Chapter 498: Chapter 498

Eleanor Sterling had long known that Alaric Faulkner had thick skin. She thought she had gotten used to it, but realized she had overestimated herself.

"Be serious!" Eleanor scolded.

"In what way am I not serious? Is calling me ’husband’ not serious? What if I wanted to do even more serious things to you?"

As Alaric spoke, his gaze lingered over her, making Eleanor feel as if she was being teased just by his look.

She was a bit flustered, "Close your eyes."

Alaric’s eyes darkened, and he obediently closed them, "Eleanor, what do you want to do?"

His hands propped behind him, his body lazily leaning back, revealing his exquisite collarbones.

Like a magnificent sculpture, his handsome features seemed to be God’s most perfect creation.

Eleanor originally just thought his gaze was too straightforward, so she asked him to close his eyes, not expecting Alaric to actually comply.

Her gaze fell on his lips.

The man’s lips had a hint of natural blush, looking quite kissable.

For some reason, Eleanor felt an overwhelming urge to get closer.

She seemed to be bewitched, moving towards him and stopping just in front of him.

Alaric, with his eyes closed, had sharply heightened senses. He could feel Eleanor approaching, and even sense her slight nervousness each time she hesitated.

Even though it wasn’t their first kiss, every time before, it was he who initiated and pressed the kiss on Eleanor. Chapters first released on novel⸺fire.net

Her taking the initiative was a first.

Eleanor reached out, covering his eyes with her hand, then lowered her head to kiss his lips.

Her kiss was different from Alaric’s dominant and assertive style, soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, irresistible once one indulged in it.

Eleanor felt Alaric want to open his eyes, his long eyelashes brushing against her palm, tickling her slightly.

Alaric’s Adam’s apple moved, and he reached up to the back of her head, deepening the kiss...

The medical conference arrived in no time.

This time the conference was hosted by Lyria, with the International Medical Alliance as the major organizing body, gathering all its important members.

Including the highest authority in the Alliance, Ronan Keating, Giselle Keating’s fifth brother.

Giselle Keating, holding Ronan Keating’s arm, said playfully, "Fifth brother, I found someone intending to plagiarize another’s pharmacological research and publish it under their name."

Ronan Keating frowned, "Who is it?"

"Fifth brother, don’t worry about it. I’ve already found that pharmacist and brought him here.

I will personally expose that person’s true face at the conference. You must help me!"

Ronan nodded, "Alright, I won’t sit idly by and let such a person receive acclaim, don’t worry."

After getting Ronan’s assurance, Giselle Keating smirked proudly.

Eleanor Sterling bringing others’ medication to publish?

Then she would let her be exposed in public, turning her into everyone’s laughing stock.

If she misappropriated someone else’s name, even Alaric Faulkner wouldn’t be able to intervene, and once her reputation was tarnished, she would be shunned by everyone in the circle.

"Ronan." A soft feminine voice called out.

Giselle Keating looked up to see a slender woman approaching.

She was dressed in the latest seasonal fashion, her physique perfectly tall and slender, her legs long and slender.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face bright and beautiful, with fair skin and a noble demeanor of a wealthy heiress.

"Sister-in-law, are you with my brother at the medical conference this year?"

Giselle Keating appeared familiar, warmly greeting her.

"Yes, I just happened to have a short break, so I came along."

Giselle Keating gave an ambiguous smile, "I see, you’re always flying around shooting films, not having much time for my brother. You’re getting married next year; you need to nurture your relationship well."

Claire Truman lightly tapped her on the forehead, her gaze at Ronan Keating holding a hint of shyness.