"No way." Eleanor Sterling pushed him away.
Alaric Faulkner’s blood had some abnormalities, and before figuring out the issue, she couldn’t be reckless or gamble with their future.
"Eleanor." Alaric kissed her ear.
"Hmph, you can sleep here by yourself, I’m going to sleep on the sofa in the living room." Eleanor pushed him away and planned to get out of bed.
Alaric hugged her from behind, "Don’t go, let’s sleep here together."
"Fine, but you have to listen to me."
"Alright." Alaric nodded.
Eleanor took a blanket, rolled it into a line, and placed it in the middle of the bed, snorting, "You sleep on that side, and if you dare to cross the line you’ll never touch me again."
Alaric reluctantly lay down.
Seeing this, Eleanor felt at ease and went back to her spot.
The two lay in bed with a clear line dividing them.
In the dead of night, Alaric removed the blanket in the middle, his lips curled with a faint smile.
Alaric knew how restless Eleanor was when she slept.
When they first met, she’d sleep like a koala, ready to cling onto him at any moment.
And all he had to do was quietly wait for her to fall into his trap, and then she couldn’t blame him for being unkind.
After removing the blanket, Alaric only waited ten seconds before Eleanor rolled over to him.
Her arms and legs even clung to him.
Alaric smirked, Eleanor, you’re the one who came to me.
Holding the woman he’d longed for in his arms, his hands and feet grew restless.
In her dream, Eleanor felt as if an annoying mosquito kept pestering her, wanting to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe.
And then she woke up.
Opening her eyes, there was Alaric’s magnified handsome face, and sleepiness vanished instantly.
Eleanor was speechless, how could Alaric be so clingy!
"I didn’t move on this side."
Eleanor looked at their positions; she had indeed crossed the line and wrapped herself around Alaric.
She was so embarrassed.
At this time, Alaric’s low, magnetic voice sounded in Eleanor’s ear, "Since you crossed the line, shouldn’t we discuss compensation?"
Eleanor was at a loss for words, "Alaric, do you have any shame?"
Soon, she realized that this man truly had no shame.
The originally planned three-day trip was forcibly extended to over a week by Alaric before they finally flew back to Lyria from Oasix.
Ronan Keating sighed in relief when he heard they had returned.
He was worried Eleanor would hold a grudge against Giselle Keating and run off without treating her mother.
At this moment, the blood sample from Caleb Faulkner was delivered.
Although Faye Sterling’s words revealed the truth of the past,
Eleanor, upholding the spirit of seeking truth from facts, used Parker’s lab to conduct another test.
The final result was no surprise. The rightful source is novel·fire.net
Caleb Faulkner was indeed her son!
Eleanor completely relaxed, contemplating whether to tell Alaric about this.
But knowing Alaric’s nature, whether she told him or not made little difference, he would always cling to her.
Eleanor thought it was better to return to Aethelgard and give the children and Alaric a surprise. The scene of father and son recognizing each other would surely be moving.
So, she decided to keep the matter under wraps for now.
Alaric didn’t know about this yet, but seeing Eleanor immerse herself in the lab upon returning to Lyria, he wasn’t too happy.
Fortunately, she only stayed for two days, so he didn’t interfere.