Eleanor Hollis shook her head; she felt much better upon waking up in the morning and thought she didn’t need to apply medicine again, so after breakfast, she sat on the sofa.
"Bring the medicine over."
Hugo Quinn frowned displeasedly. Did this person not care about her own face?
Eleanor had no choice but to comply, opening the ointment and planning to apply it herself.
But Hugo quickly took the ointment from her hands, turned her face seriously, and examined it carefully: "There’s only a finger mark left, but it still can’t be ignored. If it leaves a scar, it wouldn’t be good. You mustn’t be lazy about applying the medicine when needed."
Being examined so closely, Eleanor’s face grew a bit red, and she remembered how this man had sneaked into her room last night and stolen a kiss, causing her face to redden even more.
However, Hugo was focused on applying the medicine and didn’t notice her embarrassment.
The cool ointment on her face felt very comfortable.
Looking at Hugo’s serious brows and eyes, Eleanor’s heart miraculously calmed down, and she stared at his face in a bit of a daze.
Hugo carefully spread the ointment with his fingertips, leaving a tingling sensation on Eleanor’s face.
"Why did you go to the Quinton Family? Did you have a meal?"
Eleanor felt that the atmosphere had become somewhat ambiguous and quickly changed the topic.
"Just dealing with some matters."
Speaking of the Quinton Family, Hugo’s attitude instantly turned cold, feeling even more concerned for the person in front of him.
Eleanor wanted to ask if last night’s incident was Nathaniel Quinn’s doing, but considering Hugo was Nathaniel’s uncle, it seemed inappropriate to ask.
She could only swallow this loss, and just be more careful when she went out in the future.
"This incident was caused by someone, and I will arrange a bodyguard to be by your side from now on."
Eleanor didn’t speak; she felt that she owed this man too much.
She pursed her lips, suddenly feeling like a bad woman who, while not accepting the person, still enjoyed his kindness.
She started to speak, her voice hoarse, and even her eyelashes drooped.
"I just got divorced; I haven’t thought about dating for now. You should spend less time on me; I’m afraid you’ll get nothing in return eventually."
Women are creatures who say one thing but mean another; although her words said this, the thought of possibly not seeing Hugo in the future felt distressing.
Hugo reached out and rubbed her head, "You just met the wrong person; I will be good to you and let you know what dating truly is."
Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat, filled with an inexplicable panic.
Because she realized that this man’s few words could influence her emotions.
Marcus suddenly reached out and held Eleanor’s hand, his eyes serious, "We will be together forever."
The child’s words felt like a giant promise.
Eleanor was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Yes, I will be with Marcus forever."
For the following days, she recuperated in the villa.
Fearing that other members of the Quinton Family might find out she was here, she returned to the apartment once she had recovered, bringing Marcus along.
She sent out many resumes but had not received a single interview opportunity so far, eventually accepting Hugo’s proposal to work at Grandeur.
She became Hugo’s personal assistant, and today was her first day at work.
Eleanor specifically went shopping on the weekend for business attire; she stood in front of the mirror, adjusted herself, and took a deep breath, telling herself not to be nervous.
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The bus headed straight to Grandeur and wasn’t crowded, so she declined the driver arrangements Hugo offered.
After all, Hugo’s garage was filled with luxury cars, and for a newcomer like her, driving a luxury car flamboyantly to work wasn’t advisable.
Moreover, after the previous incident, she knew the workplace was ruthless, and a bit of gossip could have quite an impact.
At the company, Eleanor looked up at the imposing building and felt a sense of smallness rising in her heart.
She wore a white professional outfit today, making her appear even more petite and delicate; her fair skin, tinged with pink, instantly grabbed everyone’s attention.
Thus, when the receptionist saw her, she specifically asked what she was doing on the top floor, fearing her target was the president of Grandeur.
After all, there were too many people wanting to see the president every day; everyone wanted to climb into the president’s bed, especially after hearing about his divorce, the women of Serenford couldn’t sit still.
"I’m the new assistant, President Quinn’s personal assistant."
The receptionist curiously glanced at her work badge, then smiled, "Please turn left, take the elevator to the top floor, and you will be received."
Eleanor said gracefully, but her shoulders slumped the moment she entered the elevator.
In truth, she was still a bit insecure, because at Grandeur, even a random person was a high achiever from a prestigious school.
Whereas she didn’t even have a college diploma; if anyone found out, she’d probably face a lot of ridicule.
She took out a makeup mirror, carefully reviewed her makeup for the day, ensuring no mistakes before she stood straight again.
As the elevator doors slowly opened, she saw the top floor’s office situation.
It was spacious, bright, and interspersed with quite a few green plants.
The moment the elevator doors opened, many people looked her way, and seeing it was a new face, they instantly began to whisper.
"Who is this? Could she be new?"
"I didn’t hear about any recent recruitment; isn’t it already full?"
Eleanor walked inside, scanning the room, and finally spotted Lan Yancy conversing with the executives.
Lan Yancy had always been Hugo’s most capable assistant, his status above the executives.
Seeing her arrive, Lan Yancy hurriedly ended his conversation with the executives and walked over.
"Miss Hollis, you’re here; this is your desk, this is the internal phone; usually any matters the president has will be communicated through this phone. These are compiled materials that you need to finish reading today, so you can proficiently start tomorrow. If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask me."
Seeing Lan Yancy’s businesslike attitude, Eleanor’s heart eased slightly, feeling somewhat moved at the same time.
It must have been arranged by Hugo, worried she would overthink, treating her with the attitude used for employees.
This time, the other party was indeed very considerate. Before joining Grandeur, Eleanor felt anxious, afraid she’d be incapable, fearful of receiving suspicious looks, and worried her position was merely an idle one.
If that were the case, wouldn’t she effectively be kept by Hugo?
That’s something she absolutely didn’t want to see happen.