Chapter 232: Chapter 232

Estelle Sterling and Caleb Faulkner stood side by side, heads drooping like quails, their small eyes glancing at Alaric Faulkner, not daring to speak rashly.

On this end, Elijah Hayes directly called Charles Chapman’s phone.

"Charles, did the Second Young Master leave the banquet venue?"

"Yeah, he felt a bit unwell and asked me to take him back. Is there something wrong?" Charles replied.

"You..." Before Elijah could finish speaking, Alaric Faulkner snatched the phone.

"Where the hell did Jasper Faulkner go?"

Hearing Alaric’s furious voice, Charles shuddered, his voice trembling.

"The se... second young master, he, he went... went back to Bellerive Estates."

Hearing this answer, the anger in Alaric Faulkner’s eyes intensified, and he gritted his teeth, asking, "Did he take someone back?"

"Yes... he took a woman."

Charles was more afraid of Alaric Faulkner than Jasper Faulkner at this moment. Even through the phone, he could feel Alaric’s rage, making his soul tremble.

Alaric angrily hung up the phone.

He stood up suddenly but inadvertently pulled the wound that had just healed not long ago, causing him to take a sharp, cold breath from the pain. This update is available on n0velfire.net

"Go to Bellerive Estates."

At this time, Alaric’s phone rang, and when he picked it up, it was Jasper Faulkner calling.

He swiftly answered, with no extra chatter, directly asking, "Did you take Eleanor Sterling away?"

Jasper Faulkner’s voice was deep, with a seductive tone, easily conjuring unpleasant images.

"Don’t touch her," Alaric gritted his teeth, his eyes red.

His breathing was rapid, unsure if anything had happened between them while he was busy cleaning up the mess for Eleanor.

If it really was like that...

Alaric didn’t want to think further.

The fists by his side clenched, and his whole demeanor exuded a destructive rage.

"I haven’t seen Eleanor Sterling," Jasper said.

Alaric was shocked, "What?"

"I haven’t seen her," Jasper repeated.

Alaric opened his mouth, and joy filled his heart.

What he feared hadn’t happened, and Eleanor hadn’t left with Jasper.

Alaric hung up the phone immediately.

The two little ones couldn’t hear him anymore. They cautiously looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Did Mommy really leave with Uncle Two?"

Hearing this, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, they didn’t have to acknowledge Jasper Faulkner as daddy, nor call Alaric Faulkner uncle.

"Since Eleanor didn’t leave with Jasper, she must still be in the hotel. Find her!"

Elijah felt troubled and said, "President Faulkner, this hotel has nearly a thousand rooms. It’s really hard to find."

Estelle tried calling Hazel Langley again, but still couldn’t get through.

Alaric’s eyes darkened, "Check the surveillance footage."

They all headed to the surveillance room together and quickly found the footage from the time just before.

They saw Hazel helping Eleanor into a room, and then she left after more than ten minutes.

Estelle Sterling exclaimed softly, muttering, "Hazel already left? Then why can’t we reach her?"

After confirming the room, Alaric headed there immediately.

At the door, he told Elijah, "Take the two kids back to the Faulkner Family first."

Seeing that it was Alaric who went to find Eleanor, Estelle and Caleb felt relieved.

Originally, they were planning to set him up with Eleanor, and maybe the plan wasn’t a failure yet.

The two cooperated and left with Elijah.

Alaric used a spare key card to open the door, and after scanning the room, he didn’t see Eleanor on the bed.

He strode to the bathroom.

Sure enough, he found her in the bathtub, her eyes tightly closed, with several needles inserted into her wrist.

He stepped forward, pulled out the needles, lifted her out of the bathtub,

Grabbed a towel, wrapped her in it, and then placed her on the bed.

As he let go, Eleanor reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, actively kissing him on the cheek.

Alaric was taken aback, as it was her first time being so proactive, even though she was not in her right mind.

Maintaining a bent position, he didn’t move, allowing her to freely act on his face.

His back had been aching slightly already, and now such a posture was undoubtedly a test for him.

She kissed him without any method, yet it sparked his blood to quicken throughout his body.

In response, she hummed a few notes.

Her passion was fiercer than fire, and he couldn’t resist, only accommodating her by entangling with her.

Before long, Alaric was pained back to consciousness from his state of confusion.

With a dark face, he cursed, damn!

The wound hurt a lot.

At this moment, if he went another step further, Eleanor would be his, but just when something had to go wrong.

He suspected that if he continued, it might cost him his life over Eleanor.

The future was long; there was no need to take advantage of her when she was in this state.

He could wait for Eleanor to willingly give herself to him.

Alaric looked into Eleanor’s face; her eyes were hazy, unfocused, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips, freshly kissed and swollen, shimmered with moisture.

Feeling he couldn’t hold back any longer, he slightly pushed Eleanor aside, pulling out his phone to call Dylan Lawson.

"You have ten minutes. Bring your tools and come to The Five-Star Azure Wave Hotel."

Dylan was shocked, "What? The Azure Wave Hotel is on Dongfeng Road, and I live in Westlake Estate. Even if I fly, I can’t make it that fast."

"Fifteen minutes," Alaric generously added five minutes for him.

Without waiting for Dylan to speak further, he hung up directly, unwilling to listen to a curse.

After Eleanor kissed Alaric, the discomfort in her body eased a lot, and she kept trying to move closer to him.

Feeling tormented almost to the brink, with the warm and soft beauty right before him, yet he couldn’t touch her.

He grabbed the quilt from the bed and wrapped Eleanor into a cocoon, then held her down to stop her from moving.

Eleanor tried to struggle but found it was fruitless.

She panted and twisted, her body already hot, wrapped up making her face redder, even breaking into a sweat on her forehead.

But Alaric couldn’t let her go.

Damn, did this thing really last so long aftereffect-wise?

The last time Alaric had been hit once, almost fell into Faye Sterling’s trap.

He knew how excruciating it felt being affected by this stuff.

Eleanor was likely suffering immensely now; even through the quilt, he could feel the heat radiating from her body.

Gnashing his teeth, Alaric called Dylan again, "Are you here yet?"

"I’m at the door. What’s the rush? Is it your wound acting up? I’ve told you before, your injury hasn’t healed, you shouldn’t have left the hospital, yet you refused to listen..."

Not wanting to listen to Dylan ramble, Alaric hung up again.

A knock sounded at the door, and Alaric glanced at Eleanor, thinking that if he let her go now, she might do something rash.

Half-dragging, half-holding her, he went to open the door.

Behind the door, Dylan saw Alaric holding a large white quilt, with Eleanor’s flushed little head sticking out, leaving him gaping in shock.

"Whoa, what’s going on here?"