There wasn’t much struggle in Miles Jenkins’s heart; he even felt a sense of relief. If Sienna Jenkins continued to stay lucid , he’d have to visit frequently in the future.
As a celebrity, every move he made was under public scrutiny. You never knew when his relationship with Sienna might get exposed, which wouldn’t be good for him.
Returning home with Lia, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself. He noticed that his gaze had changed.
A person’s changes can be seen in their eyes. Now, his eyes were filled with ambition and desire, willing to prostrate himself before others just for fame, just to be adored.
"Miles, let’s take a bath together."
Lia wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her face filled with attachment.
She genuinely liked Miles. This man was always growing, becoming increasingly clear about what he wanted, and that’s the kind of man she liked.
Miles answered decisively and pulled her into the bathroom. Before long, sounds of a man and woman echoed inside, filled with deep intimacy.
Two hours later, everything came to an end, and Miles carried her out.
Initially, he felt disgusted doing such things with Lia, but now he had grown accustomed to it. To gain something, you have to lose something.
The night deepened, and Sienna Jenkins was successfully sent to the psychiatric hospital, effectively isolating her from the world.
Eleanor Hollis wasn’t worried about Miles seeking revenge; in her view, current Miles didn’t seem like someone who would retaliate against her.
He had lost himself among the dazzling world, and avenging his sister was the last thing on his mind.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Martha coughed a couple of times on the bed, finally waking up completely.
Eleanor Hollis quickly helped her sit up, seeing some color return to her face, and sighed with relief.
"Are you okay? You scared me to death."
Martha shook her head, her eyes scanning the room, failing to find Xavier Crawford, and dropped her gaze in disappointment.
"Xavier went to get you breakfast, he’ll be right back."
Hearing Eleanor’s words, a glimmer of light flashed in Martha’s eyes, turning her head towards the door eagerly, hoping Xavier would walk in right at that moment.
Eleanor found it amusing, "Do you like him that much?"
Martha nodded resolutely; she had liked Xavier from a very young age. But back then, Xavier wasn’t often at the manor; he longed for freedom, traveled to many places alone, and was said to be engaged in extremely dangerous work.
Whenever he returned, she would enthusiastically run over to him. Even if met with his cold stares, she didn’t mind, as long as she could catch a few more glimpses of him.
She once thought that nothing was possible with Xavier; upon hearing his engagement with the Wexler Family heiress, she felt somewhat self-deprecating. Even if it wasn’t Eleanor, it would still be the Wexler miss, never her. She could only watch his back, forever just watch .
"Martha, I brought breakfast. See if there’s anything you like?"
Xavier Crawford entered with breakfast, unsurprised to see her awake.
Eleanor Hollis suddenly felt a bit of a third wheel and quickly found an excuse to leave.
Exiting the hospital doors, she sighed with relief, glad that Martha was fine.
She had just gotten into the car when she received a call from Samantha Sullivan, saying everyone should gather tonight.
Samantha and Evan Yancy were back together, having been through so much, and since then, they hadn’t had a proper gathering.
In the evening, the get-together was set at an elegant restaurant. Samantha held her child, gently nestled in Evan’s embrace. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩
Hugo Quinn watched in a trance, a hint of loneliness flashing in his eyes.
Although he had said it didn’t matter if Eleanor Hollis had children or not, because he loved her as a person.
But seeing others so happily as a family of three still made him a bit envious, envious to the point of madness.
Eleanor Hollis had been observing Hugo’s expression all along. Seeing him slightly lower his head, her heart ached.
Previously, they had tried IVF. Through that experience, she understood thoroughly that with her disposition, she couldn’t accept surrogate motherhood, ultimately having to give up.
She reached out to hold Hugo’s hand, gently squeezing it.
"If you truly want a child, maybe we could just..."
Before she could finish her words, Hugo picked up a piece of food and placed it in her bowl.
"Don’t say such silly things. You tried before, Eleanor. Not only you, but I also can’t accept that method. It’s fine, although I do feel a bit jealous, having you by my side makes me feel very fortunate."
Hugo’s voice was gentle, inexplicably moving Eleanor.
After the meal ended, everyone went over to Samantha’s side to play with the child.
However, the gathering missed Julian Sterling. No one knew how he was doing these days; no matter how they tried, he never came out.
The child’s face was soft, with tiny hands, looking very adorable. Everyone reached out to play briefly, then parted ways.
Hugo Quinn helped Eleanor Hollis into the car, leaving a kiss on her forehead.
"You go home first; I’m not at ease about Julian, going to check on him."
Eleanor nodded. She was also worried about Julian Sterling, having no idea how he was now.
After Eleanor’s car left, Hugo went to Julian’s place.
Because Julian had previously instructed no one to visit, the place hadn’t seen visitors for a long time.
Hugo didn’t ring the doorbell; even if he did, no one would answer.
He directly took out a spare key and opened the door to the living room.
With a click, the lights came on and he saw the layout of the room, similar to before, but every window was covered with heavy drapes. Even during the day, no light could penetrate this house.
Hugo twisted the knob tightly at the entrance, changed his shoes, and headed toward the sofa.
Julian wasn’t there; he was probably on the second floor.
Though a place for the living, it felt more ominous than a graveyard.
He shivered inexplicably, turning on all the lights in the entire house, finally finding Julian in the bedroom.
He was sleeping, a slight abnormal flush on his cheeks.
Hugo called a few times, reaching out to feel his forehead.
It was burning hot, like a furnace, with no clue how many days he had been feverish.
Frightened, he hurriedly carried him downstairs, into the car, and rushed to the hospital.
Julian never regained consciousness, his lips pursed, resting his head on Hugo’s shoulder.
"Julian, wake up already!"
Hugo was a bit angry, mostly terrified.
Julian’s entire being was like a volcano, continually radiating heat.
The doctor was startled upon seeing Julian, and a group of people quickly surrounded and began to treat him.