As soon as Eleanor Sterling stepped out of the room, she saw Alaric Faulkner standing ghost-like at the door. It startled her, and she asked, "What are you doing here?"
She had no idea what Alaric had misunderstood, only thinking how awful this man looked.
Standing there, everything within his vicinity seemed frozen solid.
Alaric’s face was so dark it could drip water, his eyes seemed to carry two flames, looking as if he could incinerate anyone.
Seeing this, Eleanor was even more puzzled.
"What’s wrong? Why do you look so terrible? Did something happen with little Yi?"
Eleanor reached out her hand, wanting to touch his forehead, but before she could, she was grabbed tightly. Original content can be found at novel·fıre·net
Then, Alaric dragged her into another room, slamming the door shut with a ’bang’.
Alaric turned around, approaching step by step, trapping Eleanor in the corner of the wall.
His voice was icy as he asked, "Are you keeping a pretty boy?"
Eleanor was still suspicious about what madness Alaric was up to when she suddenly heard him ask that. She was completely dumbfounded.
What the hell, what’s wrong with her today?
Is it written on her face that she’s keeping a pretty boy? Why did Brian Zane ask her earlier, and now Alaric too?
Eleanor felt like she was having the worst day ever.
"No," she responded with the same answer.
Alaric sneered. Denying it? No matter. He would find that pretty boy and give him a good lesson!
He didn’t expect to have so many rivals in love, endless rivals. After all, Eleanor was his, and no one could take her away!
Eleanor looked at Alaric’s darkened face, realizing it was obvious jealousy, and furious jealousy at that.
Hmm, what if she admitted to it?
She curled her lips into a smile and said, "If I really kept a pretty boy, what would you do?"
"How much are you paying for it?"
Eleanor’s eyes shifted, then she made up a number, "Two hundred thousand. He’s especially obedient, handsome, and even..."
Before she could finish, Alaric leaned down and kissed her feverishly, devouring Eleanor with his kisses.
The kiss seemed to carry fury, making her lips ache.
A moment later, Alaric released Eleanor, then said, "Within three days, make him disappear from your side, or I can’t guarantee his safety!"
So ruthless? But there was no pretty boy at all, so Eleanor naturally didn’t need to pay attention.
She simply replied, "Oh, got it."
Alaric coldly asked, "How long has it been? Where is he? What’s he doing?"
Hearing the series of questions, Eleanor helplessly curved her lips into a smile, "I was kidding, there’s no pretty boy."
Unfortunately, since Eleanor admitted it earlier, Alaric no longer believed her.
Now when she denied it, Alaric thought she was just trying to protect that pretty boy from getting into trouble.
Thinking of this possibility, Alaric’s aura turned even colder.
He loved Eleanor but was filled with anxiety.
This woman had tried countless times to escape from his side, so how could he possibly believe her words?
It seemed he must use some means to bind her by his side, ensuring she could never escape.
"It better be the case!"
Alaric didn’t argue with Eleanor further, then turned and left. Just after stepping out of the room, he immediately made a phone call.
He directly ordered to collect all information on the men around Eleanor and deliver it to him, ensuring none were spared!