Chapter 200: Chapter 200

In the apartment, Estelle Sterling was playing video games.

The doorbell rang, and he tossed aside the controller to open the door. Upon seeing the person outside, he was slightly surprised.

"Uncle Micah, what brings you here?"

"Is your mom here? I have something to discuss with her." Micah Moss spoke with a warm smile.

It was actually about the recent press conference, something he could have chatted about with Eleanor Sterling over the phone.

But he wanted to say it face-to-face, to get closer to her and increase their opportunities to interact, though he didn’t expect Eleanor to be out.

Estelle replied, "Oh, Sister Eleanor went to deliver food to Alaric Faulkner. She’ll be back soon."

Hearing that Eleanor was delivering food to Alaric, Micah’s eyes flashed.

He hesitated and asked, "Xing, do you know which hospital President Faulkner is in? I’d like to visit him."

Last time, he had mentioned to Eleanor that he wanted to thank Alaric on behalf of Estelle and herself. Eleanor had said that Alaric just had surgery and it was inconvenient.

But many days had passed, and Eleanor hadn’t brought it up again. Plus, he was busy with the jewelry launch, and it got postponed.

Estelle knew Micah had other thoughts about Eleanor, so taking him to the hospital to see Alaric and Eleanor would also serve to dash his hopes.

"Sure, Uncle Micah, I’ll take you."

In the hospital ward.

Eleanor glared at Alaric with an angry expression.

She had brought the food, yet this shameless man wanted her to feed him personally.

"Food tastes exceptionally good when you feed me." The shameless man declared unabashedly.

Eleanor couldn’t help but wish to tear him apart.

Reluctantly, she picked up the chopsticks, brought a bite of food to his lips.

Alaric grinned, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

Eleanor couldn’t deal with him. The idea that she would cave in to him made him extremely happy.

Seeing Alaric’s fox-like grin, Eleanor shifted her gaze. When he opened his mouth to take a bite, she raised the chopsticks higher.

Refusing to let him eat.

Glaring coldly at Alaric, Eleanor warned him, "Don’t move, your wound hasn’t healed yet."

Alaric’s eyes flashed with helplessness, but he said tenderly, "Okay, I won’t move."

Only then, Eleanor graciously offered the chopsticks again, but just when Alaric opened his mouth again, she slightly elevated them once more.

Watching Alaric like a fish in her hands, desperate to bite the bait, Eleanor couldn’t help but smile. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel★fire.net

The anger from Alaric’s earlier threat dissipated quite a bit.

Serves him right for being so shameless.

"Okay, stop teasing. Eat up." Eleanor once again brought the food to his lips.

Alaric’s eyes deepened, suddenly reaching out to grip her waist firmly.

The next second, Eleanor found herself pressed against the hospital bed, Alaric’s handsome face hovering above her.

His deeply penetrating eyes, fixed intently on Eleanor.

"Teasing me?" he asked.

"You threatened me, let go." Eleanor struggled slightly.

Alaric whispered, "Don’t move, my wound hasn’t healed yet."

This time, repeating what Eleanor had just said to him, now using it to counter her.

Eleanor held back her anger, glaring fiercely at Alaric.

This damn shameless man.

Seeing Eleanor fuming, Alaric’s heart stirred, and he lowered his head to give her lips a gentle peck.

A kiss devoid of passion, yet it carried an intimate ambiguity that made one’s heart flutter.

Like a faint electric current, coursing through the heart, spreading to every limb and bone.

Alaric: "A nice appetizer before the meal."