Who are you seeing?
Eleanor Winslow pressed her lips together without answering.
The vast presidential suite was silent. Adrian Grant looked at Eleanor, with an inherent sense of pressure in his gaze.
After a while, Adrian sighed, walked over to Eleanor, and gently bent down, bringing his handso face close to hers.
With only inches between them, they could see reflections in each other’s pupils.
Eleanor could feel his breath and clearly see every eyelash.
"Zia, am I really so unworthy of your trust?" Adrian asked.
Eleanor gave a vague smile, "Adrian Grant, the only person I trust now is Blake."
Adrian’s expression stiffened, and he asked, "Not ?"
Upon asking, he felt a sense of self-mockery but still wanted to know his weight in her heart.
Eleanor looked into his eyes, without a mont’s hesitation, shook her head.
Not you.
Adrian felt a pang in his heart.
Eleanor said softly, "Adrian Grant, I used to trust you."
Trusted you a lot.
But her trust had only brought her pain.
The presidential suite had a guest room.
Eleanor went into the guest room to rest.
All night, the nas "lody Nash" and "Zoe Nash" kept appearing in her mind.
She hoped that having the sa surna was just a coincidence.
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The next day.
Eleanor’s natural beauty ant that putting on makeup didn’t take much effort, but the tailor’s on-the-spot adjustnts to her dress took more than three hours, and her entire look wasn’t complete until five hours later.
Eleanor chose a simple moon-white satin gown, extrely simple in design, with no extra colors, only subtle embroidered patterns and diamonds at the waist. Paired with a rich and pure sapphire necklace and earrings, the whole look was both elegant and classy.
Adrian was briefly dazed, quickly lowered his eyes to conceal it, and regained his composure.
Imdiately, his gaze fell on the colorful gemstone bracelet on Eleanor’s wrist—it clashed completely with the dress.
Adrian asked, "Does it have special aning?"
"No," Eleanor took off the bracelet and put it in her shoulder bag.
Adrian didn’t ask further, but the details of the bracelet floated in his mind.
On the small platinum tal tag, there seed to be Sanskrit engraved on it.
Few university students nowadays are interested in Buddhism.
In his mory, the only young person fond of Buddhism was the late Jonah Grant.
So, who gave this bracelet?
Why does it just seem so annoying to him?
...
Dusk fell.
A luxury cruise ship was moored at the harbor, appearing extravagant and elevated.
The dock was a parade of elegant attire and beautiful figures, luxury cars coming and going, with n and won dressed to the nines boarding the ship hand in hand, each with a polite smile mask on their faces.
Asian faces were rare here. Adrian kept a low profile while in Los Angeles, but that didn’t stop him from being recognized as the well-known heir of the Grant Group, welcod wherever he went.
"I’ll go for a walk by myself," Eleanor whispered to Adrian.
She quietly looked around, keeping her eyes on the won coming and going, attempting to find soone who might be Zoe Nash.
"Don’t you want to et others?" Adrian held her hand.
He wanted to introduce his wife to others.
Eleanor shook her head, "No."
A middle-aged white man approached to talk to Adrian.
At that mont, Eleanor saw a familiar figure!
A woman in an erald-green satin gown, elegant and regal, with a slender Asian physique. She was talking to soone with her side turned to Eleanor, exposing half of a beautiful and gentle face.
That half face awakened Eleanor’s mory, making the long obscured figure in ti gradually clear.
Eleanor opened her mouth, but the word "Mommy" couldn’t co out.
The woman walked farther away, Eleanor’s body moved faster than her mind, chasing after her directly.
Adrian was caught up in conversation with a middle-aged white man, occasionally glancing at Eleanor, but on one such glance, he found that she had disappeared!
Adrian’s expression changed slightly. Ignoring etiquette, he scanned the area, but still couldn’t see Eleanor.
"Mr. Grant, what’s going on?" the white man asked.
Adrian’s face was grim as he asked those around him, "Has anyone seen my wife? The girl who was with ."
...
Eleanor chased all the way to the second floor of the cabin.
"Miss, please stop!"
Eleanor was stopped halfway by a black security guard.
"That person might be soone I know!" Eleanor said urgently, then rembered they were in Los Angeles and repeated her words in English.
In the anti, the woman in the erald-green gown had already entered a room at the end of the corridor, her figure completely disappearing.
The security guard sneered, "Miss, you’re the fifth person today looking to make connections with Mrs. Thornton."
"Mrs. Thornton?" Eleanor was unfamiliar with both the title and the circumstance.
Could it be she was mistaken, and she no longer rembered her mother’s face, mistaking others as her mother?
This realization left Eleanor feeling frustrated, her heart filled with deep self-bla.
"Mrs. Thornton looks a lot like soone from my past. Can you please convey my visiting intention?" Eleanor wouldn’t give up; she wanted to see this lady’s full face.
The security guard nodded and went inside to relay the ssage.
Eleanor waited nervously in place, her hands twisting together, every second felt like a year, her heart filled with both anticipation and fear.
Anticipating that it really was the mother she thought of day and night.
But if it really was her mother, what did her years of neglect an?
Finally, the room door opened again!
Eleanor looked over nervously, holding her breath, her heart nearly stopped.
But all she saw was the black security guard coming out, "Miss, our lady does not know any Oriental girls, please leave; getting acquainted through your Asian identity will not work!"
"Doesn’t know?"
This answer was very strange.
Mrs. Thornton clearly had an Asian physique, even if not fully Asian, should have so Asian blood, it couldn’t be that she did not recognize Asian won.
Furthermore, Mrs. Thornton hadn’t even seen her, so how could she be so sure she didn’t know her?
Clearly, she just didn’t want to see her!
"Miss, if you don’t leave, I’ll have to escort you out." The guard started to issue an eviction notice.
Seeing Eleanor remain unmoved, the black guard signaled his companions, and two more guards approached Eleanor, clearly intending to throw her out.
"Eleanor!"
A man’s voice suddenly called out.
Adrian gasped for breath, his hair slightly ssy, indicating he’d run here. Only when he saw Eleanor safe and sound, did the worry in his eyes dissipate, and he exhaled a huge sigh of relief.
Adrian strode over, pulling Eleanor into his embrace, so tightly that she felt a bit of pain, fearing that if he loosened his grip, she’d vanish again.
"Eleanor, are you trying to scare to death?"
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