotions were reciprocated."
Xavier’s eyes suddenly became deep, and then he lightly tugged at his lips.
"Isn’t it just because you love him, that’s why you speak so grandiloquently? You haven’t even tried with me, how do you know I don’t know how to love someone?"
Eleanor looked at him curiously, suddenly unsure if he was joking or not, and her eyebrows gently furrowed.
"Indeed, because I love him, I have a very thick filter."
She didn’t refute this point; instead, she openly admitted it.
Xavier rolled his eyes and ignored her.
Eleanor sat for a while, and hearing the footsteps at the door, she stiffened and didn’t turn to look. She knew it must be Hugo Quinn.
Hugo saw Eleanor and Xavier sitting so peacefully and let out a sigh of relief.
He opened his mouth but suddenly didn’t know what to say, so he just held her hand.
Eleanor said nothing and didn’t move, just sat on the sofa like that.
Hugo sighed and clasped her hand tightly.
"Eleanor, I don’t know how to explain it. The paternity test report is still there. Even if I tell you that it’s not my child, you certainly wouldn’t believe it. But I truly have no memory at all. I’ve never met Jane Shaw, nor do I know where that inexplicable child came from."
Hugo also felt very wronged, wondering if there was a gap in his memory all these years, otherwise, how could he not have even the slightest impression?
Eleanor tightly pursed her lips, knowing that Hugo was also in pain.
She never doubted Hugo’s feelings for her. Ever since that birthday party, she knew that this man wished to treat her like a princess. Such an incident would be more painful for him than for her.
"What do you plan to do?"
She spoke hoarsely, slowly closing her eyes.
Hugo shook his head. He really didn’t know what to do. To be separated from Eleanor was absolutely impossible. He’d rather die than be apart from her.
Eleanor looked up at him and reached out to hug him.
"Do you want to separate from me? If we stay together, it would be unfair to Jane Shaw and that child, Hugo. This is not just an issue between you and me; it’s a matter involving many people. It’s not something we can resolve just because we want to. You saw it, Chloe is so adorable, and seeing her reminds me of my own longing for a father’s love back then..."
So she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t really separate from him. She had lacked a father’s love for so long and naturally recognized the look in Chloe’s eyes.
Hugo’s face suddenly turned pale, but he said nothing, just quietly holding her waist.
"There must be a way to solve it, Eleanor. Please come back with me first, okay? Marcus is also waiting for you. Let’s talk about it after we go back."
He was really scared she’d disappear in an instant, and he’d never find her again.
Eleanor slowly shook her head. What’s the point of going back now?
Old Master Quinn was already arranging their marriage. If she eagerly returned, she would be the home-wrecker, and that’s something she could never do.
Hugo’s voice carried a hint of pleading, gripping her even tighter, but Eleanor’s expression was still resolute, showing no sign of changing her mind.
Xavier sat across, watching Hugo’s state, suddenly finding it incredible how scary men could become when falling in love.
The Hugo he knew was so high and mighty, and when he screwed him over before, he was merciless. But in front of a woman, he would lower himself so humbly.
He sighed inwardly and glanced over at Eleanor for a while.
Eleanor kept her head down, not wanting to see their expressions.
She said lightly, pulling her hand away.
Hugo refused to let go, his eyes filled with fear.
Had she really decided to leave?
"I don’t know, but I don’t want to go back with you now, and I don’t want to see you either. Can you let me calm down for a while?"
Hugo’s shoulders suddenly slumped. He knew she didn’t want to see him, yet he still came because he was worried about her safety.
"But you can’t stay here either."
Xavier is a man, how can Eleanor stay with a man?
Seeing the situation turn on him, Xavier let out a snort and slowly lay back on the sofa.
"If you two are leaving, hurry up. I want to sleep."
Actually, his heart was quite agitated, especially after seeing Eleanor’s appearance, it made him even more restless.
He was used to living life on the edge, but waking up that morning, smelling the aroma of rice at home, he thought it might not be so bad to live a simple life, if someone was willing to cook for him every day.
But obviously, that woman wasn’t Eleanor, because her heart had long belonged to another man.
Yet the illusion born that morning had lingered until now, and seeing her made strange thoughts surge within him that even he couldn’t comprehend.
"I’ll find Gloria; during this time, don’t disturb me again."
Eleanor had already stood up, said this lightly, and was about to leave.
But Hugo grabbed her wrist. The rıghtful source is 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍
"I’ll take you there; it’s hard to get a cab here."
Eleanor said nothing, silently shaking off his hand.
"Xavier will take me. I just told him."
Xavier shivered all over. When did they agree on that? Wasn’t he being set up?
He was just about to explain when he received a look from Eleanor. For some reason, the words he wanted to say were swallowed back.
Hugo didn’t move, feeling like an abandoned dog.
Xavier had already stood up, resigned to follow Eleanor.
"Come on, I’ll take you to your friend’s place."
Considering Hugo’s possessiveness, he surely would stop them. Xavier thought so, but as he and Eleanor walked a long distance, Hugo still hadn’t moved, seemingly settled in the room.
Xavier opened the car door, feeling a bit sympathetic.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, did you see Hugo’s expression just now? Like a dog that’s been abandoned. Love really is a torment."