"Alright, stop crying. I’m fine. Mr. Nelson ca down and rescued later!"
Ella naturally wouldn’t broadcast last night’s events. Eric just smiled lightly, "Co on, my dear, you must be starving. Let’s catch up over breakfast."
He grabbed her hand and walked briskly towards Charles. Chloe stood there, Eric’s words echoing in her mind—my dear?
Huh, why did those words sound so awkward?
Ella sat across from Charles, her eyes full of concern. "Charles, I’m sorry. You got hurt because of ..."
Charles had a thick bandage wrapped around his forehead, a swollen face, and several bruises on his hands, which made Ella’s heart ache.
This kind and gentle man shouldn’t have been dragged into this.
"It’s okay, I’m still alive, aren’t I? Ella, are you really alright?" Charles’s probing gaze landed on Eric.
Eric gave a cheeky smile, "Relax, she’s fine. Babe, let order you a nourishing soup to replenish your strength from last night."
Ella’s face flushed again. Wasn’t he implying their intimacy last night?
Charles looked at Ella in shock, the hurt in his eyes fleeting.
Chloe glanced at Ella and then at Eric. "Ella..." She blushed, too embarrassed to ask.
"No, no, let’s just have breakfast. I’m starving!" Ella, extrely flustered, quickly grabbed the untouched burger Chloe had ordered and took a big bite.
Her flushed and panicked expression made Charles understand a bit more. Since he and the doctor were locked in a room last night, Ella couldn’t have neutralized the drug on her own, unless...
Thinking of this, Charles’s heart ached deeply. His face turned pale as he slowly nibbled on his Korean egg roll.
Chloe looked at Ella’s blushing face and couldn’t help but stick out her tongue.
Looks like this girl has really beco Mr. Nelson’s woman.
The waiter brought the nourishing ginseng soup Eric ordered. He personally placed it in front of Ella. "Here, be good and drink this."
His tone was full of affection, making Chloe a little jealous. "Ella, Mr. Nelson is so good to you!"
She whispered to Ella.
Ella awkwardly looked at the soup. "I... I don’t want it. It’s hot, and I might get overheated."
Eric’s face darkened slightly. "Babe, are you disobeying ?"
Sweating profusely, Ella couldn’t stand his sweet talk and reluctantly picked up the bowl and drank the soup.
Seeing this, Charles felt heartbroken again. Thinking back to last night, he realized he had a chance to protect Ella but lacked the ability and caution to prevent accidents! Yet Eric arrived on ti, keeping her safe!
Charles understood he couldn’t protect Ella, nor win her heart.
With Eric’s brilliance and attentiveness, how could Ella not like him?
At this mont, Mason walked over, his face calm. "Mr. Nelson, good morning."
Eric glanced at him coldly. "Mason, you better stay away!"
Seeing what happened when he kicked open the door, even a fool could guess Mason’s intentions!
Mason’s face darkened slightly, but he remained composed. "Mr. Nelson, last night was a misunderstanding. I hope we can still cooperate. I’m glad Ms. Davis is safe. I hope you’ll be more careful in the future."
With that, he turned and left.
Eric snorted, picking up a piece of sandwich cake. "Co on, open up, eat it!"
Ella looked up to see his charming, devilishly handso face, softened by a tender smile. The look of affection and gentleness in his eyes made the surrounding socialites and ladies green with envy.
So many won would do anything to get into Eric’s bed. They knew that although there were rumors about him with them, he had never actually touched any of them.
But Ella was the lucky one, the first woman Eric publicly dined with and the first to be fed by Mr. Nelson himself!
Not far away, Avery watched with a face that alternated between red and white, her expression shifting from cold to sinister, to angry.
"Sis, that tramp... didn’t she lose her virginity? Why is Mr. Nelson still so good to her? Could it have failed?" Emma asked, puzzled and indignant, watching Eric’s tender deanor towards Ella.
"Impossible! I called William. He said he succeeded! He had four bodyguards last night!" Avery replied, frowning. She, Emma, and Hannah hadn’t gone to the scene to avoid suspicion. Later, she called William, who told her he had succeeded.
What they didn’t know was that William had been threatened by Eric.
"Then why is Mr. Nelson still so gentle with her? Does he really accept soone who’s been tainted?" Hannah asked unwillingly, her eyes filled with intense jealousy.
"I don’t know. Maybe sothing went wrong. I’ll go find William!" Avery frowned, confused. Her plan had been perfect, and Eric had shown up only after William had supposedly succeeded.
This information had all co from William.
Skipping breakfast, Avery quickly found her informants to keep an eye on William.
After breakfast, Eric put his arm around Ella’s slender waist and, without hesitation, led her upstairs to the fourth floor.
Charles sat sadly in his seat, knowing he had lost his chance.
"Charles, take care of yourself and make sure to get checked out at the hospital, okay?" Ella suddenly rembered sothing as she reached the stairs, looking back at Charles with concern.
Charles smiled and nodded. "Go have fun. Chloe and I will head back now and stop by the hospital."
Only then did Ella feel relieved. After saying goodbye to Chloe, she followed Eric to the fourth floor.
"Co on, snap out of it. They’re gone now... Ah, you and Ella were just not ant to be," Chloe said regretfully, pulling Charles to leave.
The fourth floor’s decor was entirely different from the floors below.
While the lower floors were romantic, the fourth floor was all about opulence. The luxurious gold wallpaper with intricate patterns and the grand, resplendent atmosphere made Ella feel like she had stepped into an ancient palace.
"Bring him to my lounge," Eric ordered his n.
They quickly complied, and Eric led Ella into one of the VIP lounges.
Ella sat on the soft black leather sofa, wincing from the soreness between her legs, carefully leaning against the backrest.
It wasn’t long before William was brought in. The mont he saw Eric and Ella together, he was scared out of his wits!
Eric’s devilishly handso face wore a cold smile. "His hand hit you? Tsk, tsk, I really want to cut it off!"
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