Chapter 559: Chapter 559

In the next two days, Eleanor Sterling was kept confined in the suite by him.

On the third day, she finally couldn’t take it anymore and locked Alaric Faulkner outside the door. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

If this keeps up, she’ll die sooner or later from exhaustion.

Luckily, tomorrow she could leave for Lyria, so she decided to enjoy the big bed all to herself tonight.

Eleanor booked an in-room spa service, the female technician was very skilled, and since Eleanor was already tired, she fell asleep during the massage.

Alaric Faulkner walked in, the technician wanted to speak, but he gestured for her to remain silent.

So, the technician quietly stepped out.

The room was left with just Alaric Faulkner and Eleanor Sterling.

Alaric Faulkner’s deep gaze fell on Eleanor Sterling as she lay there, her hair tied up in a bun.

He let out a faint smile and slowly walked over to Eleanor.

At that moment, Eleanor moved a bit, and the white towel covering her back slipped off, instantly revealing her smooth, jade-like back.

Her back was perfectly contoured and her skin was porcelain white and delicate, making Alaric’s breath catch.

He picked up the towel, intending to cover Eleanor up again, but he changed his mind.

So the towel was left pitifully aside, and Eleanor’s beautiful back was completely exposed.

Alaric Faulkner picked up the rose oil, poured some into his palm, rubbed his large hands together, and placed them on her back...

Eleanor had already fallen asleep, but in her drowsiness, she felt a pair of hands wandering over her back, moving lower and lower.

She gasped, opened her eyes, and looked back, only to find Alaric’s teasing smile.

"What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to sleep in the living room tonight?"

Alaric raised an eyebrow and said leisurely, "Just married and you’re already kicking your husband to the couch, are you really that heartless, hmm?"

Eleanor’s face flushed, and she retorted, "If you were more normal, would I have kicked you out?"

"I’ll be normal then." Alaric lay down on the bed, settling in beside Eleanor.

Seeing him behaving himself, Eleanor hesitated a little.

Alaric hugged her from behind, making Eleanor bristle, "Hey, didn’t you say you’d behave?"

"Eleanor, I just want to hold you while we sleep, can’t I even have that right?"

She was almost convinced by Alaric’s twisted logic.

"Just holding!" Eleanor huffed.

Alaric rested his head near her ear, his strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, the two of them intertwining like swans.

Seeing that he was indeed behaving, Eleanor relaxed.

But before she could fall asleep, she sensed something was off, feeling a change in him.

Alaric’s hands began to wander, moving from her waist to other areas...

Eleanor felt both shy and angry, she pressed down his hand, "Alaric Faulkner! Didn’t you say you’d behave?"

"Eleanor, if I had no reaction while being beside you, then that would be abnormal."

Eleanor was furious, men’s words were all lies, she should never have believed Alaric’s sweet talk.

Alaric turned her over and cradled her face, starting to kiss her.

Eleanor didn’t want him to have his way, she pushed him away.

But after Alaric was pushed away, he hugged her tightly again, lovingly kissing her until she melted in his embrace.

"I want a little sister," he murmured. "Hazel Langley said we should work hard for it."