She brought up the matter again, her face instantly turning aggrieved. Nicholas Hollis remained silent for a while before slowly speaking. "Do you really believe this? Stella, if I find out something later, do you know what the consequences are? I’ve been very patient with you over the years, but that doesn’t mean I’m a fool." Rachel Lynch couldn’t stay calm anymore and didn’t say anything further. Indeed, in today’s society, fortune-telling is just something to fool the public. Nicholas Hollis is an intellectual; how could he believe such things, or maybe he used to believe it, but Eleanor Hollis’s experience made him completely regret his initial decision. This can’t continue, otherwise one day Eleanor Hollis will return to the Hollis Family. Rachel Lynch gritted her teeth, didn’t speak anymore, and found an excuse to go upstairs and sit in her bedroom. Originally, she sent Eleanor Hollis to the countryside because she considered the child a bastard, not her own. The story in between is long; she’s too lazy to recall it one by one, anyway, her daughter is only Anna Hollis. What happened in the Hollis Family this morning, Eleanor guessed some of it. Estimate that her uncle is in grief now, but she doesn’t feel any sympathy. More than three million in the countryside is an astronomical figure. How heavy is one’s greed to not hand over a penny to her and her grandmother? "Eleanor Hollis, make me a cup of coffee." Ever since he found out that Eleanor made good coffee, Hugo Quinn kept asking her to make it every day. Eleanor immediately turned and made another cup of coffee. She only noticed Hugo in the living room dealing with documents when she walked in, typing with one hand due to an injury. However, he was still very nimble, just that his expression wasn’t very good. Eleanor was startled, promptly lifting his injured arm to help him. "Try to rest more lately, you can temporarily hand these matters to Lan Yancy." Seeing her this concerned, Hugo’s lips curved slightly, a burst of inexplicable happiness. "Hmm, I know, but this must be handled by me personally, Lan Yancy can’t do it." As he spoke, his eyes briskly scanned the computer screen, finding an error, marking it, and then sending it off. "This is the company we’re collaborating with today. Their contract is full of traps, and I must find them out. Otherwise, those higher-ups will probably suffer." Hugo Quinn never takes work matters lightly. Grandeur has so many talents, how could anyone miss the traps in the contract? Clearly, he doesn’t trust leaving it to others. With such a responsible president, no wonder Grandeur is developing so well. "Massage my shoulders for me, they feel quite sore." After finishing the contract, Hugo pointed at his own shoulders. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 Eleanor quickly placed the coffee near his hand, then went behind him to gently massage him. Hugo enjoyed this, closing his eyes, suddenly thinking that living forever might not be so bad. When he gets tired from work in the future, he can drag this person out to unwind. "Try to drink less coffee, it’s not good for your health," Eleanor had wanted to say this for a long time. When she used to rest in this villa, she never saw him drink this much coffee. Could it be just because the coffee was made by her? At this thought, her face blushed, and she accidentally squeezed too hard, making Hugo shout. Eleanor paused, hurriedly rubbing the sore spot lightly. "Sorry, sorry, I got lost in thought." A little displeased, Hugo wondered what on earth could distract her even when they were together . Weren’t they supposed to never want to be apart from each other? Strangely enough, Hugo used to think those affectionate young couples were an eyesore. Because to him, nothing was more important than work, except for his son. Over the years, he’s spent considerable time on Marcus, as for women, there was only Grace Lynch by his side from the start. He thought his life would remain this way, believing what he felt for Grace was called love. Providing her with enough money to live an affluent lifestyle. But after meeting Eleanor Hollis, he realized love wasn’t like that. One word from her could keep him happy for days, or make him unable to sleep at night from disappointment. This kind of emotion was truly novel, but he damn well didn’t dislike it at all. The corners of Hugo’s lips curled up, and suddenly, he covered Eleanor’s hand with his uninjured left hand. Eleanor paused, feeling her face heat up, confused by his gesture. "Eleanor, do you really not like me? Even just a little?" It’s been over ten days since he injured his arm, and she’s been with him day and night. Could she really feel nothing? Didn’t rumors say many women wanted to marry him? Could they be false? Eleanor opened her mouth but closed it again after thinking for a moment. Her mind was filled with Samantha Sullivan’s and Nicholas Hollis’s words, both apparently held Hugo in high regard. Should she give it a try? Eleanor, if you miss out on this man, you might really regret it. Her hand was now encapsulated in Hugo’s hand; she could feel his warmth and tension. Suddenly, she flipped her hand over and grasped Hugo’s hand tightly. A glint of light flashed in Hugo’s eyes, he was so excited that he turned around immediately. "You... what is this?" He couldn’t even speak a complete sentence, realizing how excited he truly was. "Mr. Quinn, I’ve had a failed marriage; it moves me that you don’t mind. Samantha was right, regarding love, I am a coward through and through. I’m not sure how long I will hold this feeling, but at this moment, I can clearly feel my heartbeat. You asked if my heart was moved, and the answer is yes, but I’m scared." The excitement in Hugo’s eyes slowly dissipated, replaced with sympathy. He knew that in the five years with Hugo, Eleanor had suffered a lot. He pulled her into his embrace, and then sighed. "Being with me, you don’t need to be afraid; I’ll handle any difficulties." When she uttered that word, Eleanor was momentarily surprised, then calm. In fact, she had longed to agree for quite a while. "So are we... together now?" Hugo never thought in his wildest dreams that she would agree so effortlessly; he was prepared for a drawn-out battle. Sometimes he contemplated that if after ten or twenty years, she still hadn’t agreed, he would just drag her to register at the civil affairs bureau. "Hmm, what, you regret it now?" Eleanor said deliberately, pushing him aside as she prepared to stand up.