Watching Eleanor Sterling’s eager figure fleeing, Alaric Faulkner’s dark eyes were full of impending violence.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back, not allowing her to leave.
Eleanor was forced back to her seat; she coughed lightly and said, "Alaric, let go of me."
After a moment of silence, Eleanor’s voice carried a hint of bitterness.
"There’s nothing to explain. We don’t really have any relationship, so what explanation does President Faulkner want?"
Upon hearing this, Alaric’s grip tightened, nearly breaking Eleanor’s wrist.
"Eleanor!" Alaric breathed heavily and said through gritted teeth, "Even though we’ve already been together, is it still nothing in your eyes?"
Although not entirely true, Alaric didn’t mind using this situation to mark Eleanor as his.
Eleanor’s lips trembled, and after a while, she forced a rigid smile and whispered, "We’re all adults here. Surely, President Faulkner, you don’t still care about that antiquated notion of purity, do you?"
Her palm gripped so tightly, she barely contained her emotions from collapsing.
Better to sever than to endlessly suffer.
Now was the time to set things straight with Alaric.
There was no possibility for them, even if her heart was touched again, even if she was unwilling to let go, she had to harden her heart to end it all.
As Eleanor finished speaking, Alaric’s face darkened to an extreme, appearing terrifyingly grim.
Eleanor felt her wrist go numb from his grip, and a chill from her trapped hand spread to every part of her body.
She kept reminding herself: Eleanor, hold steady.
Inside Alaric, thunderous rage was tightly enveloping her.
His thoughts drifted, recalling the scene at the auction where he saw Eleanor with Silas Hawthorne on the second floor.
And how tonight he learned that Silas was Eleanor’s fiancé.
Eleanor’s careful instructions to Estelle still echoed in his ears; she wanted to leave, to escape from his side.
Her child was Jasper Faulkner’s, she held a fiancé relationship with Silas, she could be with any man, but she couldn’t be with him.
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He had given her a chance to explain; as long as she spoke, he would overlook everything.
But she said nothing, no defense, no sorry, only indifference, and desperation to leave!
In the dim car interior, Alaric’s eyes grew increasingly cold, with a suffocating sense of impending doom.
The silence between them grew, the more melancholic the atmosphere became, the more unbearable it was.
A suppressed voice, barely escaping from Alaric’s lips.
"Eleanor, you’re really heartless."
The words almost made Eleanor burst into tears.
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "Let me go. I want to go back."
Alaric released her hand, setting her free.
Eleanor quickly opened the car door and got out, her footsteps faltering and disordered as she ran back to her dorm.
Until Eleanor’s figure disappeared, Alaric didn’t move.
He took out a velvet box from his pocket, inside was a special ring.
The design was very unique, the ring could seamlessly snap together or separate into two rings.
Designed by the world’s top jewelry designer, Yuna.
The pair of rings designed by Eleanor herself, named Inseparable Love.
In the hands of a collector, it had already been speculated to a very high price.
When Alaric was buying gifts for Mrs. Faulkner, he saw this ring and bought it, originally intending to give it to Eleanor as a surprise.
Unfortunately... there’s no need to give it anymore.
Alaric pressed the gas pedal, and the vehicle drove away.