Chapter 513: Chapter 513

Alaric Faulkner’s face was dark as he said, "This is Fenrir’s usual trick. I just discovered that the bomb was fake."

After guessing who was behind it, Alaric saw through the bomb problem.

Eleanor Sterling stayed silent for a moment, then, as if snapping back to reality, she angrily said, "Then why did you kiss me for so long just now!"

Is he really not going to miss any chance to take advantage of her?

Alaric glanced at Eleanor’s dissatisfied look and chuckled lightly, "What you said earlier, say it again."

"I forgot." Eleanor snorted softly.

"Then remember it, and I’ll untie the ropes for you." Alaric smirked mischievously, his expression laden with meaning.

In the end, Alaric didn’t dare to do that and honestly untied Eleanor’s ropes.

As soon as she was free, Alaric picked her up, holding her like an adult holds a child, supporting her by the hips.

Today, Eleanor was wearing a skirt, and with that movement, her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing a long expanse of smooth, jade-like leg.

"What are you doing?"

Was he planning to carry her out ? How embarrassing if someone saw!

Eleanor struggled, but his iron-like grip trapped her, and she couldn’t break free for a long time.

Alaric didn’t speak, just looked at her with eyes burning like several fires, making Eleanor feel as if she was about to be devoured by him.

Earlier, when he overheard Eleanor planning to leave, alongside his anger and rage, there was also a bit of fear.

Fear that Eleanor would genuinely leave.

But just now she responded to him, finally willing to nod, didn’t that mean she wouldn’t think about leaving him anymore?

Alaric’s dark eyes looked at Eleanor, asking in a deep voice, "Still thinking about running away?"

Eleanor was stunned, her eyes widened, and a sliver of panic crept into her heart.

Could it be... did Alaric find out she was trying to escape him?

But how could she possibly admit it?

With an innocent face, Eleanor’s voice was crisp as she said, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Alaric coldly laughed, this woman saying one thing and meaning another.

However, since she’d confessed, she wouldn’t entertain any inappropriate thoughts anymore.

Alaric squinted, about to speak.

Fearing he’d settle scores later, Eleanor quickly leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, trying to divert his attention.

"We just survived a disaster, shouldn’t we be celebrating instead of thinking about messy things?"

The gentle and light kisses tickled like feathers brushing across the heart,

suddenly making Alaric feel heated.

He clasped the back of her head, taking control, his agile tongue sweeping in like a storm, leaving her defenseless.

"President Faulkner, here..."

A voice interrupted their sweet moment; Alaric released Eleanor and turned his head.

It was Ronan Keating standing at the doorway, looking a bit awkward, unsure whether to come in or back out.

He’d already had everyone gathered in one place and sealed all the exits there, preparing to conduct a search.

Seeing no sign of a bomb explosion, Ronan knew Alaric had successfully defused it.

He thought they might recognize the perpetrator this time, so he had come over to inquire, only to stumble upon this ambiguous scene.

Alaric’s expression was displeased as he asked, "How is it?"

"I have all the people controlled, waiting for you to find the culprit."

Alaric sneered, "There’s no need. You won’t catch him; since he already has a plan, he won’t let himself be easily caught."

Ronan was a bit puzzled, "President Faulkner, do you know who it is?"

"An old friend." Alaric’s expression held a dark glint of impending storm. Google seaʀᴄh Novᴇl_Fire(.)net

Since Fenrir dared to show up again, then he shouldn’t blame Alaric for being ruthless.