But thinking about having spent so much ti with her idol tonight, she perked up again and quickly went to the group to start bragging.
As one of the earliest fans of Julian Sterling, she had long joined the fan group and had beco one of the elders in the group.
After she posted the video of having dinner with Julian Sterling, the group instantly exploded.
"I’m eating lemons here, so sour."
"Oh my god, Best Actor Sterling looks so good in person."
"Sister, I’m really jealous of you."
Gloria Galloway raised an eyebrow, not forgetting that it was thanks to Eleanor Hollis, and quickly replied in the group.
"Thanks to my good bestie, she’s the woman of Best Actor Sterling’s friend, so I’m afraid I’ll be seeing him often in the future, just thinking about it is exciting."
There was imdiately a wailing sound below, all saying she was showing off.
Gloria was satisfied, went into the bathroom to take a shower, then went to bed to pet her cat and sweetly fell asleep.
anwhile, Eleanor Hollis and Hugo Quinn had returned to the villa, and neither of them was sleepy, so they sat on the sofa watching TV.
"Do you think Julian Sterling and Gloria Galloway might have sothing going on?"
Eleanor said slowly, considering that they were her friends, and if Gloria really liked Julian, she might as well help match them up.
Hugo naturally saw through her intention and shook his head faintly.
"The things I told you before weren’t lies. Julian has a woman he deeply loves, and he’s always been waiting for her to co back. If Gloria tries to get involved, she’ll only get hurt."
Eleanor saw that he wasn’t joking, and so she gave up on the idea.
They intended to chat more, but Marcus had already curled up on the sofa and fallen asleep, so they decided to take him to his room before returning.
The evening was ant to be their romantic ti, and Hugo had prepared for so long, intending to get his reward from her.
Eleanor kept crying and begging for rcy, but the man clearly had no intention of stopping. He held her head in place and kissed her hard, swallowing all her words.
Eleanor had no choice, seeing the dark circles under his eyes, knowing he had prepared for her birthday party for a long ti, so she let him have his way.
So, when they finally stopped, it was almost morning outside.
Hugo held her in a satisfied embrace and fell asleep.
The next day, Eleanor couldn’t get out of bed.
When she got up, Hugo had already gone to work, and Marcus had gone to school, leaving her alone in the villa.
The renovation workers downstairs were still at work. She went down to eat a little, then returned to her room to be lazy.
The weather was getting colder, and she had to wear a sweater underneath now. The wind on the balcony was strong, and she lay on a deck chair for a while, suddenly rembering she hadn’t called her grandmother in a long ti, so she imdiately picked up her phone and made a call.
Her grandmother’s voice was lively, with the faint sound of Mahjong tiles in the background. As long as soone was there to keep her company, Eleanor felt relieved and, after so reminders, hung up the phone.
She found a book in Hugo’s study and began to read it slowly.
Since being with Hugo, she increasingly felt the peace of those tranquil tis, having nothing to worry about, and it seed all she needed to do was relax and be a couch potato.
However, Eleanor paused while holding the book and replaced it with a financial newspaper.
But always hiding behind Hugo, what’s the point in that? She didn’t want to be a woman protected by him; she wanted to stand together with him, facing challenges side by side.
In the afternoon, Nicholas Hollis called her, but she didn’t answer.
The phone rang again soon after, and slightly impatient, she pressed the answer button.
"Hello, may I invite you to dinner? We’ve t before, last ti at the supermarket, you were talking with my mom."
Eleanor rembered this voice; he should be from the Ford Family.
Logically, she shouldn’t go out, but after so thinking, she agreed to a location.
It was a Chinese restaurant. The boy was about fifteen or sixteen, very good-looking, but already nearly six feet tall.
"Please, have a seat."
He said graciously, pulling out a chair for her.
Eleanor nodded, said "thank you," and slowly sat down.
In fact, she had no idea why this person was looking for her. Her impression was that his mom always liked to follow her, making her feel uncomfortable.
"Do you know my mom?"
The boy suddenly asked, pushing a cup of coffee in front of her.
Eleanor frowned, feeling that she wasn’t very familiar with this person’s mom.
"Before, she kept following , making think I had encountered a bad person. Honestly, we’re not close."
"My mom is nad Rachel Lynch."
The boy calmly cut his steak with elegance.
Eleanor’s whole body stiffened, Rachel Lynch? Coincidence or...
"I may only be sixteen, but I understand the important things. Since my mom t you, she’s spent a lot of ti crying, and once I overheard her talking to my dad."
The boy spoke while looking up at her.
Eleanor didn’t touch her utensils, having no appetite, and it seed like she would soon learn a huge secret.
It couldn’t be such a coincidence in this world; that woman had followed her several tis, and her na was Rachel Lynch, as if an answer was about to present itself.
"My dad asked my mom if she still couldn’t let go of the past. My mom said she felt sorry for her daughter, but since my mom married my dad, they’ve only had , a son, never a daughter. That day after she saw you, she started daydreaming in the car, so I guess you are my mom’s daughter."
Eleanor’s face turned pale, confirming the answer in her heart.
She looked at the boy’s face, and a sharp pain suddenly surged in her heart.
So mom also abandoned her...
And she even has such a big son now. Back then, she didn’t die but married another man and had a child.
Eleanor slowly bowed her head, clenching her hands tightly.
Saying there’s no resentnt would be a lie. Since they gave birth to her, they should have taken on the responsibility as parents. However, as far back as she rembered, she had always lived with her grandmother.
Her parents had each ford their own families, long forgetting about her.
"Maybe, my mom’s na is also Rachel Lynch."
She closed her eyes and slowly said, pretending to check the ti.
"Sorry, I might need to go back."
She feared staying here longer, unable to stop herself from pouring out her anger to the boy in front of her.
The boy stood up and grabbed her sleeve.
"So, you’re my sister?"
Eleanor reflexively shook off his hand without turning back.
"No, my parents have long abandoned . Let’s just pretend we never t today; I’d rather believe that my mother died many years ago, at least that would an she didn’t abandon ."
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