Eleanor Sterling casually kicked open a room; she couldn’t move Alaric Faulkner anymore and had to get someone to help.
As soon as they entered, Alaric Faulkner closed the door with his backhand, leaned in, grabbed her waist tightly, and kissed her passionately.
"Mmm...wait, Alaric..."
Eleanor Sterling pressed her hand against his chest, trying to push him away. Faye Sterling was still lying in a room not far away, she had to go take care of her.
But as soon as Eleanor Sterling’s hand touched Alaric Faulkner’s chest, he tightly gripped her fair wrist and pressed upwards.
In an instant, Eleanor Sterling became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in his mouth.
He rubbed against Eleanor Sterling’s lips, as if tracing the shape of her lips.
Eleanor Sterling initially wanted to struggle but gradually got lost in his breath, her whole body going limp.
At this moment, although Alaric Faulkner was drugged, he was kissing Eleanor Sterling.
He treated her cautiously, as if he were cherishing a rare treasure.
Besides cherishing her, there was also urgency and dominance, making Eleanor Sterling think he must have been repressing himself badly, which is why he’s ...
"Alaric... Alaric Faulkner." Eleanor Sterling wanted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he blocked it, making it even easier for him to advance.
Eleanor Sterling was furious.
She stopped struggling and instead proactively wrapped her arms around his neck, mimicking what he had just done, turning the tables.
This time Alaric Faulkner obediently complied and seemed extremely pleased and satisfied.
Only then did Eleanor Sterling manage to break free.
She struggled to take out her phone and dialed Hazel Langley’s number.
It rang for a while before it was answered, and her voice was a bit lazy, as if she’d just woken up.
"Hey, Eleanor, what’s up?"
"You now... within ten minutes, get to the International Conference Center immediately, I... umm... I need your help with something."
Eleanor Sterling spoke in a stammering manner, and it was obvious she was doing something unspeakable.
Plus the heavy breathing,
Hazel Langley was initially still half-asleep, but upon hearing Eleanor Sterling’s words, she woke up instantly.
She immediately sat up, exclaiming, "Holy crap, Eleanor Sterling, are you rolling in the sheets with a man?
And you’re calling me at this time, what’s this? A live broadcast?"
Eleanor Sterling rolled her eyes.
"Stop with the nonsense, hurry up and come save me."
She wanted to speak normally, but Alaric Faulkner was too clingy, and she couldn’t break free at all. Being able to speak was already an achievement.
Hazel Langley dared not delay either, immediately responding, "Oh, okay, I’m on my way, wait for me."
After hanging up the phone, Eleanor Sterling pushed Alaric Faulkner’s head away, angrily saying, "Are you a dog? All you do is chew on me."
Luckily Hazel Langley was a close sister, otherwise, she’d have lost all her face.
Alaric Faulkner seemed a bit unhappy being pushed away. He grabbed her head, pressed his lips against hers, tenderly entwining, silencing all her words within his mouth.
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Gradually, she felt herself getting a bit lost, her mind becoming blank...
Alaric Faulkner, enamored, held onto her waist, moved to the conference table, and put her down.
Eleanor Sterling’s long hair spread out, her face flushed and delicate as a painting, charming and alluring.
He gave a strong tug, and Eleanor Sterling quickly sat up, pressed his hand, exclaiming, "Alaric Faulkner!"
But she was pushed back by him again.
At this moment, Eleanor Sterling’s phone was ringing insistently, but she couldn’t answer it.