The next day, early morning.
Eleanor Sterling slowly opened her eyes and was met with a firm chest. Her eyes were still bleary.
Hmm? Did she dream of a handsome man again?
Eleanor reached out and pinched it, the texture was quite nice.
A deep, husky voice came from above, with a hint of amusement, "Don’t you know that men have a reaction in the morning? If you pinch again, I’ll deal with you right away."
Oh my, Eleanor quickly withdrew her hand.
Her thoughts gradually cleared, recalling how she was pressed under Alaric Faulkner last night and unknowingly fell asleep.
The two of them actually slept together on the sofa all night!
Alaric Faulkner really has no shame; she seriously suspected he pretended to be asleep last night just to trick her.
"Tsk tsk, Sister Eleanor, you two got together so quickly."
A youthful and slightly teasing voice came from the side, it was Estelle Sterling, the little devil.
Caleb Faulkner was next to her, with a joyful expression on his face, "Looks like getting a new mommy is just around the corner."
Eleanor Sterling: "..."
Alaric Faulkner was no longer pressing on Eleanor, and now she could get up. Eleanor quickly got up and distanced herself from him as far as possible.
Being taken advantage of all night by Faye Sterling’s man, it made her feel sick.
Eleanor grabbed Estelle’s ear, "Did your mother only give you a mouth? What do you mean by together?"
Estelle yelped, "I wasn’t wrong. Uncle Faulkner slept on the sofa, you slept on the bed, but now you’re together, right?"
Eleanor really had no words to counter that.
She truly did stumble in the middle of the night, but by accident, and she couldn’t explain it; she couldn’t clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
Alaric sat up, watching Eleanor and Estelle converse with interest, and seeing Eleanor at a loss for words, he slowly smiled.
What a great way to start the morning.
"Last night, she did stumble onto me accidentally, don’t misunderstand."
Estelle and Caleb exchanged a look.
Oh, now the misunderstanding was even greater.
Such an accidental stumble that led to a night of hugging and sleeping seemed to carry another meaning.
Caleb was excited and amused by the drama.
Eleanor shot Alaric a glare, did she ask for his help in explaining? If he didn’t know how to speak, he should just shut up.
She turned and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
She wondered if she had slept wrong because Eleanor felt sore all over, and it was all Alaric’s fault!
No way, she has to settle this account.
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Although the name was a bit ambiguous, she couldn’t just let this loss slide.
After Eleanor came out, Alaric went into the bathroom with a shirt.
Half an hour later, he came out in a suit, looking tall and exuding masculine charm.
"President Faulkner, please take your son and leave. I really can’t handle hosting you both."
After last night’s incident, Eleanor was truly afraid of these two father and son; both clung to her like sticky candy from the very first meeting and wouldn’t let go.
Caleb’s face instantly darkened hearing that they had to leave, "I won’t go, if you want to go, you go yourself."
Eleanor’s expression turned even worse, they really were clinging to her.
"No way, you must leave with Alaric immediately, or don’t ever think of eating the meals I cook again!"
Caleb first lowered his eyes in sadness, then lifted his head to ask, "So I can come again next time?"
Why did it feel like she was digging herself a hole?
Alaric spoke in a deep voice, "Next time I’ll bring you here as a guest again, but for now, come back with me?"
Eleanor was exasperated, there will be no next time!