Alaric Faulkner said aningfully, "These are Mrs. Faulkner’s wedding jewelry, so naturally, I should help Mrs. Faulkner put them on."
After putting them on, he extended his long arm and pulled Eleanor Sterling into his embrace.
His large hand caressed Eleanor’s cute little earlobe, smiling enigmatically, "And here as well, it needs to be adorned."
When Eleanor felt his touch, she couldn’t help but shiver. She pushed Alaric’s hand away, scoffing, "Stop it."
Alaric gently lifted his chin, pointing at the jewelry, "Pack these up. I’ll have soone buy a set of zircon for Faye Sterling."
Hearing this, Eleanor laughed.
She poked Alaric’s chest with her finger, "If Faye finds out you’re not even willing to give her a set of jewelry, she’d probably be very upset."
Upon hearing this, a cold, sharp light flashed in Alaric’s deep eyes, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips.
"Faye tricked for seven years, played like a fool. Do you think I should still give her jewelry?"
Eleanor wasn’t that kind-hearted; she was rely teasing.
She closed the box of jewelry.
"If it’s not going to be used, it saves so trouble. I might keep it; it could appreciate in value soday."
Alaric observed Eleanor’s little miserly deanor, a scorching heat in his eyes.
He adored every aspect of Eleanor.
Loved her so deeply, he wished he could rge her into his body, making her a part of himself.
Alaric’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he said slowly, "Now that Yvette Ray’s matter has concluded well, should we celebrate?"
Eleanor hadn’t noticed anything odd earlier, but now hearing his aningful tone,
And seeing him look at her with such a profound gaze, her heart fluttered with panic.
She felt like a little rabbit being eyed by a predator, at risk of falling into a trap at any mont.
Eleanor’s instinct was right.
Seeing Alaric approach step by step, she swallowed, "Hey! Don’t co closer; this is the office."
"We can unlock the office," he retorted.
"..."
Eleanor had nowhere to escape to, ultimately surrendering obediently, forced to unlock the office with Alaric.
...
Eleanor dragged her achy body back to the dical school, feeling a bit of a headache. With Alaric’s strong demands, she wondered how to manage in the future.
"Eleanor, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Stella Hawthorne’s voice sounded in her ear, startling Eleanor.
She smiled awkwardly, her hand moving slowly from her waist to her neck.
"No, just a little stiff neck."
Stella, who was relatively innocent, did not think along other lines, even after she and Xander Lawson had that incident.
She said, "Eleanor, I heard Giselle Keating has started treating Mr. Hayes, and many people are coming to see how she’s doing it."
ntioning that dim-witted heiress, a cold gleam flashed in Eleanor’s eyes.
Giselle is a pharmacist, so what else could she do but prescribe dicine to sustain him?
It’s not that Eleanor looked down on Giselle, but she had already diagnosed Mr. Hayes’s condition and was ready for surgery.
But the Hayes Family insisted on doing things their way, so let them.
Anyway, if anything goes wrong, Giselle will have to take the bla.
"Really? So what did Giselle say?"
Stella stroked her chin, contemplating for a mont, "She seed to agree and said she would organize interested dical school students to learn."
Eleanor curved her lips into a smile.
"Great, let’s see how Giselle, the ’Genius Pharmacist’, works her ’miracles’ on Mr. Hayes’s condition."
Hearing this, Stella eagerly said, "Eleanor, do you want to go too?"
"Then I’ll sign us up. I know the student managing the registration, and she said there are a few spots left."
Eleanor didn’t refuse; instead, her enthusiasm was high as she chuckled, "Sure, let’s go together."
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