In the early morning, the automatic curtains opened, and the brilliant sunlight poured into the room, instantly filling it with warmth.
Alaric Faulkner leaned against the headboard, looking at Eleanor Sterling, who was still asleep beside him, feeling a wave of satisfaction.
Even though he’d been up all night, he was full of energy and didn’t feel tired at all. In fact, he felt like he could go another round.
But Eleanor Sterling was too exhausted; she had been worn out and was sleeping very soundly.
As Eleanor slept, her exquisite face had a faint blush, and on her skin below were marks of their night of wild passion.
Alaric’s large hand gently caressed her back, and Eleanor woke up imdiately, raising her head to et Alaric’s deep gaze.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" he asked softly.
Eleanor shook her head.
She wasn’t that fragile.
There was nowhere uncomfortable. He was very considerate of her feelings, so it actually felt quite good.
But being turned over and over by him did feel exhausting, she didn’t even want to move.
"President Faulkner, you’ve finally gotten your wish. Can we go back to Lyria now?"
Although Eleanor was happy, she hadn’t forgotten that her good friend Yvette Ray was still being held by Ronan Keating, and she needed to help her.
"Just two more days."
Alaric felt it wasn’t nearly enough. How could he bear to end it so soon?
Hearing Alaric ask her to wait two more days, Eleanor knew exactly what he was thinking.
A man who had just tasted the forbidden fruit was never satisfied with just one night.
She imdiately tried to get up and leave.
"Then I’ll go back by myself."
Unexpectedly, before her feet touched the ground, she was pulled back and trapped on the bed.
"Eleanor, stay with for two more days, and I promise to go with you to Lyria afterwards, okay?"
Alaric’s low voice sounded by her ear, with a hint of pitiful pleading.
Eleanor glared at him a bit angrily, yet couldn’t help but soften her heart.
Alaric, seeing her pouty look, couldn’t help but smile.
"Then I’ll take that as a yes."
He kissed her earlobe, got out of bed, and put on a shirt. "Get up, let’s have breakfast and I’ll take you out for so fun."
Although Eleanor was tired, the idea of going out imdiately energized her.
Breakfast was delivered to the room by the service staff, and after washing up, they enjoyed a pleasant breakfast together.
Post al, Alaric took Eleanor to an adventure amusent park.
It was the first ti they went out to play together.
They didn’t use any privileges, choosing instead to experience the fun of ordinary people along with the other visitors.
At the entrance, Alaric took out his phone, held her head, kissed her, and pressed the capture button.
In an instant, a close, envy-inducing couple’s photo was born.
Eleanor, slightly displeased, looked at it and frowned, "I didn’t expect President Faulkner to have such a hobby."
Alaric grinned, "I want to tell everyone that you’re mine."
Then he opened the WeChat interface, making Eleanor even more curious.
She was surprised, "You use WeChat too?"
Upon seeing Alaric’s black avatar, Eleanor’s expression beca sowhat aningful.
"So that mysterious person was you!"
She hadn’t expected that the mysterious person who suddenly appeared to help her before was actually Alaric.
Alaric embraced her, "Eleanor, you post it too."
This man had suddenly beco a bit childish, wanting to use this thod to announce to everyone that Eleanor Sterling belonged to him.
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