Chapter 522: Chapter 522

Jean Nash raised an eyebrow lightly, what did they mean by she was doing it on purpose?

The two were legally cohabitating now, and this person was about to get a divorce. His future wife would be her, so was there something wrong with her exercising her rights?

Hugo Quinn didn’t wait for her to answer and glanced at the current time; it was already very late.

"Go back to your own room."

His face showed no expression, his outline was cold and hard.

Jean Nash remained silent. Even though she lived under the same roof with this man, he had no interest in her physically. Even after she had actively offered herself several times, she was indifferently pushed away. As a woman, her pride was somewhat hurt. Orıginal content can be found at NoveI(F)ire.net

"Hugo Quinn, you’ve already divorced Eleanor Hollis. She’s signed the divorce papers, and now I’m your girlfriend, and I’ll be your wife in the future. Have you ever heard of newlyweds living apart?"

Hugo Quinn turned around, a slight cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

"If I remember correctly, this was agreed by you. Whether or not I’ll touch you is for me to decide."

Jean Nash’s face showed a hint of dissatisfaction. She was the daughter of Grand General Nash. Whether abroad or in the country, there was no shortage of suitors, countless men eager to be by her side. Yet, this single act of initiative was actually rejected.

She gritted her teeth, her fingers hanging at her sides curled slightly.

"Eventually, we’ll have a relationship. You can’t just keep avoiding me ."

Hugo Quinn didn’t want to entangle with her more and had already turned away.

"Then let’s talk about it after we get married. You know I’m concerned about Marcus right now and don’t have the heart for anything else."

Jean Nash proactively hugged his waist, her face with a trace of flattery.

"Don’t worry, the Nash Family’s medical team is already working on treating Marcus. I believe there will be results soon. Don’t be anxious."

There was a fleeting look in Hugo Quinn’s eyes; he faintly replied "Hmm," making it obvious he wanted her to leave.

Jean Nash also knew better than to press too hard, or it would only cause disgust.

She turned around to leave the room, thought of something, held the door handle, and spoke.

"As long as you promise me not to contact Eleanor Hollis during this period, my team will do everything to heal Marcus. Hugo Quinn, you know that currently internationally, only my team is familiar with such a condition. As Marcus’s father, you shouldn’t actively destroy his chances of recovery."

Hugo Quinn said nothing. He listened to the room door closing, his gaze deepening somewhat.

He didn’t like being threatened, but to save Marcus, he had to submit to others for the time being.

Thinking about the previous phone call with Eleanor Hollis, he was a bit worried. Was that fool crying now? This was all his fault to her.

He took out his phone, sighed, and realized Jean Nash was watching him too closely. If he tried to contact Eleanor Hollis, she would surely know.

During this period, he had also come to understand Jean Nash’s temper. She was very willful, afraid of nothing and nobody.

Grand General Nash held unparalleled influence in the country; their ancestors were even hailed as one of the nine founding heroes, forming a great family in politics.

As the cherished daughter of Grand General Nash, Jean Nash’s temper was proud from a young age.

He put down the phone. As long as Marcus was cured soon, he could bring Eleanor Hollis back, and then he would personally go to the Nash Family to apologize, hoping Old Master Nash would forgive him.

Hugo Quinn thought it through carefully, but Marcus’s condition was complicated. The medical team took over half a month just to study the plan.

He was anxious and hadn’t gone to the company during this time, hoping Marcus would get better soon.

Eleanor Hollis had been staying at the Hollis Family for the past half month. Initially, she was indeed uncomfortable, unable to sleep through the night. Closing her eyes, all she saw was Hugo Quinn’s face. But as time went by, the pain seemed less intense.

Dylan Dawson’s body had completely recovered. He repeatedly asked her if she wanted to go abroad with him.

If it had been earlier, Eleanor Hollis would have gone with him without hesitation. But she wasn’t naive; she could see Dylan Dawson had some feelings for her, and she couldn’t reciprocate. Why give hope right at the start?

"Sorry, I want to stay in Serenford."

That’s been her constant answer, but Dylan Dawson was determined to take her away, lingering at the Hollis Family without wanting to go elsewhere.

Eleanor Hollis’s phone rang. She had been avoiding external problems during this time until this call came in.

It was once again Samantha Sullivan, who had been insisting on meeting her, though Eleanor Hollis wasn’t in the mood to address the answers Samantha wanted.

"Hugo Quinn and Jean Nash are getting engaged next month, Eleanor. You’re really not going to try and stop it?"

Samantha Sullivan spoke worriedly. She and Evan Yancy had gone through so much to stay together. How could everyone accept the breakup of steady Eleanor Hollis and Hugo Quinn?

Getting engaged next month...

It was after seeing the news online that she realized Jean Nash’s significant background as Grand General Nash’s granddaughter, who held a very high status in the country. His photo even hung in households.

Once her background was revealed online, everyone started praising her.

"A perfect match, meant to be."

"Class and status aren’t so easy to break down; Eleanor Hollis won’t have any chance in this lifetime."

"Marrying into a rich family was a mistake; Cinderella should remain Cinderella."

Eleanor Hollis looked at the overwhelmingly negative comments online, her lips curling.

Actually, she wasn’t even Cinderella.

"Eleanor Hollis, how long do you plan to stay in Serenford? Hugo Quinn is about to get engaged, why won’t you give up?"

Dylan Dawson appeared behind her with a cup of goji tea, gloating.

As Hugo Quinn and that woman grew sweeter, his chances increased.

"If you’re planning to go abroad, then go by yourself. Don’t keep lingering in my place."

Dylan Dawson raised an eyebrow, lowered his head, and blew into the hot brew.

"What are you talking about? We’ve stuck through tough times more than once. Besides, staying here is to save you; just agree to go with me, and we can leave now."

He kept tempting Eleanor Hollis to go abroad with him and never return.

But Eleanor Hollis was too rational to give any hope once she rejected such feelings from the beginning.

"I still feel like things with him aren’t over yet. Engagement isn’t until next month, besides it’s just an engagement, not a wedding."

Her demeanor was calm; she had already adjusted her mindset during this time.

Dylan Dawson felt frustrated at her obstinacy; it wasn’t just Hugo Quinn in this world; why was she so fixated?