Alaric Faulkner reached out, cupping her nape, and leaned over to silence her with a kiss.
Eleanor Sterling hadn’t expected Alaric to act so directly; she wanted to rebuke him, but it only gave the man an opportunity to invade further.
He pried open her teeth with a reckless plunder, drawing all her breath away.
Only when Eleanor’s brain softened from lack of oxygen did he finally release her.
Eleanor was released, leaning back weakly, her breathing still somewhat unstable.
She glared at Alaric and uttered two words, "Shameless."
Seeing Eleanor’s lips redden from his kiss and her breath slightly panting, Alaric’s heart stirred.
He leaned in again, giving her a gentle peck on the lips, "I know I was wrong; I won’t call her Giselle anymore. I’ll call her Miss Keating, okay?"
"Call her whatever you like, what does it have to do with me?"
Alaric noticed Eleanor’s words belied her feelings, knowing she was jealous, which made him happily smile.
His gaze was filled with affection as he looked at her, surprised Eleanor would be jealous over a mere name.
When she mentioned Silas Hawthorne earlier, he felt consumed by jealousy.
Alaric patiently coaxed her, speaking in a low voice, "It matters, as long as Eleanor doesn’t like it, I won’t do it. Don’t be angry, alright?"
Eleanor said nothing.
"Eleanor, I’m not interested in just anyone. My heart belongs only to you. I am moved only by you and want to be with you alone..."
Eleanor hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth.
He was so thick-skinned; can he say anything?
Luckily, there were only the two of them in the car, or else her reputation would suffer.
"Shut up!" she scolded.
Alaric removed her hand from his mouth and placed it in his hand, gently kneading, like he was teasing her.
Eleanor withdrew her hand, "Giselle Keating is a genius pharmacist, and she’s pretty. Didn’t you feel anything for her?"
Alaric’s face remained emotionless, his eyes deep as he looked at Eleanor, "No, Eleanor is so outstanding; how could I possibly be interested in any other woman?"
Eleanor thought Alaric’s words were like honey, making her feel joyous inside.
The pent-up anger within her slowly dissipated unconsciously.
"Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you." Alaric’s voice deepened.
"How will you prove it?" Eleanor asked, surprised.
Alaric grabbed her hand, placed it somewhere, and said hoarsely, "Can you feel it?"
Eleanor’s face instantly turned red; she pulled her hand back as if shocked, "Are you a pervert?"
Recalling Alaric’s earlier words, she felt like she was about to burst into flames. Newest update provided by novel•fire.net
"I’m only a pervert for you."
Eleanor didn’t want to speak to him any further; her original intent of confrontation had been sidetracked completely.
"Not angry anymore?" Alaric teased, curling his thin lips.
Given Alaric’s sincere explanation, she would tentatively believe he hadn’t been involved with Giselle Keating.
Although Alaric had no designs on Giselle, Giselle certainly had different intentions.
It was obvious her goals regarding Alaric were different.
However, Eleanor felt a strange sense of familiarity with her, though she was certain she’d never met her before.
She thought for a moment and reckoned she might be mistaken, choosing not to delve further.