Eleanor Hollis’s mind went blank, as he aggressively seized control, feeling like her heart was trembling. How could she possibly handle this? But Hugo Quinn didn’t let her go, his hold on her nape even more domineering, his eyes blazing with heat. Marcus sulked as he sat nearby, his eyes turning red. Were they making a little brother or sister? He watched for a while, silently reaching out his small hand to grab a piece of paper. The child’s voice sounded a bit immature, but standing right beside them made it all the more clear. Hugo and Eleanor felt like they’d been struck by lightning, hastily letting go of each other. Hugo was a bit annoyed. When did this kid come in? Marcus smiled, obediently handing over the tissue. Hugo’s mouth twitched, then he reached up to rub his temple. "When did you get back?" Marcus blinked, seeing that neither Dad nor Mommy intended to take the tissue, so he crumpled it up and tossed it into the trash can. "I came back ten minutes ago. You two were hugging and kissing, completely ignoring me." Eleanor’s face turned crimson, mumbling without knowing what to say. Hugo was a bit calmer than her, and extremely shameless. "Since you knew we were kissing, couldn’t you have just given us some space and gone to your room?" He was unhappy about being interrupted. If Marcus hadn’t come and disturbed them, he might have devoured Eleanor by now. Judging by Eleanor’s current scared expression, he knew his chances of getting some were pushed further away again. "But Daddy, I’m hungry." Marcus sat down beside them, feeling no guilt for interrupting their moment. Eleanor wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She did want to say something, but had no idea what to say. Say she wasn’t trying to seduce his dad? Even she didn’t believe that. "The food will be delivered soon, hang in there. It’ll be just a few more minutes." Hugo comforted Marcus, while noticing out of the corner of his eye that Eleanor was still pretending to be an ostrich, finding it amusing, he pulled her into his arms. "We’re already boyfriend and girlfriend, isn’t doing that kind of thing normal? Marcus will get used to it eventually." Eleanor looked up to see Hugo’s expression, astonished at how he could remain so calm after being caught by the child. "Mommy, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. You should make me a little brother or sister soon anyway. Being alone is boring." Marcus was now gradually recovering, with not a trace of the autism he once had. He could now communicate normally with people, although in front of those he didn’t like, he still liked to pretend to be aloof, resembling his father exactly. Eleanor really didn’t know how to respond to that, so she could only vaguely change the subject. "Your food should be here soon, Marcus. Go wash your hands first." Marcus nodded and trotted off to the kitchen to wash his hands. Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief, then noticed Hugo still looking at her with a half-smile, immediately getting angry. "Mr. Quinn, your skin is thicker than a city wall." Hugo didn’t feel insulted at all, curving his lips into a smile, he kissed her cheek again. But as he was kissing her, it changed somewhat, continuing to linger on her lips. Eleanor reached out to push him away, but this man’s strength was too great. She used all of her might, yet he didn’t budge an inch. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 "Marcus... Marcus is still... you beast." She managed to say, hoping this person had a shred of shame. But just like she said, Hugo’s skin was indeed thicker than a city wall. Marcus returned after washing his hands, saw the two still kissing, and went back to wash his hands again. After washing them the tenth time, his patience finally wore thin. He marched over, hands on his hips, and then grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. Eleanor was both angry and annoyed, and finally bit down hard on Hugo’s lip. Hugo finally stopped, surprised, he reached up to touch the blood on his lip. Seeing the wound on his lip, Eleanor instantly regretted it, wondering if she had been too harsh. She immediately grabbed a tissue and wiped it for him, noticing the skin was broken, giving him a glare. But after the kiss, the look in her eyes made Hugo’s heart flutter. The ancients were right, "Under the peony flower, even a ghost is amorous." Just as the atmosphere was becoming delicate, the food delivery arrived. Hugo uncovered the containers, curved his lips and handed a pair of chopsticks to Eleanor. "Do you want to eat some more?" Seeing him , Eleanor couldn’t stay angry. She felt she must have owed him in a previous life. Whenever he returned to his usual self, her heart softened, and her anger disappeared. "I’m already full. I ate a lot outside. You guys eat, Marcus. Weren’t you hungry? Eat more." Marcus picked up the chopsticks, giving his dad a light glance. "Actually, I’m not that hungry. I was fed with dog food." Hugo’s hand paused with the chopsticks. How did he know about the term ’dog food’? "I’ve been reading a lot of books lately." Marcus took a few bites, then smiled. "They’re quite interesting too." Since he liked reading, Hugo was naturally pleased, immediately deciding to renovate the spare room into a study. Now that he and Eleanor were officially together, his room could also be freed up. He wondered if he should convert it into a walk-in closet, as the current wardrobe was too small to accommodate both his and Eleanor’s clothes. And if his room were to be transformed into a closet, he would have to squeeze in with Eleanor on one bed. Thinking of this, Hugo felt a surge of excitement and promptly contacted the renovation workers. The following day, when Eleanor returned from work, she discovered that the two rooms had undergone significant changes. The previously empty room had been converted into an elegant and quiet study, while Hugo’s room had been turned into a walk-in closet. Where would he sleep? It wasn’t until bedtime that Eleanor realized just how naïve she had been, seeing Hugo naturally coming into her room, naturally lying down on her bed, and naturally hugging her from behind. Eleanor’s mouth twitched. "What are you doing?" Hugo raised an eyebrow, speaking without a hint of guilt. "As you can see, my room’s been renovated and there’s no bed. Where else do I have to sleep? Guess I’ll just have to squeeze in with you here." In fact, Eleanor’s bed was quite large, and the two of them sleeping on it wasn’t cramped at all; they could even roll around several times. But she deeply suspected that Hugo had renovated the room on purpose, just to sleep in her bed. "You could sleep with Marcus, his bed is quite big." Hugo shook his head, tightening his grip around her waist. "No way, Marcus is already so big. He isn’t used to sleeping with me."