She opened the wardrobe in the bedroom and saw many new clothes inside, all bought in the style she used to wear.
She smiled slightly, feeling a bit touched by Hugo Quinn’s thoughtfulness.
Picking up the pajamas beside her, she went into the bathroom.
Just halfway through her shower, Hugo Quinn knocked on the door outside.
Eleanor Hollis felt a bit helpless, so she could only take a quick shower and then opened the bathroom door.
"There should be more than just this bathroom upstairs. You can go to another room."
Hugo looked at her face, which was flushed red from the steam in the bathroom, making her look particularly adorable.
"Eleanor, I’ve missed you."
He hugged her in one motion, then placed her on the bed.
The action was self-explanatory, and Eleanor’s face turned even redder. But rembering Old Master Dawson’s instructions, she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck.
"In the next year or half, we must have a son and take control of the Dawson family so that we don’t have to worry about Dylan Dawson coming back. The Dawson family’s power is abroad; by then, we can directly send soone abroad to take care of him."
His thoughts were the sa as Hugo Quinn’s. Hugo also wanted to deal with Dylan Dawson abroad, so he could never return.
However, Dylan is very cunning. After landing, no one knew where he went. His people are still searching for him abroad,
"Hmm."
Now is not the ti to think about these things; if they’re going to have a child, he must work harder.
The two were entangled until six in the evening.
Lan Yancy stood at the door, and seeing that they hadn’t co out this late, he could guess what they were doing inside without needing to think—likely sothing inappropriate for children.
But the food was almost ready. If they didn’t get up soon, it would all get cold.
He gathered his courage and was about to knock when the door was opened from the inside.
Hugo Quinn appeared at the door holding Eleanor Hollis, not at all surprised to see him there.
"President, it’s ti for dinner."
Hugo nodded and held Eleanor even closer.
Eleanor’s legs were a bit weak, she gave him a playful look, finding it difficult to even walk a few steps.
"I’ve already told you to stop, but you never listen. Now, great, I’m going to be laughed at again!"
And Lan Yancy had caught them like this many tis. Even if her face were thicker, she couldn’t face him calmly.
But Hugo wasn’t like her; Hugo completely ignored Lan Yancy’s existence, showing a shaless attitude.
Lan Yancy followed them, twitching his mouth slightly. What on earth did he do to deserve following them around and eating dog food every day?
"Where’s Marcus? Hasn’t he gotten up yet?"
As they sat down, Eleanor was about to ask when she saw Marcus appear at the stairway.
He looked much better, as even his chickenpox had subsided significantly. It seed just as the doctor said, his chickenpox was indeed related to his spirits.
Lan Yancy seldom took the initiative to have als with them, but since he had sothing to discuss with the President tonight, he naturally stayed.
But only a few minutes after sitting down, he began to regret it.
"Honey, you’ve lost weight. Have so of this. When I was holding you just now, you felt like just skin and bones."
Lan Yancy’s grip on his chopsticks tightened; he really wanted to leave the room. What was the point of eating dinner when he was already full from all the PDA?
Eleanor’s face was full of happiness. She picked up so food from another dish and placed it in Hugo’s bowl.
"Darling, you’ve worked hard too, eat up."
Hugo raised an eyebrow, satisfied, and moved the food into Marcus’s bowl.
"Eat more, get well soon, so you don’t worry us."
Marcus loved the current scene, having both parents around was truly happiness. But Uncle Yancy seed a bit pitiful.
He sighed, thinking he should save Uncle Yancy, so he picked a shrimp from the dish and placed it in Lan Yancy’s bowl.
Lan Yancy was just debating whether to stay or leave when he suddenly felt his bowl get heavier. Looking down, he saw Marcus had given him a shrimp.
He was so touched that he almost cried. This kid was the only one with a conscience.
"Thank you, Marcus."
He looked down at the shrimp, and his heart no longer felt sour.
But he had overlooked his leader’s sinister side.
"Marcus, don’t worry about your Uncle Yancy. At his age, he should be thinking about his future. If he envies us, he can go find a girlfriend. I’m just trying to push him, understand?"
Marcus, sowhat understanding, nodded and used his chopsticks to take the shrimp back from Lan Yancy’s bowl.
"Uncle Yancy, I think Dad is right. You’re not young anymore; you really should find a girlfriend. You can’t stay here eating dog food every day. How about I ask Dad to give you so ti off, so you can go find a girlfriend?"
The child’s words packed a punch, but it was undoubtedly a stab in Lan Yancy’s heart.
God knows, ever since he started working with the President, he’s seen countless won desperately trying to grab the President’s attention, using lowly ans to try and spend even one night with him.
Probably because of the sheer number of such incidents, he subconsciously thought all won were gold-diggers.
But luckily, the presence of soone like Miss Hollis rekindled his hope. Yet, finding a woman was not so simple.
"Lan Yancy, I think they’re right. You’ve been single for many years, you really should try and find a girlfriend."
The three of them began to tease him, and Lan Yancy deeply regretted staying. Had he known, he would have eaten outside at least to get so peace.
"Stop teasing . If finding soone you like were so easy, I wouldn’t have been single for so many years."
He looked down and gloomily ate a few bites of rice, feeling teary inside. Following the President, those won’s eyes only ever lock on the President, never even glancing at him, and he resigned himself to fate.
Seeing his deanor, Hugo Quinn’s expression suddenly beca serious.
"Do you need to give you a month’s vacation? It seems you’ve never taken a break. Maybe you could take so ti to relax?"
Lan Yancy was his most trusted aide, whom you could find during almost every situation. Over the years, Lan Yancy had been diligent, and indeed, he’d never considered taking a day off.
"Sure, if the President needs anything, I can co back anyti."
Experiencing a vacation for the first ti was inevitably a little novel.
After they finished eating, Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis sat on the sofa watching TV. He rembered that Eleanor was still unaware of Gloria Galloway’s situation and couldn’t help but bring it up.
"You should go out with your friends tomorrow."
Eleanor found it strange; this person had ntioned it twice in such a short ti. Could it be that sothing had really happened to Gloria Galloway or Samantha Sullivan? Otherwise, with Hugo Quinn’s nature, he wouldn’t suggest this.
"Did sothing happen to Gloria Galloway or Samantha Sullivan?"
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