Eleanor Sterling, after talking with Silas Hawthorne, walked back to the medical school’s dormitory.
Just as she reached downstairs, someone pulled her.
Upon seeing who it was, she was a bit surprised.
Why is Alaric Faulkner here?
His handsome face was tense, and he shoved Eleanor into the car, then drove off at full speed.
On the road, Alaric didn’t speak, but the aura he exuded made it clear he seemed angry.
Eleanor observed him for a while and asked, "Are you angry? Because I met with Silas Hawthorne?"
Encountering a red light, the car stopped.
Alaric’s thin lips curled into a mocking arch, "Let’s talk properly at the private villa, Mrs. Faulkner."
The term "Mrs. Faulkner" seemed to remind her of her identity, cautioning her not to do anything questionable.
Yet she and Silas only had a cup of coffee.
It seems the consequences of a man’s jealousy can be quite serious.
"We just had coffee and chatted for a bit. Silas knew you were getting married and came specifically to comfort me."
Alaric’s eyes darkened, "Comfort you?"
"Yes, since now in everyone’s eyes, I am a woman who’s been abandoned," Eleanor nodded honestly. For original chapters go to Nove1Fire.net
Eleanor hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to mention that Silas had asked her to consider leaving with him.
Seeing Eleanor’s silence, a trace of anger appeared in Alaric’s dark eyes.
As a good brother, he knew Silas well, naturally aware of what he might say.
Inherently insecure, Alaric was very concerned upon knowing Silas came to see Eleanor, and the anger almost consumed him.
The car behind honked, urging.
Alaric pressed the gas pedal, and the car shot forward quickly.
Eleanor helplessly rubbed her forehead, realizing that she needed to exert all her efforts to calm the man’s jealousy.
After a while, the car stopped at a private villa.
Alaric parked the car, dragged Eleanor into the villa, and just as the door closed, he embraced her waist and pinned her against the door, kissing her.
Eleanor hurriedly stopped him, wanting to calm him down, but she was held tightly, unable to move.
Eventually, her voice was completely consumed between his lips and teeth, he gave her no chance to speak, his kiss was aggressive and domineering, sweeping across every inch of her mouth’s sweetness.
Eleanor finally got a chance to breathe, pushing away Alaric’s head, she said, "Is your heart that narrow? It’s not like you caught us in bed.
Silas and I just had coffee, and I’ve already clearly rejected him.
You and I have two children, we’re inseparable, and it’s impossible for me to be with him."
Caught in bed? He might kill someone.
Alaric circled her waist, breathing heavily, his expression filled with a dangerous aura.
Eleanor took the initiative to kiss the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said, "Don’t worry, I won’t run away. I’m still waiting for you to deal with Faye Sterling and then marry me."
Alaric was soothed by her soft tone, his heart warmed, and his irritable aura was instantly calmed.
Once he calmed down, he suddenly caught the key point in Eleanor’s earlier words.
She said they had two children?
Alaric squinted his eyes and asked, "We have two children?"
Eleanor smiled and slowly said, "Little Yi and Little Xing are both your sons."
Alaric was stunned, looking at Eleanor in shock, somewhat unable to process it.