"Dad, you’re really worried about Mommy, aren’t you? I’m worried about her too. I really want to go find her now, but we can’t be so selfish."
Marcus suddenly spoke with moral righteousness, his face very serious.
Hugo Quinn’s heart ward, and he reached out to pinch the child’s cheek.
"I know, I won’t disturb her. Like you said, we’ll give her so ti to calm down. Marcus, go upstairs and sleep."
Marcus’s eyes reddened. He couldn’t sleep; just thinking about Mommy leaving them kept him wide awake.
"Dad, I want to sleep with you tonight."
It had been a long ti since he slept with his dad; ever since Mommy ca, that privilege belonged to her.
"Alright."
Hugo Quinn held his hand and slowly walked into the bedroom.
Father and son lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The bed linens carried Eleanor Hollis’s scent, which unsettled Hugo Quinn’s thoughts.
He turned over several tis and, when he turned his head, found Marcus staring wide-eyed at him.
He was startled and then the corner of his eye twitched.
"I thought you were already asleep. You have school tomorrow; get so rest."
Marcus pouted and blinked his eyes.
"Dad, I don’t want to go to school."
He said lightly, turning his back on Hugo Quinn.
"Alright."
Hugo Quinn replied, furrowing his brows. Even he didn’t want to go to work tomorrow, let alone expect the child to.
"Dad, thank you."
After saying this, Marcus fell asleep.
Hugo Quinn tucked the blanket around him and sighed, suddenly unsure of what to say.
He took his phone and sent a ssage to Lan Yancy, wanting to know what Eleanor Hollis was doing now.
When Lan Yancy saw the ssage, he frowned because Miss Hollis had been wandering aimlessly on the streets, doing nothing, like a zombie, her eyes listless, occasionally staring blankly at items in shop windows.
He had only just learned about what happened at the Quinton Manor and couldn’t help sympathizing with her. If it were soone else, they might be more broken than her.
After reporting the situation to Hugo Quinn, he continued to watch Eleanor Hollis.
Eleanor Hollis wandered aimlessly around the area ti and again, eventually sitting on a chair, staring at the wedding dress in the kitchen.
She had co here before to see the wedding dress, and it’s still hanging there now, very beautiful, wearing it would surely turn soone into a fairy.
When she passed by before, she even imagined how she would look wearing the dress. On that day, she finally plucked up the courage to try it on, and the staff was very enthusiastic.
At that ti, she genuinely wanted to marry Hugo Quinn, the sooner the better, so she could wear the beautiful dress.
But in the blink of an eye, the woman who was to wear the wedding dress and marry Hugo Quinn suddenly beca soone else...
A twinge of pain ca from within Eleanor Hollis’s heart, her lips twitched, but she still felt extrely uncomfortable.
Tears suddenly stread down, falling to the ground in large drops.
Her crying was silent and still; when a person is truly sad, they can’t even cry hysterically. All the sorrow accumulates in the heart like a large stone, suffocating her.
After crying for a while, she stood up again, wanting to go back.
But after taking a few steps, she suddenly didn’t know where she should return; it was as though nowhere was her ho.
She lingered at the crossroads for a long ti before finally crossing the pedestrian path.
There were many people crossing with her, she bowed her head, not looking at the road at all, until she bumped into soone and finally looked up.
But she couldn’t see the person’s face clearly because her world was blurred by tears, only vaguely sensing a very handso man.
Xavier Crawford frowned at her, noticing she was crying so hard she didn’t even recognize him.
He helped her, slowly crossing the road.
"What’s wrong with you? Crossing the road like this could lead to an accident. Where’s Hugo Quinn? Why didn’t he accompany you?"
Upon hearing his voice, Eleanor Hollis realized it was the man known as The King of Assassins. It was laughable; she’d agreed to treat him to a al but he now saw her in such a pathetic state.
"Did you guys have a fight?"
Xavier Crawford’s face showed a hint of seriousness; crying like this surely wasn’t just a simple argunt, was it?
He stood up and suddenly hugged her tightly, forcing her into the car. If she kept crying like this, her eyes would surely be swollen shut.
Eleanor Hollis didn’t struggle; once seated in the car, she buried her head and continued to cry earnestly.
Xavier Crawford found won’s crying most annoying; he always thought crying solved nothing.
Yet just now, when Eleanor Hollis looked up, seeing that tear-stained face, he couldn’t resist the urge to find Hugo Quinn and settle accounts. Since they were together, he should treat her well—how could he let her beco so miserable?
"Stop crying."
He awkwardly grabbed a tissue and handed it to her.
But Eleanor Hollis didn’t take it, just lowered her head, her sleeves drenched by tears.
Xavier Crawford’s eyes slowly narrowed, then he delivered a swift chop to her neck.
This ti Eleanor Hollis truly stopped crying because she had already fainted.
Xavier Crawford held her in his arms, signaling the driver to take them to his place.
anwhile, after Eleanor Hollis crossed the road, Lan Yancy had to go ahead and turn but found she was gone when he ca around.
He anxiously made rounds but still found no trace, contemplating whether she had hired a cab, and sighed.
The boss told him not to follow too closely, but now Miss Hollis was gone; what could he do?
He pulled out his phone to call Hugo Quinn.
Upon hearing Eleanor Hollis was missing, Hugo Quinn’s eyes flickered.
"I’ll co right away, find her first."
He couldn’t care about anything else; it was late and a young woman being outside was dangerous, he ought to go and check.
Lan Yancy nodded, but tried locating Eleanor Hollis again to no avail; her phone had already turned off, her signal completely blockaded.
He could only wait here for Hugo Quinn to arrive.
anwhile, Eleanor Hollis had been carried into a room by Xavier Crawford. He placed her on the couch, noticing tears still on her face, awkwardly grabbing a nearby tissue to wipe them.
He didn’t know what gentleness was, so he wiped with such force that Eleanor Hollis’s skin reddened.
Although Eleanor Hollis was unconscious, she still felt the pain, so her brows furrowed.
Xavier Crawford’s stomach was a bit hungry, so he went in to make himself so instant noodles. While eating, he suddenly missed Eleanor Hollis’s culinary skills.
Should he wake her up to try cooking again?
Just as he reached out, he dismissed the idea; Eleanor Hollis was so heartbroken now, probably would only cry upon waking, so it’s better to let her keep sleeping.
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