But he was obviously not as lucky as himself. The house was empty, with few traces of people living there, and the refrigerator was full of instant food, which showed how he usually lived. Eleanor Hollis sighed and rested her chin on her hand. She found herself sympathizing with a stranger, which really shouldn’t be. At six in the morning, as the sky lightened, the man’s fever seemed to have subsided, and the wound on his abdomen had stopped bleeding. Eleanor Hollis breathed a sigh of relief and, after checking again and again, put her hand on his forehead. The fever had indeed gone down. She hurried to the kitchen to cook porridge, set a timer, and then fried two eggs, keeping them warm in the pan. Before leaving, she left a note on the refrigerator telling him to drink the porridge and eat the fried eggs. As long as he opened the fridge, he would see it. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 She had stayed here all night, and if she didn’t go back soon, Hugo Quinn would be angry. The man woke up with a splitting headache. He glanced at his abdomen where the bandage was wrapped tightly. The room was filled with the fragrance of rice. He suddenly remembered that last night, when he had no way out, he saw a woman’s car that seemed decent. Getting in might be his only chance of survival, so he followed the woman and forced his way into the car. The woman seemed to have followed him back here and even removed the bullet for him. A faint smile appeared on the man’s face. It was amusing that he had bet his life on a stranger. He smirked, smelling the food, and realized he was hungry. He quickly got up and went to the fridge, where he found the note Eleanor Hollis had left. "When you wake up, the porridge will be done. Help yourself to a bowl. There are also two fried eggs and four or five small buns, which are kept warm in the pot." The man’s gaze froze as he looked at the neat handwriting. He recalled the thumb-sized girl from the fairy tales, the smile in his eyes becoming more genuine as he slowly walked to the kitchen. In the kitchen, the porridge was still bubbling. He painfully bent down and took a bowl from the cabinet, scooped some porridge for himself, and opened the lid of the pot to find the fried eggs and small buns as expected. The small buns were in the shape of rabbits, with long ears and red eyes, looking extremely cute. This must be something that woman made herself, as cute as she was. The man plated the fried eggs and small buns, and brought the plate and bowl to the coffee table in the living room, casually switching on the TV on the wall. The TV was broadcasting last night’s shooting incident. Before meeting the woman, he had been on the run for hours. Those people were like mad dogs, relentlessly chasing him and killing several civilians along the way. Now the matter was on the news, and he was afraid Eleanor Hollis would get involved. He took a bite of the fried egg and found it so tender. It was strange; he had fried eggs for himself before, but they never turned out right. However, hers were not only beautiful but delicious. Is this a natural talent of women? He looked down at the small buns on the plate, feeling reluctant to eat them because they were so adorable. But eventually, he couldn’t resist his rumbling stomach, and in no time, he had devoured them all. He picked up the spoon, stirred the porridge, and took a sip. It was soft, sticky, and sweet. That woman was truly versatile. A strange feeling passed through his heart, but he didn’t know what it was. After breakfast, he lay down on the sofa again. He’d been too exhausted lately and needed to rest and recuperate. Meanwhile, Eleanor Hollis had returned to the villa. The strong smell of blood in the car was unbearable for her, so she passed the car to the servant, asking them to wash it. The bullet holes in the car made her uneasy. If Hugo Quinn questioned her, everything would be ruined, and she would no longer be able to hide what happened last night. However, fortunately, Hugo Quinn had plenty of cars in his garage. After the car was washed, she asked someone to park it in the garage and then drove out in a new car. She sniffed the blood on herself, afraid Hugo Quinn would notice, and decided to take a shower quickly. But she clearly underestimated Hugo Quinn’s keen sense of smell. The moment she stepped into the living room, he had already caught the scent of blood on her, his brow furrowing deeply. Eleanor Hollis shuddered all over, pretending not to hear him, and headed upstairs, planning to wash first and then talk. Hugo Quinn slowly squinted his eyes. His expression turned even gloomier when he saw the bloodstains on her pants. Eleanor Hollis scratched her head, realizing she couldn’t avoid it, and had to walk over. As she got closer, Hugo Quinn caught the scent of blood on her even more distinctly. "As long as you’re alright." Eleanor thought he would criticize her, but surprisingly, he said this and didn’t intend to pursue it further. The living room TV was playing last night’s news, and Hugo Quinn’s license plate was clearly displayed. Eleanor’s mouth twitched, realizing that the man probably knew she was lying as soon as she entered the door, right? "I had no choice. He got into my car, then there was gunfire behind us, so I had to flee." Hugo Quinn pulled her over, holding her in his arms. He used to hate the smell of blood, but this was Eleanor Hollis. No matter what she did, he would never mind. "I know. That man isn’t exactly a good person, but he’s not bad, either. At least he knows gratitude and repays kindness. Letting him owe you a favor could be useful in the future. Eleanor, don’t be so rash next time." From the way Hugo Quinn spoke, he seemed to know the man’s identity but had no intention of telling her. "I understand, I’m sorry." Hugo Quinn nodded and suddenly pinched her cheek, causing her to almost yelp in pain. "And don’t lie to me. Being with me, you have freedom. I won’t stop you from doing what you want, as long as you ensure your safety. But the one thing you can’t do is lie. At least let me know if you’re safe or not." Guilt flashed through Eleanor Hollis’s eyes as she quickly buried herself in his embrace. "I’m sorry. I lied because I was afraid you’d be angry." Hugo Quinn rubbed her head and sighed. "I guess the police will come soon to take the car, and you’ll have to go along and give a statement." Eleanor Hollis stuck out her tongue. After all, the license plate had been clearly shown on the news. Even if she was coerced, she’d have to suffer the consequences. "It’s okay. I’ll have a word with them, and after giving your statement, you can come home. I’ll accompany you." Eleanor was both amused and exasperated. She realized that lately, she’d been making frequent visits to the police station, almost becoming a regular there. Maybe they all recognized her by now, huh?