Eleanor Sterling’s new apartment has quite a few rooms.
That’s why she could agree to let Alaric Faulkner stay temporarily and not make him sleep on the sofa outside like last time.
After coming back to her senses, Eleanor regretted her decision. How could she be so soft-hearted?
Her current identity is Alaric Faulkner’s sister-in-law. Living under the same roof could get them condemned for lacking morals if anyone found out.
No, she has to make Alaric leave as soon as possible.
Eleanor went to Estelle Sterling’s room.
She found Caleb Faulkner and Estelle deep in conversation. Seeing Eleanor, they jumped in surprise and dared not speak.
Eleanor pulled a chair over and sat down, crossing her arms as she silently watched them.
Estelle immediately tugged on Caleb.
With a thud, the two knelt simultaneously in front of Eleanor.
"Boohoo, we were wrong."
Eleanor snorted, "Speak the truth for leniency."
Estelle cried pitifully, "We shouldn’t have schemed you and Hades together; we just wanted you to be with him."
Caleb also looked at Eleanor eagerly and chimed in, "Yeah, Eleanor mommy, Little Star and I both wish you two could be together."
Looking at their little heads, Eleanor felt a bit torn.
Estelle wasn’t Alaric’s child; she was likely Jasper’s.
How could she have any ties with Alaric?
Ultimately, she couldn’t bear to punish them; she simply said, "Don’t do this again in the future."
The two exchanged glances, some small schemes brewing inside.
They weren’t about to give up.
After a moment of silence, Eleanor spoke again, "Little Star, don’t try to take advantage of Alaric anymore. He’s different now than before."
Estelle’s eyes darted around; he had heard the conversation between Alaric and Eleanor earlier.
To be honest, Alaric was pretty cunning, using Eleanor’s sympathy, even though Mrs. Faulkner hadn’t done much to him.
"Sister Eleanor, are you worried about him? He’s being supported by you anyway, so what’s the problem?"
At this, Eleanor looked stern, "Shut up, would I worry about him?"
Estelle chuckled without exposing her, "Oh, Hades got scratched by Mrs. Faulkner because of you; he’s probably still in pain now."
Hearing this, Eleanor quickly asked, "What happened?"
Unbeknownst to her, her tone carried a hint of urgency.
Seeing Eleanor anxious, a well-hidden smile appeared at the corner of Estelle’s lips.
Then, he relayed the story of Mrs. Faulkner throwing Alaric out to Eleanor.
Regarding Alaric’s side, Estelle heavily embellished it.
Alaric supposedly protected him and was beaten by Mrs. Faulkner’s people, leaving him too hurt to speak but still trying to let him leave...
Eleanor listened with a furrowed brow, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Alaric’s injury hadn’t fully healed; he not only attended a press conference but worsened it trying to protect Estelle.
Perhaps... she should let him stay a few more days.
Feeling ultimately unable to ignore it, Eleanor stood up, "I’ll go check on him; you go to sleep first."
Estelle nodded with a smile, "Okay."
After Eleanor left, Caleb turned to Estelle, "Little Star, should we continue trying to matchmake my dad and Eleanor mommy?"
Estelle snorted, "Of course! I won’t give up, but now we have to do it secretly."
With a face full of frustration, he said, "Even after all that, Sister Eleanor didn’t have anything happen with Alaric." Original content can be found at Nove1Fire.net
The two sighed simultaneously.
It seemed they still had a long way to go.
Outside Alaric’s room, Eleanor reached out and knocked on the door.
Inside, Alaric was explaining work matters; hearing the knock, he hung up the phone.
When he opened the door and saw Eleanor, he was surprised.
She had a hesitant look, her gaze kept flicking to him as if she wanted to say something.
"Is there something you need?"
Eleanor coughed lightly, "I heard your wound hurts, so I wanted to see if you’re okay."
Saying this, her ears tinged with a faint blush.
Unexpectedly, Eleanor came knocking out of concern for his injury; Alaric curved his lips.
Since Eleanor rarely showed concern, Alaric naturally had to act a bit.
He nodded, "Yeah, it hurts quite a bit, and I can’t apply medicine myself."
Eleanor sighed, "Let me help you then."
Alaric smiled, "Alright, thanks."
This was just the cue he was waiting for.
Suddenly turned polite between them, Eleanor found herself a bit unaccustomed.
She entered the room, "Take off your clothes."
Alaric chuckled, "I haven’t showered yet."
Eleanor nodded, "Oh, then do it now; I’ll apply medicine after."
"Hmm." Alaric went to the bathroom.
Eleanor sat in the room, listening to the water from the shower, feeling her heart racing.
She didn’t understand how she ended up in this situation with Alaric.
Actually, there was no need for them to clash; although she disliked Faye, Alaric and Caleb were innocent.
Alaric wasn’t unforgivable either.
Unexpectedly, she felt a twinge of envy for Faye.
This thought was hidden in the corner of her heart, quickly ignored by her.
From now on, she’ll treat him as an ordinary friend.
Thinking this, Eleanor also breathed a sigh of relief.
With a click, the bathroom door opened.
Alaric came out, dripping wet, wrapped only in a towel.
The firm chest glistened with water droplets, beneath was an undeniably appealing perfect eight-pack.
At this moment, Eleanor’s gaze was unusually clear, seeing water droplets trickle along the mermaid line and disappear underneath the towel.
She almost choked on blood at this scene of a handsome man after a shower.
She blushed slightly, "Why aren’t you wearing clothes?"
Alaric looked at Eleanor, "How can I apply medicine with clothes on? Wouldn’t it be more troublesome?"
Eleanor was speechless, feeling Alaric made some logical points.
But she always felt that being a man and a woman carried some kind of romantic tension.
Eleanor quickly dismissed those chaotic thoughts, reminding herself she’s a doctor; in front of her is just a slab of meat.
Eleanor opened the medicine box, taking out iodine and cotton swabs.
Alaric came over and sat down, turning his back to Eleanor, unable to see his front, which finally helped Eleanor calm down a bit.
His wound had long since scabbed, a red scar one finger long stitched perfectly.
Eleanor disinfected him, "The pain is from inside not healing, so avoid moving too much."
"Okay." Alaric responded obediently.
After saying this, it became quiet; Eleanor looked at the body in front, forcing herself to stay calm.
In the operating room, she never had stray thoughts, but with Alaric here, suddenly she had some scattered ideas.
Remembering when she was drugged at the hotel, Alaric hadn’t done anything.
Eleanor suddenly sighed, "I’ll contact my mentor to heal your..."