Eleanor Sterling pulled Alaric Faulkner to a corner of the playground. It was class time, so the playground was empty and no one would notice them.
Alaric Faulkner let Eleanor Sterling drag him, with a half-smile on his face.
He stood there quietly, a striking figure, tall and lean, his black shirt accentuating a perfectly proportioned physique.
Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on Alaric Faulkner, outlining his handsome features even more vividly.
When Eleanor looked up at him, she felt a moment of daze, as if her heart was beating a little faster.
She quickly gathered her thoughts, recovered, and asked, "Hey, did you call Zion Sheffield? Did Brian Zane ask him to come?"
Alaric Faulkner’s lips curved slightly, his gaze landing on Eleanor’s lips. With a slight movement of his eyebrows, he said, "Yes, I did. How are you planning to thank me?"
Eleanor frowned, a little troubled, and said, "Sigh, you’re putting me in a difficult position."
She had expected Eleanor to gratefully thank him, perhaps even give him a kiss, but she didn’t expect her to look troubled because he made things difficult for her.
Alaric Faulkner pressed his lips, "Why?"
"You tell me first, how did you speak with Brian Zane? Did you tell him I was at the medical school?"
Alaric Faulkner lowered his eyes, his lips moving slightly, he looked at Eleanor and said slowly, "I said she was my girlfriend."
Eleanor hesitated, "You didn’t mention my name?"
Hearing this, Eleanor seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
A moment later, she seemed to have realized something, asking, "Who is your girlfriend?"
Did she agree to be with him?
Alaric Faulkner stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, holding her within his reach.
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Eleanor found herself indeed sinking deeper, maybe from the moment Lady Faulkner asked her to move to the Faulkner Family, she had already fallen into the trap.
She pressed her lips in grievance, speechless, still feeling a bit unhappy inside.
Alaric Faulkner thought she had acquiesced.
He looked down at her, slowly curling his lips, "Now let’s settle our accounts, I helped you, how will you thank me?"
Eleanor coughed lightly, muttered, "Did I ask you to help?"
She could have solved it on her own, who goes and offers help and then demands a reward for it; such thick skin.
However, she forgot that this person was a vindictive, heartless businessman, and any effort spent was something to be repaid.
But she still didn’t want to deal with him, who told him to meddle.
Alaric Faulkner’s eyes slightly narrowed, this heartless woman, not only was she ungrateful for his help, but she also blamed him for overstepping?
If he hadn’t stepped in, Silas Hawthorne would have, and then Silas would have used the favor to leverage something, and Eleanor would owe him a debt.
Alaric Faulkner would never allow his woman to owe another man a favor, if she must owe, it could only be to him.
"Since you won’t give it, I’ll take it myself."
As Eleanor was about to ask how he would take it himself, he lowered his head, held the back of her head, and kissed her accurately on the lips.
The cool scent belonging solely to Alaric Faulkner instantly invaded Eleanor’s senses, making her mind blur.
On the playground, shadows danced under the trees, a light breeze drifted by, Eleanor was forced to tilt her head back, her eyes filled with the dazzling sunlight.
For a moment, she suddenly felt that they seemed like a pair of young lovers passionately in love on the campus.