In the evening, Faye Sterling’s door was knocked on.
She opened the door and saw Susan Langley standing outside. Faye Sterling asked, "Mother-in-law, is there sothing you need?"
Susan Langley entered the room and locked the door behind her.
"Faye, since you’ve already moved in, why haven’t you thought of a way to get Alaric interested in you? That woman Eleanor Sterling has already moved into his room."
Faye Sterling’s expression turned sowhat grim.
It’s not that she hasn’t tried, it’s just Alaric Faulkner has completely ignored her, what else could she do.
"You need to find a way to make Alaric fall for you. If necessary, you can use so special ans, this way, he’ll quickly forget about Eleanor."
Susan Langley seed determined to oppose Matron Faulkner, since Matron Faulkner liked Eleanor Sterling, she decided to support Faye Sterling instead.
But she forgot, in the past several years, Alaric Faulkner hadn’t even glanced at Faye Sterling, how could he possibly fall for her overnight.
"You must go to Alaric’s room tonight, you absolutely can’t let Eleanor have the upper hand." Susan Langley spoke bluntly.
Faye Sterling’s expression stiffened, she nervously adjusted her clothes, "Mother-in-law, I haven’t been feeling well these past few days."
In fact, she had just been with Aaron Underwood, and in her obliviousness, there were many ambiguous marks on her body.
She absolutely couldn’t let Alaric Faulkner see them, or she would be in big trouble, so she couldn’t show up in front of him now.
Susan Langley thought Faye Sterling was referring to her period, felt a bit disappointed, and said, "Alright, if that’s the case, take care of yourself first, we can talk when you’re better."
Faye Sterling nodded, "Mm, don’t worry, Mother-in-law, I will do my best."
Only then did Susan Langley turn around and leave, satisfied.
After closing the door, Faye Sterling’s eyes darkened, tomorrow Eleanor Sterling wouldn’t have it so easy.
...
Inside the room.
Alaric Faulkner had just finished his shower. He walked up to Eleanor Sterling and said naturally, "Your turn."
Eleanor Sterling looked at Alaric Faulkner’s half-open bathrobe, exposing his firm, honey-colored chest, feeling her blood rushing faster.
Though she had shared a bed with him before, why did it suddenly feel different now?
Eleanor Sterling clutched her clothes and hesitantly entered the bathroom.
When she ca out, she saw Alaric Faulkner leaning against the headboard, clearly waiting for her.
Eleanor Sterling pretended to act nonchalantly and walked over, lifting the covers to lie beside him.
It’s just sharing a bed, it’s not like they hadn’t done it before.
Although she no longer rembered the last experience, things between them weren’t that simple either.
With this thought, she managed to calm herself down a bit.
From the corner of his eye, Alaric Faulkner could already see Eleanor Sterling’s conflicted expression. His eyebrows moved slightly as he turned over and pulled Eleanor into his embrace.
Eleanor Sterling was taken aback, "What are you doing?"
She could clearly feel her heart racing, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
"If you keep moving, I can’t promise I won’t do sothing."
In fact, Alaric Faulkner was already moved, feeling as if a fire was burning through his veins.
But both he and Eleanor Sterling knew there was an issue between them.
Alaric Faulkner didn’t ntion it, and Eleanor Sterling didn’t vocalize it. They maintained a mutual understanding, only to satisfy an unspoken longing.
Even so, they couldn’t help but be drawn to each other, like moths to a fla...
Eleanor Sterling indeed stopped stirring. She leaned against him, inhaling his familiar scent, and slowly fell asleep.
Alaric Faulkner tightened his arms around her, holding her a bit closer. He would clear the obstacles between them, and one day they would truly be together.
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