Dylan entered the room and quickly understood what had happened. He looked at Alaric with a peculiar expression.
Alaric’s face darkened, saying, "What are you staring at? Hurry up and solve the problem for her."
Dylan was speechless, "How can I do anything in this situation?"
Eleanor was wrapped in the white blanket, held tightly by Alaric, the two of them like conjoined twins.
Alaric looked at Eleanor in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and finally let her go.
As one layer of blanket after another was peeled away, Eleanor regained her freedom, and then clung to Alaric like an octopus.
There was a comforting scent on him that she wanted to be close to, even in her unconscious state.
She even kissed Alaric right in front of Dylan.
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Dammit, did Alaric call him to cure someone or to watch them enact some romantic play?
Alaric’s face darkened, "Stop dawdling, get moving."
Watching the two tangled together, Dylan’s face was both amused and teasing, his eyes narrowed mischievously.
He chuckled lightly, "You actually invited me over just to let me watch your romance, huh? She’s already inviting you so openly, you should seize the opportunity."
After speaking, Dylan glanced meaningfully at Alaric’s lap.
He lowered his voice, "Is it that you can’t? Feel free to tell me, I have secret medicine here that guarantees you’ll be in top shape."
Alaric shot him a sideways glance and sneered, "Heh, if it wasn’t for the injury, she’d be bedridden for three days. Keep your remedy for yourself."
Dylan clicked his tongue twice.
Poor President Faulkner, in such a situation, yet unable to do anything, and had to make urgent calls for help.
Dylan resigned himself to start solving Alaric’s problem.
He administered a sedative to Eleanor, and watched as she calmed down and finally fell asleep.
Alaric gently placed her on the bed, carefully covered her with the blanket.
From behind, Dylan watched him with a curious expression.
He couldn’t help but comment, "It’s rare to see even a stone-hearted guy like you tenderly caring for a woman."
After all, even with Faye around him for so many years, he had never shown her a kind face.
Alaric sat down, panting heavily.
Dylan raised an eyebrow, "Does the wound hurt?"
"Mm, come over and check it," Alaric nodded.
Half an hour later, Eleanor opened her eyes, looking at the white ceiling quite confused, as if struggling to come to her senses.
Previously, she had taken medicine, then rested in the room, and subsequently lost consciousness...
Eleanor suddenly realized something, quickly regained her senses, and tried to get up.
"Don’t move." A deep voice came from beside her.
Eleanor saw an IV drip on her arm, with cold fluid slowly entering her bloodstream, calming the heat within.
She turned to look and saw Alaric.
He was sitting casually on the sofa, his deep eyes looking at her, Eleanor felt his face held a troubling fierceness.
Earlier she had taken medicine, if Alaric was there, then...
Eleanor’s face turned pale abruptly, as if realizing something, she hurried to lift the blanket to check her state.
A light chuckle came from beside her, "Eldest Miss Sterling, our President Faulkner is a gentleman, he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation."
Only then did Eleanor notice Dylan in the corner, looking delighted.
Alaric’s face darkened further, Dylan’s remark seemed to restore his dignity, but was actually mocking him.
Eleanor’s expression was puzzled, she slowly deduced the situation.
Apparently, Alaric contacted Dylan to come over, and now she’s fine.
Despite Alaric’s usual habit of touching her, he hadn’t done anything, which surprised Eleanor.
Could it be that what he said before was true?
Knowing Eleanor’s skeptical look, Alaric’s expression was already unpleasant, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you feeling any other discomforts?"
Eleanor’s eyes plainly questioned: Oh, so I misunderstood you, you really aren’t capable.
Obviously doubting his manliness!
Damn it, she’ll know later how wrong her perception is.
"I’m fine now, thank you," Eleanor shook her head, "Consider that I owe you a favor, I’ll repay you when there’s a chance."
Last time, Alaric took a knife for her and Estelle, and now he helped solve her problem, she should be grateful.
Alaric smirked, feeling much better.
Eleanor owes him a favor, she won’t be so resistant to him later on.
Dylan teased from the side, "Eldest Miss Sterling, just now President Faulkner was in so much pain he almost passed out, but he refused to go to the hospital because he was worried about you, he truly..."
Alaric shot a cold look over, Dylan rubbed his nose, "Ah, ha ha ha, I’ll just leave and not get in your way."
With that, Dylan smartly exited.
The room instantly fell quiet.
Eleanor felt a bit awkward, avoided eye contact, dared not look at Alaric.
After a brief silence, she asked, "I didn’t do anything indecent just now, did I?"
Alaric smirked, "Yes."
Eleanor’s heart tightened, "Wha...what?"
"You even touched me."
"You asked me to take you, but I’m a gentleman."
Hearing this, Eleanor couldn’t help but curse quietly, Gentleman? How does Alaric have the audacity to say that?
Although he hadn’t touched her, thinking about what she did...
Eleanor’s face became visibly red, she almost wanted to bury herself in the blanket.
Did she really do such things to Alaric under the influence of the drugs?
Eleanor never doubted he was fooling her.
With such strong effects, she was quite likely affected, doing things she wasn’t aware of.
Eleanor said softly, "Sorry."
"It’s okay, I don’t mind," Alaric chuckled.
After the ordeal, Eleanor quickly returned to normal, the influence of the drug had completely cleared.
Upon knowing Estelle was temporarily with Caleb, Eleanor felt relieved.
Just then, Eleanor received a call from Hazel.
She swiped to answer.
"Eleanor, sorry, are you okay now? I just had something to attend to and left for a while."
Hazel’s voice sounded like she had a bad cold, but the worry in her tone warmed Eleanor’s heart.
"I’m completely fine now, if you have things to do, go ahead and take care of them first."
"Are you really okay?" Hazel seemed still a bit worried.
Eleanor chuckled, "Do I seem like someone who plays tough?"
Hazel hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright, take care and rest."
Eleanor glanced at Alaric nearby, "Why are you still here?"
Alaric remained calm, countering, "Is there a problem with me being here?"
Eleanor pouted, originally wanting to retort, but suddenly remembered she had received his help, so she obediently kept quiet.
She pulled the blanket up, laid down, closed her eyes, and no longer acknowledged him.
Seeing the woman quiet down , Alaric’s lips curved slightly.
Finally she was a bit more obedient in his presence.