The room was silent for a moment before Eleanor Sterling’s soft voice spoke, carrying a hint of subtle sorrow.
"Alaric Faulkner, you know many people are chasing me. Although you’re indeed outstanding, there are plenty even more impressive than you.
I have countless choices; there’s no need for me to hang myself on you.
There’s Faye Sterling between us, and Jasper Faulkner. In fact, during my time abroad,
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As she finished, Alaric Faulkner’s jawline tightened, and he asked hoarsely, "Someone you were discussing marriage with?"
"Yes! So, that’s why I didn’t agree to be with Micah Moss. We had some misunderstandings and temporarily separated, now I’ve decided to marry him."
Upon hearing this, Alaric Faulkner surprisingly calmed down.
Eleanor Sterling sighed in relief, so had she succeeded?
Unexpectedly, in the next second, he suddenly laughed, "As long as it’s not marrying Jasper, that’s fine."
Eleanor Sterling’s eyes widened, what did he mean?
No, shouldn’t Alaric Faulkner distance himself after hearing this? Shouldn’t he give up and never see her again?
Looking at Eleanor Sterling’s stunned expression, Alaric Faulkner whispered in her ear, "No matter who it is, I’ll seize you back even if I have to."
Alaric Faulkner looked at Eleanor Sterling, his gaze soft yet carrying a determined gleam.
When he laid the two choices in front of himself, he unhesitatingly chose the most difficult path.
To sever ties with Eleanor Sterling was absolutely impossible.
Now that she had actually said she wouldn’t be with Jasper Faulkner, in that case, he had nothing to worry about.
Eleanor Sterling just felt that he was extremely obsessive, since when had he become so deeply in love with her?
If she could peek into Alaric Faulkner’s thoughts at this moment, she’d probably spit blood.
She had inadvertently produced the opposite effect, making Alaric even more confident.
Eleanor Sterling was silent for a while before she spoke.
"You go back to the Faulkner Family. Let’s calm down for a while. Maybe by then, you’ll know what you really want, and understand why we shouldn’t continue."
"Alright, I’ll give you seven days to make a decision, but by then, it’ll be out of your hands."
The feeling of detachment Eleanor Sterling had nurtured instantly collapsed, and she felt an overwhelming powerlessness.
This man was truly domineering.
The choice he gave her was just one—to be with him, leaving no second path she could choose.
But it’s good to cool down for a few days; perhaps things will be different by then.
But could it really be as simple as she thought? Matters of the heart are hard to control.
An adult and two children knelt in front of Eleanor Sterling in repentance.
Eleanor Sterling’s expression was extremely unpleasant.
Seeing her cold, solemn face, with eyes seemingly caught in an indecision, even Estelle Sterling, who was usually carefree, felt pained.
He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Mommy, I’m sorry, we lied to you."
Caleb Faulkner’s large teardrops fell down as well.
"I’m sorry, Eleanor Mommy, this has nothing to do with little Estelle, it was all my idea."
Estelle Sterling immediately countered, "No, it was me who agreed, and I was the one who asked Liam Keene to help."
Beside them, Liam Keene also pulled a mournful face.
"Sigh, I only agreed because our little ancestor pleaded with me so earnestly, it’s all my fault."
Eleanor Sterling watched as they all tried to take the blame on themselves, pursing her lips tightly.
She spoke up, "Enough."
The three people who were eager to confess their guilt instantly fell silent, lowering their heads again, obediently waiting for Eleanor Sterling’s scolding.