Since when did this kid learn the word infatuated? Eleanor Hollis’s face turned red, and she quietly looked away. "I wasn’t watching him, don’t talk nonsense." Marcus didn’t believe her and dragged her inside to sit. "Mommy, you seem to really like Daddy. I’m glad. It would be great if you two got married soon." Kids never worry about saying too much. Eleanor’s heart trembled violently, thinking of Hugo Quinn with that woman she saw today, and her lips curled chillingly. Perhaps the two of them won’t get married now. That woman looked pregnant; she might move into this villa soon. "Marcus, go serve the rice." Hugo promptly changed the subject as he sat down at the dining table. His reaction made Eleanor feel that perhaps this man never even considered marrying her. To him, she might just be a lover kept around, only to be discarded mercilessly when he tires of her. This realization made Eleanor break out in a cold sweat; lost in thought even during dinner, she eventually ate very little and went upstairs. Only Hugo and Marcus were left at the dining table. "Marcus, your mom has been very unhappy lately, don’t say things that upset her." Hugo spoke, sighed, and ruffled Marcus’s hair. "But if you marry Daddy, shouldn’t Mommy be happy? I saw on TV that marrying the man you love is the happiest thing for a woman in her life, and Mommy seems to really like you." Hugo paused, thinking of the Hollis Family’s situation, wondering if the family had given her a shadow over marriage. "Anyway, let’s not talk about this now. I’ll bring up the marriage topic with her later." Marcus solemnly nodded, suddenly looking at Hugo seriously. "Dad, I don’t want any other woman, I only want this Mommy; in my heart, she’s the one who gave birth to me." Hugo always knew this child lacked motherly love, perhaps Eleanor’s presence made him feel happy, and his lips curved. He reached out and tapped Marcus’s nose. "I only want her too; don’t worry, she won’t run away." While the father and son were discussing here, Eleanor was feeling uneasy, tossing and turning. Finally, she got up to take a bath and sat on the balcony chair, letting the wind blow. When Hugo came over, she’d been in a daze for a long time. Hugo squatted down, held her foot, and found her sole was icy cold; he furrowed his brow. "Very cold, be careful not to catch a cold, I’ll get you some socks." As he spoke, he went inside to rummage through the wardrobe. Watching his back, Eleanor felt odd. Why could this man disguise himself so well? Hugo quickly returned with a slightly thicker pair of socks and personally put them on her. Read full story at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Hugo, did you eat at the company today?" She gave him one last chance; as long as he told the truth, she’d forgive him. Hugo paused and slowly nodded. "I’ve been very busy lately, haven’t had much time to be with you. I’m sorry, is it boring?" The sparkle in Eleanor’s eyes gradually dimmed; he still said nothing. Never mind. "No, you do your busy work." Hugo bent down, planted a kiss on her forehead, and picked her up. "Your whole body is chilled, don’t stay here in the wind; your health isn’t good, beware of catching a cold." Eleanor reflexively hugged his neck and slightly lowered her head. Soon, Hugo came up, somewhat urgently. But Eleanor didn’t want to; she turned her head away, her gaze blank. "Sorry, I’m not interested today." Hugo paused, a hint of disappointment flashing through his eyes, but he still got up. "I understand, I’ll take a bath, then we can sleep." He said as he headed to the bathroom. While lying on the bed, Eleanor felt their way of interacting was really sad. Their souls were drifting further apart, yet their bodies still craved closeness. She heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, knowing Hugo was taking a cold shower. She rolled herself up in the blanket and curled inside. Hugo returned soon, carrying a bit of chill with him. He didn’t immediately hug her, instead lay on the edge of the bed for a while, waiting for his body to warm up before he moved to embrace her. Eleanor noticed his thoughtfulness, felt moved, yet also wanted to cry. Why did he have to dine with that woman? And why did he lie to her? Hugo affectionately kissed her hair, his eyes full of attachment. Both carried their own thoughts and slept until dawn. The following morning, Eleanor got up along with Hugo. Recently, she’s been slacking off at work; previously, fearing gossip, she frequented the company diligently, but lately, she became lazy. If there was an excuse not to go, she definitely wouldn’t. However, that woman yesterday gave her a sense of caution. Could she be a new assistant? Today, she planned to visit the company to investigate. She got into the car with Hugo, eyes fixed outside the window, contemplating what to do if she encountered that woman later. Soon, the car stopped at the company entrance. Eleanor’s gaze swept around like a searchlight until she entered the top-floor office, her eyes continually scanning for any clue. "What are you looking at? You’re so distracted this morning." Hugo pinched her cheek; her detective-like expression inexplicably made him uncomfortable. "Just... just looking." Eleanor said awkwardly, sitting at her desk. Hugo stopped by her side, worried she’d be bored. "If you don’t want to work, watch TV or movies; no one will say anything." It was blatant favoritism, but she was happy and took out the tablet, unabashedly watching a popular movie. People around watched this scene speechlessly, and seeing the president’s delighted raised eyebrows, expressed their unwillingness to witness. Could the president be more indulgent? If he continues spoiling her , this woman might dare to throw a party in the top-floor office next time. Just when Eleanor was watching the most exciting part of the movie, she saw the top-floor office elevator door open, and the sound of high heels slowly echoed. She followed the sound and instantly saw the familiar face—yesterday’s woman. Eleanor seemed invigorated, immediately raising her head in a battle posture. However, the woman didn’t glance her way, knocked on Hugo’s office door, and went inside. Eleanor instantly deflated, returning to her desk to speculate. What would they do alone in the office? What exactly was the relationship between that woman and Hugo?