Chapter 513: Chapter 513
Eleanor Hollis felt a bit deflated, leaning against the wall for a while.
Soon, someone knocked on the hospital room door, and Hugo Quinn walked in.
Eleanor’s expression instantly changed, suddenly feeling exhausted, she glanced at him weakly without speaking.
"I know you’re not in a good mood, Eleanor, don’t be , come back with me, your dark circles are heavy, go back and get a good night’s sleep."
Eleanor indeed wasn’t in a good mood, on the verge of collapse, even though she kept convincing herself that Hugo was looking for that one-night stand woman just to save Marcus, but people are not made of stone, how could she not be shaken by the malicious speculations online.
Now, as soon as she closed her eyes, the video would appear in her mind, Hugo’s descent and roaring, like a spell that she couldn’t shake off.
"Why did you come looking for me?"
She said weakly, getting up to push him out.
"Go out, I told you I was going to stay here tonight."
Hugo’s face darkened even more, he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for days, and at this moment, he had little patience.
Plus, he understood Dylan Dawson’s feelings for Eleanor and knew she would stay here, making him feel even worse.
"Eleanor, if you have any complaints, you can tell me, there’s no need to do these things to provoke me."
Annoyed, his tone was somewhat heavy.
Eleanor’s eyes instantly reddened, taking a deep breath.
"Hugo, being with you is too painful, kidnapping, targeting, assassination, I’ve experienced it all, I’m just an ordinary woman, wanting an ordinary romance, not to have our love life paraded online, becoming everyone’s joke. Perhaps, I shouldn’t have known you in the first place. If I hadn’t met you, Grandma wouldn’t have died, Gloria wouldn’t have died, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have longed for the warmth you gave me, it’s all my fault..."
The more she spoke, the darker Hugo’s face became. So, is it now that this person regrets being with him?
He hoarsely called out these two words, but Eleanor had already turned away.
"You only bring me trouble, stay away from me, let me have some peace."
Hugo felt like his mind was buzzing; he truly didn’t expect Eleanor would say such words.
His face turned pale, frozen in place.
"Is that really how you feel?"
With every word he uttered, he felt a bit more hollow inside.
Eleanor’s body stiffened for a moment, but she eventually closed her eyes slowly,
The last trace of color drained from Hugo’s face; he quietly turned away, not trying to hold her back.
Only when she heard the footsteps gradually fade did Eleanor lower her head, tears falling to the ground in large drops.
The pain was too much; who could tell her why being together with someone could be so painful.
She cried for a while, wiping away the tears on her face, then sat quietly on the single sofa beside her, curling up and drifting off into sleep.
In her dream, she saw the familiar room number, content from the video. She knew it was a dream, wanting to wake up quickly.
She didn’t want to watch Hugo entangled with another woman, but everything in the dream was beyond her control.
She shouted, utterly in vain, pushed by a mysterious force, compelled to stand before the bed.
It was Hugo’s voice and his perfect body, rising and falling on that woman’s body.
Eleanor closed her eyes, not daring to look anymore. She had to be bewitched, to dream of the video’s content.
She wanted to wake up quickly, but the dream was so long.
The sounds from over there had ended; she didn’t dare turn her head, but a voice inside told her, perhaps if she turned, she could see what the woman looked like—if she found that woman, Marcus’s illness would get better.
Thinking this, she clenched her hand, slowly turning her head.
A woman’s face entered her mind; she had seen her before, it was Claire Shaw.
Eleanor found it absurd, lowering her head with a wry smile. That woman wouldn’t be Claire Shaw, definitely wouldn’t be her.
She had an inexplicable aversion to Claire Shaw, absolutely didn’t want that woman to be her.
She hurriedly bit her tongue, and as expected, woke up quickly.
She was still in the hospital, Dylan still asleep, and thinking of the departed Hugo, pangs of pain hit Eleanor’s heart.
It was the first big argument they had, before they always understood each other, who would’ve thought it would end up .
Day quickly arrived; she called the doctor to ask when Dylan might wake up.
"Miss Hollis, we can’t be certain; at the latest ten days to a half month, at the quickest two to three days. This gentleman has a strong will to survive and won’t be asleep for too long."
Eleanor nodded, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
She took out her phone, wanting to call Hugo, the words she said last night were thoughtless, wanting to apologize, but the moment she dialed, she hung up, suddenly feeling that they were better off now, each calming down.
She washed her face, and decided to go out for breakfast.
But just as she reached downstairs, she saw Hugo’s car parked there.
Her heart trembled, and a thought instantly rushed into her mind.
She hurried over; the car window wasn’t fully closed. Through the crack, she saw Hugo curled up on the seat, sleeping soundly. He must have been too tired, his face full of exhaustion.
Did he not leave last night?
Eleanor slowly covered her mouth, afraid her heart would jump out of it.
She tremblingly opened the car door; it wasn’t locked. This person was too careless.
Hugo seemed to sense someone approaching, furrowing his brows slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Eleanor sitting beside him.
He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
Ordinarily, this man was always serious, meticulous, but today, his suit was disheveled, he had grown a stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot, not looking at all like the decisive CEO of Grandeur.
"Didn’t you go back last night?"
Eleanor felt even more stifled inside; this man seemed to have completely won her over. Seeing him made her more uncomfortable than anyone. Check latest chapters at novel-fire.ɴet
"You didn’t return, so why would I? I can’t sleep without you by my side."
Hugo’s voice was faint, glancing at her sideways, noticing the unpleasant expression on her face.
"What kind of expression is that, a smile or a cry?"
Eleanor glared at him angrily, not speaking, and fastened the seatbelt beside her.
"Are you deliberately making me feel bad? Hugo, how can you be so insidious?"