"Julian Sterling’s temper isn’t actually good, and he has someone he really likes; however, that woman left him and went abroad. All these years, he has been waiting for her to return." This gossip is indeed explosive. Eleanor Hollis turned her head in a daze, her eyes wide open. "You mean a woman abandoned Julian Sterling?" What kind of woman would not even be interested in Julian Sterling? Hugo Quinn snorted coldly and added with a hint of sarcasm. "What’s the use of a good-looking face? At that time, he had nothing, and people couldn’t see any hope in him, so naturally, they chose to go abroad." Eleanor squinted her eyes; why does it feel person is smearing Julian Sterling? Would a woman really leave Julian Sterling and go abroad? In this looks-focused era, even if he had nothing at the time, he should still have enough charm, right? Seeing her deep in thought, Hugo’s eyes showed a trace of amusement as he slowly drew her into his arms. "So, being good-looking is useless. Don’t be deceived by his looks; he’s just a failed man, that’s all." "But now he has money. I heard Julian Sterling gets tens of millions for a movie; shouldn’t that woman come back?" Eleanor spoke seriously, completely unaware of Hugo’s darkening expression. Hugo took the remote control and turned off the TV. "Lie on the sofa and get some sleep. I see you don’t need to watch any movies." His voice was cool as he tossed the remote onto the coffee table. Eleanor murmured these four words softly, suddenly remembering Gloria Galloway’s request, somewhat embarrassedly glancing up at him. "When can we meet Julian Sterling again?" Julian Sterling, Julian Sterling, all she talks about is Julian Sterling! Hugo released her, suddenly wanting to go out and fight with Julian Sterling. "Gloria really wants to meet him. Can we bring her next time, just let her see him from afar?" If not for these words, Eleanor would probably be in deep trouble today. Hugo’s brows softened; it turned out it was for Gloria. "He’s very busy, but I’ll find a time." Eleanor hadn’t noticed his change in mood, lifting her head to plant a kiss on his chin. Hugo, satisfied, picked up the remote again, flipping it to an animated movie. He absolutely could not let this woman watch Julian Sterling again. The two continued to cuddle on the sofa into the afternoon, enjoying a rare moment of free time. Hugo let her continue watching the animated movie, while he got up to go to the kitchen to make porridge. "I’ll add some brown sugar for you; I heard it’s good for girls, aids beauty." His words floated out from the kitchen, and Eleanor’s lips curved into a smile. "Alright, add some dates too." She quietly set her phone aside, poking her head into the kitchen to find Hugo removing the pits from the dates. No matter what he does, he always seems so meticulous and focused, as if he’s working on a piece of art, even making porridge looks nice. At that instant, a popular phrase from the internet popped into her mind. —Who comes from mountains, rivers, lakes, and sea, yet confined to day and night, kitchen and love. At that moment, Hugo lifted his head, a trace of surprise in his eyes. "Go wait on the sofa; the porridge will take an hour." Eleanor couldn’t say, "I want to watch you here," as that was too ambiguous, so she embarrassingly turned and returned to the sofa. While she was with Nathaniel Quinn, she never enjoyed such treatment; he rarely even remained calm, mostly ignoring her. Thinking back, what kind of life did she live before? "Eleanor, I’ll go pick up Marcus." After mixing all the ingredients, Hugo untied the apron from his waist, taking the suit jacket and putting it on. "Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back." Eleanor took a book from his study to read and didn’t lift her head upon hearing him. Hugo bent down, leaving a kiss on her forehead before setting out. After he left, Eleanor touched her forehead absently, feeling a bit of warmth, soft as if it seeped through her pores and into her skin. She found it increasingly hard to focus on reading, surprised at how she and Hugo interacted—it was like an old married couple. As she was lost in thought, the doorbell suddenly rang. A servant opened the door to see Claire Shaw standing outside. Eleanor didn’t expect her visit and put the book away, wearing a fitting smile. Claire acted as if she didn’t see Eleanor and went straight upstairs, but couldn’t find Hugo. She tried calling him, but he didn’t answer, so she came here. She turned back downstairs to find Eleanor still sitting on the sofa, contempt creeping into her eyes. This woman can stay so calm after seeing those photos; truly composed. "Eleanor, have you seen the photos from last night?" Eleanor’s eyes flickered with surprise—what photos from last night? Claire’s eyes twinkled with amusement, realizing Eleanor hadn’t seen those photos yet, and sat down slowly on the sofa. "Hugo didn’t come back last night. Haven’t you asked who he spent the night with?" Eleanor’s heart trembled but she remained patient. "He spent the night at Quinton Manor, probably sleeping there too. You don’t need to come here to provoke me." Claire chuckled lightly, then pulled out the photos, placing them before Eleanor. "You’re so trusting of him—well, look closely. He was with me last night, at Quinton Manor. We lay on the same bed; he kept kissing me, saying he’d marry me. Both grandpas can testify." Eleanor found the photos dazzling and suddenly thought of Marcus’ behavior last night. Could it be Marcus had deleted those photos? "If he was really going to marry you, why are you here looking for him so anxiously this morning?" Eleanor gripped her fists tightly, unblinkingly staring at her. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Claire wasn’t flustered at all, calmly putting her phone away. "He disappeared after waking; maybe everything last night was just due to drunkenness. Regardless, our physical connection is real. Are you willing to accept a man who’s already physically unfaithful? Eleanor, my grandfather is discussing marriage with Grandpa Quinn. In the end, it will be Hugo and me; if you don’t want to lose too badly, I advise you to give up now." Claire was indeed flustered, thinking the two families would quickly discuss a wedding date, but there was no representative from the Quinton Family at her place this morning. After waiting until now, she couldn’t hold back any longer and called Hugo herself. But he didn’t answer, so she had to come personally.