The final sentence seemed to be a sedative for Alaric Faulkner as he seriously observed the bomb in front of Eleanor Sterling.
He had made it himself, but its power was not insignificant.
If it really detonated, the two of them would be blown away.
Alaric Faulkner’s face was calm as he carefully and seriously searched for the fuse on the bomb.
Eleanor Sterling looked down at him, Alaric Faulkner was the future heir of the Faulkner Family, yet he chose to gamble on the unknown with her now.
Simply because he liked her.
Perhaps from the moment he confessed his affection, he was serious.
Suddenly, Eleanor’s heart started to race, almost bursting out of her chest.
She now regretted not agreeing to Alaric Faulkner before, as they could have spent more time together.
Instead of waiting for a moment to feel the regret of not cherishing him sooner.
Even though their relationship was akin to that of lovers now, Eleanor felt there should still be a beginning, a sense of ceremony.
So, she softly spoke: "Alaric Faulkner, I actually fell in love with you long ago.
I just didn’t have the courage to take that step, and partly because of Little Star, I kept rejecting you.
But I feel that if I don’t say it now, it will be too late. I agree to be with you."
Without lifting his head, he replied: "Agree to what?"
Unfortunately, Eleanor’s last words didn’t quite stir up Alaric Faulkner as much as her earlier words—I’m not afraid, because you’re here.
His expression showed no emotional fluctuation.
Eleanor pouted in slight displeasure and muttered, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you unhappy? If so, I’ll take back what I said."
Alaric Faulkner frowned and domineeringly declared, "You’re already my woman, whether you agree or not. We can talk later."
Eleanor broke into a smile.
Alaric Faulkner truly was so forceful, barging into her life and capturing her heart.
Now Eleanor’s heart wasn’t panicked at all; she felt she should trust Alaric Faulkner.
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Alaric Faulkner had already peeled off the bomb’s outer casing, revealing wires of several colors inside.
There were a total of three, making it a difficult choice since a wrong cut could lead to disastrous consequences.
Alaric looked up into Eleanor’s eyes.
He reached out and clasped Eleanor’s neck, pulling her slightly downward.
The next second, Eleanor felt a cold breath approach as his cool lips pressed against hers.
At the same time, Alaric grabbed one of the wires and, applying force, pulled it off directly!
The countdown sounds stopped instantly, yet Eleanor was too dazed by the kiss to notice.
After a while, Alaric released Eleanor.
That’s when she realized Alaric had dismantled the bomb without her noticing.
Overwhelming joy filled her heart, and Eleanor couldn’t help but grin, saying excitedly, "Alaric Faulkner, we’re safe!"
She had thought they would perish here.
Unexpectedly, Alaric had successfully defused the bomb, making Eleanor feel the fatigue of surviving a life-and-death ordeal as she leaned on his shoulder.
Alaric started to untie her ropes.
"The bomb was fake," he said.
Eleanor looked at him in shock, a fake bomb? They had all been deceived?