Alaric Faulkner thought of Jordan Hawthorne and vaguely guessed his identity. His eyes were deep as he asked, "Was that the number one rival in love just now?"
Jordan Hawthorne didn’t introduce himself, but Alaric Faulkner made the connection.
That was the number one rival in love whom both Estelle Sterling and Eleanor Sterling were extremely wary of.
Eleanor didn’t realize it at first, but suddenly she remembered how Estelle jokingly often talked about number one and number two. She was a bit speechless.
Seeing Alaric was still feeling jealous, Eleanor spoke up, "Don’t provoke him. He’s with Nightfall."
Alaric suddenly laughed darkly, his gaze deep.
It’s a mysterious organization from Faeland, with powerful forces penetrating every corner.
The Shadow Syndicate is definitely not something a business prodigy like Alaric Faulkner could provoke; Eleanor was warning him.
"Are you worried about me?" Alaric asked, in a very good mood.
Looking at his smile, Eleanor felt a headache, and frowned, "Did you hear me?"
Alaric scoffed, "How do you know I can’t provoke him?"
Eleanor glared at him, "A lose-lose situation is pointless. Behave yourself."
She didn’t doubt Alaric’s abilities, but if things could be avoided, it was unnecessary to force a confrontation.
"If you want me to behave, then you have to give me something sweet, right?"
Alaric’s nature as a businessman emerged again, making Eleanor grind her teeth in frustration.
But she really didn’t want Alaric to confront Jordan Hawthorne, so she reluctantly leaned closer, intending to give him a perfunctory kiss.
Unexpectedly, just when she was still a bit away, he suddenly turned his head. Original content can be found at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
The kiss meant for his cheek landed on his thin lips instead.
Damn! She got tricked.
On the road, Jasper Faulkner was driving.
The light from outside streamed in, outlining his handsome profile.
Hazel Langley sat in the passenger seat.
Both were silent, the atmosphere in the car quiet yet harmonious.
She was aimlessly browsing Weibo, checking news related to herself.
Suddenly, Jasper spoke, "Do you like kids a lot?"
Hazel was stunned for a moment, her expression visibly darkening, and she replied sullenly, "I don’t."
"I saw you were talking happily with little Yi and them just now."
Hazel forced a smile, "I was just entertaining the kids."
Suddenly, she thought of her son overseas, whom she hadn’t visited in a long time.
Usually, they couldn’t contact each other, and visiting depended on her availability. It really was unfair to him.
She turned to glance at Jasper.
The child bore an eight or nine out of ten resemblance to him, practically a miniature version of him, both such handsome people.
Rumor has it that many little girls at school like him.
She wondered if there would be someone who used to quietly watch Jasper, just like she did, remembering him fondly.
At the red light, the car stopped.
Jasper turned to look at her, her intense gaze impossible for him to ignore.
His voice darkened a bit as he said, "Don’t tempt me, or I’ll pull over and take you right here."
Hazel hurriedly averted her gaze.
"The press could catch us."
Jasper chuckled, "No one dares to report my news."
After all, as the Faulkner family’s second son, he could easily shut down a media company with just one finger, and indeed, no one dared to report on him.
Hazel sighed and said, "I’m flying to Faeland tomorrow to shoot a magazine."
Jasper’s long fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel, "So we have one night?"
Hazel was somewhat speechless, but it certainly hadn’t been easy for them to meet in Aethelgard this time.
Jasper smiled and pushed down the accelerator.