Chapter 551: Chapter 551

Alaric Faulkner sat up and pulled Eleanor Sterling into his arms, whispering softly, "Eleanor, if you truly don’t forgive me, then death is the only way I can atone."

He felt filthy all over, but now he was more afraid of Eleanor being angry and then not wanting him.

Alaric Faulkner didn’t know how to explain, or what to do, to make Eleanor unpack her feelings.

Eleanor Sterling scoffed softly, still aware enough to confess?

She pushed him away, frustrated, and snorted, "Go away."

Seeing Eleanor’s attitude, Alaric Faulkner’s heart instantly sank to the bottom.

He could only cling to her tightly, refusing to let go. Letting Eleanor go now, he estimated he would lose her.

Alaric Faulkner held the back of her head, his burning kiss landing on her lips.

Eleanor Sterling didn’t expect Alaric Faulkner to be awake, let alone acting this way. She now even wondered if he was still under the influence of the drugs.

"Not enough." Alaric Faulkner held tightly to Eleanor Sterling, not daring to let go, as if this was the only way to feel a little more secure.

Eleanor Sterling pried his hands open.

"Keep pestering me, and I’ll be angry." She glared at him with a hint of warning.

Alaric Faulkner hesitated for a moment and didn’t dare to irritate her further, wanting to wait for her anger to subside before speaking.

Since Alaric Faulkner was awake, Eleanor Sterling felt relieved. She needed to deal with Faye Sterling now and didn’t have time to tangle with him here.

She turned to leave, and Alaric Faulkner quickly grabbed her hand, refusing to let her go.

"What are you doing?"

"W-where are you going?"

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She glanced at her hand that was being held and snorted, "Why? You wouldn’t want me to let her go, would you?"

Alaric Faulkner heard her words, a fierce expression gathered between his brows, and visible disgust on his face.

Let Faye Sterling go?

She dared to plot against him ; how could he let her off easily?

Alaric Faulkner stood up, "Eleanor, I’ll deal with her and definitely give you a satisfying answer."

Eleanor Sterling was somewhat curious, so she raised an eyebrow and asked him, "Oh? What satisfying answer? How are you going to deal with her?"

Alaric Faulkner pressed his thin lips tightly, "Since she lacks men so much, I’ll find a few for her, to satisfy her!"

Eleanor Sterling was stunned for a moment, not expecting Alaric Faulkner to be so ruthless.

However, she wouldn’t be a saint and let Faye Sterling go either. After all, she had done so many things to her, making her suffer the pain of losing her child for so many years.

Eleanor Sterling curled her lips, "Those two who kidnapped me are still around, do you want to use them?"

Just now, if she guessed it right, those two seemed to want to do unruly things to her. Just uncertain if it was under Faye’s instructions.

Alaric Faulkner nodded in agreement.

Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner walked together to the room with those two men who were still maintaining a position, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Alaric Faulkner glanced at them, asking, "What’s wrong with them?"

"They tried to take advantage of me, so I pricked them with silver needles."

Alaric Faulkner heard that Eleanor Sterling was nearly taken advantage of, and fury filled his eyes; he felt letting them off this way was too lenient.

The two men had been waiting, in despair and fear, and now seeing Eleanor return, they immediately began to plead for mercy.

"Miss, we were wrong, please let us go."

Eleanor Sterling stepped forward, looking at them, and smiled lightly, "I can let you go, but you have to do something for me."

The two now had no choice.

"No matter what you want us to do, we will comply, just let us go."

Eleanor Sterling stepped forward, removed the silver needles from them, and pressed certain acupuncture points.

The two then slumped on the ground, breathing heavily as if they just escaped death.

They looked at Eleanor Sterling and asked, "Miss, what... what do you want us to do?"

"Not difficult things, it should be a wonderful task for you."