Eleanor Hollis felt that she might not have consulted the calendar fortune today; she grabbed Miles Jenkins’ hand hard and pushed him away.
But the people around had already noticed them, and when they saw Eleanor entangled with a man, they all took out their phones.
"Isn’t that Eleanor Hollis? Could that be her lover outside?"
"No wonder she hasn’t come out to respond to anything lately. Turns out, the two of them have been playing their own games all along."
"What love is there in wealthy families? Haha, I was foolishly touched before."
Everyone was criticizing, and as the person involved, Eleanor Hollis was really infuriated by Miles Jenkins.
This man was wrapped up tightly today, and no one recognized who he was, so all the blame was placed on her.
It seemed Miles Jenkins also heard the conversations around them. Although he was happy to be tied to Eleanor Hollis, he didn’t want her to be hurt by this.
He almost forcefully pulled Eleanor Hollis away, the two of them walking away tugging at each other.
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She glared at Miles Jenkins in anger, biting her teeth.
"Do you even know what you’re doing?!"
Miles Jenkins raised an eyebrow; he no longer cared.
"Eleanor, I bought tickets for a flight abroad in three hours; come with me. Don’t stay in Serenford. People here have treated you as a joke, and Hugo Quinn doesn’t care about you at all. Come with me, I’ll make sure you lead a good life."
Once they were abroad, he would no longer be a celebrity; he would find a proper job to earn money and support her.
Eleanor Hollis was angry and wanted to leave, but Miles Jenkins kept pestering her. She truly regretted not bringing her phone with her, or she could have called Hugo Quinn.
"Didn’t you hear her telling you to let go?"
The casual words came over, startling both Miles Jenkins and Eleanor Hollis, and they turned to look in that direction.
Dylan Dawson stood there casually, leaning against the wall, showing no awareness of being a wanted man.
Eleanor Hollis almost thought she was seeing things; the police were searching for this man everywhere, yet he had quietly returned to Serenford, truly insane!
Miles Jenkins’ pupils shrank sharply upon seeing Dylan Dawson, and he immediately took out his phone to report it, but Dylan Dawson was quick, kicking it out of his hand in a flash, his demeanor fierce.
"Thinking of calling the police?"
Miles Jenkins said nothing, and Dylan Dawson wasn’t one to waste words, directly punching him in the face, sending him flying instantly.
Dylan Dawson had long danced on the edge of danger; the force of his punch was strong, knocking the man out cold.
"Tell me, Eleanor, doesn’t Hugo Quinn love you a lot? How could he find the woman with whom he had a one-night stand back then? You’re really useless; such a man still tolerates, don’t you think you’re being made a fool?"
Eleanor Hollis hadn’t snapped out of the surprise of Dylan Dawson’s presence yet when she heard him say this, and her expression turned sour instantly.
"He had no choice. He had to save Marcus; to rescue him, there was no other way."
Dylan Dawson sneered, taking a few steps closer to her.
"Are you sure he truly had no choice? Maybe he also wishes to find that woman. If I’m not mistaken, that woman should be his first, right? Men are always mindful of their first; if they sync up, your situation will only become awkward."
Eleanor Hollis almost immediately denied it without thinking. Hugo Quinn loved her; he wouldn’t do that.
Dylan Dawson smirked, handing her a phone number.
"That’s just your belief. This is my number; I’ll be staying in Serenford for a while. If you want to leave, tell me anytime. I’ll definitely take you away, never returning."
Eleanor Hollis initially wanted to throw the number away, but Dylan Dawson forcefully slipped the note into her pocket.
"Leave yourself an exit. Considering we’ve shared hardships, I’ll help you."
Eleanor Hollis didn’t speak nor did she take the note out, just quietly lowering her head.
When she looked up again, Dylan Dawson had already left. If not for Miles Jenkins still faint beside her, and the note quietly resting in her pocket, she would have thought everything just now was an illusion.
She felt exhausted, glanced at the still-faint Miles Jenkins, and stepped away from there with large strides.
Upon returning to the villa, she indeed saw the internet flooded with news about her alleged infidelity.
Everyone delighted in the scandal; those who had previously sympathized with her had completely changed their tune now.
No matter how strong a relationship between two people is, it can’t withstand such malicious speculation from the outside world.
That night, Hugo Quinn returned home, his face weary. He had been constantly searching for that woman without any news; apart from the video, he had no other leads.
Many women had been actively volunteering recently; after all, he was the heir of the Grandeur Group. Who wouldn’t want to become his mother? Any ray of hope prompted them to rush forward, so Lan Yancy had been busy vetting and ultimately rejecting them all.
He followed Hugo Quinn back to the villa and saw Eleanor Hollis quietly sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.
He hurriedly found an excuse to retreat back to his room to sleep.
To be honest, the CEO and Miss Hollis have truly faced a tumultuous journey; they clearly love each other, yet so many things have happened in between.
"You’re back, huh? Hungry? I’ll have them bring up dinner."
Eleanor Hollis noticed Hugo Quinn sitting beside her, quickly getting up to serve the dishes.
But Hugo Quinn held her hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.
"You met with Miles Jenkins today?"
It was a question rather than an accusation.
Eleanor Hollis pursed her lips, slowly nodding, "I didn’t expect to run into him there."
Hugo Quinn pulled her into his arms, "You know how Miles Jenkins is; stay away from him in the future. I’ll have the online news suppressed, don’t mind it too much."
Eleanor Hollis didn’t say anything. Perhaps people are inherently fragile; seeing so much negative news about their relationship, how could she be unaffected?
She softly responded, reaching out to hug Hugo Quinn proactively.
Hugo Quinn left a kiss on her forehead, "Don’t think too much about it. These are things we have to go through, Eleanor. I’ll always be with you; as long as we trust each other, it doesn’t matter what others say."
Men’s ways of thinking are always different from women’s.