Watching Faye Sterling leaving in a sorry state, Eleanor Sterling couldn’t help but click her tongue.
She cast a glance at Alaric Faulkner and mocked, "President Faulkner, you’re really ruthless, just kicking your woman out like that."
Although she purposely aimed to provoke Faye Sterling, if Alaric Faulkner hadn’t tacitly allowed it, perhaps she would have been the one mocked.
Eleanor Sterling lifted her chin, "The invoice you wanted is already here, feel free to verify its authenticity anytime. I won’t disturb you enjoying your love soup."
After speaking, she turned to leave.
The next second, her wrist was grabbed, and her whole body was pulled into a firm embrace.
Her mind buzzed, blanking out for a moment.
She smelled the familiar, refreshing scent that accompanied her all night last night.
Eleanor Sterling’s expression changed slightly, and she asked, "President Faulkner, what are you trying to do?"
Alaric Faulkner’s eyes were dark and unfathomable, "Are your bones aching? Do you need a massage?"
The low tone contained an inexplicable allure, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
Alaric Faulkner made no further move, simply trapping Eleanor Sterling within his sight, not allowing her to leave.
This proximity seemed very dangerous and was extremely suggestive.
Eleanor Sterling looked up at Alaric Faulkner, "President Faulkner, didn’t you realize I was deliberately provoking Faye Sterling just now?"
The closeness allowed Alaric Faulkner to see every detail of her face clearly, including the panic in her captivating eyes.
"Is that so? I didn’t notice."
Eleanor Sterling couldn’t help but roll her eyes; she didn’t believe this nonsense, Alaric Faulkner definitely realized it and allowed her to provoke Faye Sterling.
Suddenly thinking of something, she smirked, "Do you want me to make Faye Sterling leave? In that case, I’ve helped you? You should thank me." Content originally comes from n0velfire.net
Alaric Faulkner’s arms were propped beside her, his handsome face leaning forward, getting even closer.
As he approached, Eleanor Sterling could only lean back.
If it weren’t for her flexible waist, it might have broken by now.
Intermingling breath, he asked in a deep voice, "How do you want me to thank you?"
Alaric Faulkner’s thin lips curved in a pleased arc, his dark eyes watching Eleanor Sterling with interest, patiently waiting for her answer.
"No need, gratitude can go unspoken. Just let me go," Eleanor Sterling quickly replied.
Alaric Faulkner frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with Eleanor Sterling’s answer, his sharp eyes tightly locked on her, "I never like owing others."
Eleanor Sterling’s brow twitched, was it impossible to refuse a reward now?
"Then... how about you give me money?"
Alaric Faulkner narrowed his eyes, his voice a bit colder, "Is money all that matters to Miss Sterling?"
"What else?" Eleanor Sterling snorted, "I’m just a destitute commoner expelled from The Sterling Family. If not money, what else should I want? Should I want you?"
Alaric Faulkner’s lips curved, his dark eyes carrying a hint of delight, and he whispered in her ear, "I’m allowing you to want me."
Eleanor Sterling was speechless, now suspecting that there was something wrong with Alaric Faulkner’s brain or ears. When did she say she wanted him?
Alaric Faulkner looked at Eleanor Sterling’s alluring red lips, his heart stirred, and he lowered his head to kiss them.
Eleanor Sterling didn’t have time to react, her mind instantly went blank.
Darn it, Alaric Faulkner really could go into heat at any time, now catching her for a bite.
Forced to endure his scorching kiss, she reached out to push him and tilted her head back to avoid it.
This touch instantly ignited Alaric Faulkner’s heat.
This feeling was something he had never experienced with Faye Sterling, yet now just seeing Eleanor Sterling for the second time, it felt so incredibly familiar.
Getting close to her could topple his defenses.