Hugo Quinn patted his head and got back into the car.
"Lan Yancy has already sent your things over. Tonight you’ll be staying at your mommy’s place."
Hugo said, noticing the excitent in Marcus’s eyes.
It seems this child, like him, prefers it over there.
Although the villa is large, it’s too empty. When alone, it always feels lonely.
Eleanor Hollis’s apartnt is different; it has a holy feel, and Eleanor has added a lot of her own touches, making it cozy.
The car stopped in front of the apartnt. Eleanor got out first, and after going upstairs, she fished out the keys.
When she opened the door, she found the traces of the previous fight were still there.
She instinctively glanced at Hugo’s arm. Although he no longer needed a bandage, Hugo still couldn’t make any big movents, or else the wound would reopen.
"You two sit first, I’ll tidy up here and then cook."
On her way back, she had conveniently bought so groceries.
Marcus put down his backpack and ca over to her side.
"Mommy, let help you."
On the floor, there were not only long-dried bloodstains but also so small decorative items scattered around.
Marcus helped pick up the decorations and return them to their original places.
Eleanor then grabbed a mop to clean up the bloodstains.
Hugo sat on the sofa, watching the busy little duo, his eyes softening, thinking that this is what life should be like.
A little while later, Eleanor put down the mop, tied an apron around her waist, and started making dinner.
Marcus and Hugo watched TV in the living room.
Eleanor braised a few chicken feet, tasted them, thinking Marcus would probably like it.
She was just about to turn and wrap the chicken feet with cling film when she felt a warm embrace from behind.
"Are you making this for Marcus?"
Hugo’s voice sounded in her ear, carrying a bit of warmth.
Eleanor thought if this man ca on to her like this a few more tis, her heart might just stop.
"Yeah, he should like it."
"What about mine?"
Hugo’s voice sounded a bit aggrieved, as his eyes searched around the kitchen.
"I made soup for you. You shouldn’t have anything too strong until your injury completely heals."
Hugo nodded, now feeling satisfied.
Eleanor felt their current posture was quite intimate. Hopefully, he wouldn’t try a kitchen play like others, especially with Marcus still outside.
Hugo seed to sense her thoughts, finding it amusing, and gently touched her cheek with his fingertip.
"No kitchen play; we can try the bed tonight."
The man’s words were downright rogue.
Eleanor’s face flushed, pretending to push him away, but Hugo was pressed tightly against her.
Even through the fabric, she could feel the heat of his body.
"Hugo! I’m cooking here. If you keep this up, I’ll get mad!"
She sounded a bit like a paper tiger, trying to sound fierce.
Hugo knew he couldn’t tease any longer; a little flirting is fine, but not too much.
Embarrassed and angry, Eleanor’s face and neck turned red. In Hugo’s eyes, she was so tempting, and he wondered when he could finally have her.
After Hugo left, Eleanor’s face was still burning. She looked up at her reflection on the range hood; her face was as red as a boiled shrimp.
Damn Hugo!
She gritted her teeth and continued cooking the next few dishes.
An hour later, five dishes were ready. She used gloves to bring them to the table, calling the father and son, who were still watching TV, to eat.
Marcus quickly put down the remote and ca to the table, his little nose sniffing.
"Mommy, your braised chicken feet look beautiful."
Actually, this was Eleanor’s first ti braising. After making cola chicken wings last ti, she felt she had a knack for cooking; as long as she followed a recipe, she could cook up a feast.
"You’re just sweet-talking. Let’s eat."
Eleanor tapped his head, a smile forming on her lips.
While the three of them enjoyed their warm and pleasant ti, elsewhere wasn’t so serene.
After being fired by Grandeur, Alice Warren was filled with anger and finally arranged to et that woman.
"Anna Hollis, what do you an by this? Because of your orders, I’ve been fired by Grandeur. Don’t you think you should consider my next move?"
That’s right, the one behind the scenes giving orders was Anna Hollis.
Anna, wearing her little suit, had a hint of disdain on her fair face.
"Because of ? Alice, I told you long ago not to act rashly, or you’ll regret it. You didn’t listen, and now you’ve directly gone against Eleanor. Do you think Eleanor would let you stay?"
Anna’s voice was full of disdain, and she was also feeling quite displeased.
All because of a few words from Eleanor, Hugo really went ahead and fired Alice.
It seems that in Hugo’s heart, Eleanor truly holds an important place. That sister of theirs sure is capable.
Alice’s face froze. She indeed had clashed head-on with Eleanor. Why, in the cafeteria, did that woman embarrass her so much?
"What should I do next? Being treated like this by her, I’m really unwilling. I’ll get back at her sooner or later."
Compared to her panic, Anna was much more composed.
"Don’t rush. With your strong work abilities, getting into a big company should be easy. What you need to do now is to find a large company and bide your ti. You’ll surely et Eleanor in the business world again. However, if you don’t listen to next ti, I won’t help you."
Anna’s eyes were full of mockery as she took out a card from her bag.
"There’s three million in here. No password needed; it’s for you."
Since this person loathed Eleanor so much, she’d surely be useful in the future. So Anna wasn’t stingy with her money. After all, all the Hollis Family’s affection fell on her alone, and her daily allowances were countless.
Although Alice felt humiliated by the money, she eventually accepted the card. Three million was no small amount to her.
Especially now that she’s unemployed; if she wants to maintain her lifestyle, she’ll need money.
"Don’t worry, the Quinton Family won’t allow Eleanor to marry in. Sooner or later, they’ll have to separate. Eleanor won’t be smug for long. Once she loses Hugo’s protection, you can deal with her as you wish."
Anna’s words filled Alice with hope, and she clenched her fists in anger, determined to ruin that bitch soday!
"I understand. This ti, I won’t be reckless again."
Only then did Anna leave satisfied.
Once Alice saw her leave, her eyes filled with disdain as she tucked the card into her pocket, sneering coldly.
These people just had the luck of being born better. What’s there to be proud of?
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