"Marcus, come over here quickly." She said, worried that he couldn’t bear the man’s wrath. But Marcus clearly wasn’t that perceptive, scratching his head. Hugo Quinn closed his eyes, speaking slowly to calm his anger, otherwise he feared he might crush the boy with a single motion. Marcus finally realized he was angry, shivering a bit as he walked pitifully over to Eleanor Hollis’s side. He called out, nervously clutching her sleeve. Daddy being angry was terrifying; he felt his teeth chattering. "Hugo Quinn, you’ve scared the child." Eleanor Hollis couldn’t help but interject. Was it just a bunch of roses; was that really necessary? But thinking about it, she smirked a bit. Was he so concerned because the flowers were from her? A strange sweetness rose in her heart. This man’s pettiness could be quite adorable at times. Hugo Quinn turned with a cold expression, seeing the vibrant red roses in the trash can, frowning. These were the roses Eleanor Hollis had given him, and it was his first time receiving flowers. He had planned to treasure them, but a ball from that brat had ruined everything. He raised a hand to rub his brow and headed for the bedroom. Marcus pursed his lips, trailing behind eagerly. "Dad, those roses were yours? Did you buy them to win Mom over? Sorry, I didn’t know. How about I give you another bouquet tomorrow?" He babbled on, and Hugo only felt exasperated. As he reached the door, he slammed it shut, and Marcus instantly hit a wall of rejection. Eleanor Hollis heard the commotion from downstairs, a smile flashing in her eyes. After work today, she’d wandered for quite some time, not knowing what to buy for Hugo Quinn. Just then, she spotted a flower shop selling roses. Although giving flowers to a man was peculiar, perhaps Hugo Quinn would appreciate them? Now, the misunderstanding between them seemed to be cleared up, right? Thinking this, she followed up the stairs and knocked lightly on the bedroom door. The door opened quickly, and Hugo was standing there, pulling her inside with an unimpressed look. "Alright, alright, it’s just a bunch of flowers. I’ll buy another tomorrow." But Hugo was a stickler for things, feeling that the first time was unique, and giving another wouldn’t feel the same, so he shook his head. "No worries, Eleanor, come in and rest." Eleanor knew what he meant, blushed, and somewhat sheepishly locked the door behind her. Hugo found it amusing; it wasn’t their first time, yet she always got shy and insisted he turn off the lights. Eleanor obediently lay on the bed, gradually losing herself in his kisses, finally falling into it. When she woke up, it was 6 a.m., and she couldn’t get back to sleep, so she went downstairs to prepare breakfast. "Miss Hollis, you’re up." The housekeeper was busy in the kitchen. Seeing how orderly things were, Eleanor didn’t want to disturb them and took a stroll outside the villa. It was her first time waking up this early, and the sun hadn’t risen yet, with everything looking gray and misty. She shivered a bit, looking up to see Hugo standing on the balcony, not knowing how long he had been there, just leaning with his hands, staring at her intently. "Would you like to come down for a walk?" She asked with a smile. Hugo’s pupils contracted; he found her morning smile infectious, his own lips curling up despite himself. He replied, grabbing a jacket from the side and, two or three minutes later, appeared downstairs. The morning scene was beautiful, with dew decorating the flowers and grass. Around seven, a hint of gold appeared on the horizon, brightening the entire sky. "I’ve heard watching the sunrise by the sea is the most beautiful, but this place has its own charm." Read full story at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩 She said as she watched the sunrise, slowly taking Hugo’s hand. Usually, when Hugo asked this, he would act on it immediately. Eleanor had figured out his pattern, so she shook her head. Lan Yancy had already informed her that he’d be quite busy recently. "No, just musing a bit." "Miss Hollis, Mr. Quinn, breakfast is ready." The housekeeper called out behind them, seeing them so affectionate made her smile too. Happiness, after all, is infectious. After breakfast, Hugo and Eleanor went to the company together. Initially, there were rumors about them breaking up circulating yesterday, but seeing them arrive together today, everyone quickly dropped the gossip. Humming a little tune, Eleanor sat down at her workstation. After reconciling with Hugo, even her steps felt lighter. At the company, she mostly slacked off, and even if she didn’t do anything, no one would say anything. But today, in her good mood, she diligently processed files all afternoon before heading to Hugo’s office. "Accompany me to a cocktail party tonight." Hugo seemed to know she’d entered without lifting his head, speaking directly. Eleanor raised an eyebrow; she hadn’t even spoken, yet how did he know it was her? Hugo seemed to read her mind, setting down his pen. "You’re the only one who dares to come in without knocking." Eleanor’s mind went blank, she never had a habit of knocking on his office door, subconsciously treating Hugo like her boyfriend. Between boyfriends and girlfriends, there weren’t so many reservations, but she forgot, this was the office. "Do I need to change clothes?" Usually attending such events required an evening gown. "No need, what you’re wearing now is fine, just get ready. I heard that Wyatt Walsh has found his illegitimate son today; we’re just going to watch the show." Eleanor had heard of Wyatt Walsh, a director of the Walsh Group, but recently diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, with not much time left. This director was notoriously flirtatious in his younger days, but unfortunately, all the women bore daughters, never seeing a son’s shadow. As Wyatt aged, he became increasingly frantic, reportedly trying many remedies, but to no avail. Wyatt apparently had a first love when he was young, but his family disapproved, leading to a breakup. Now he sought out his first love, discovering she’d been secretly raising his son for years, so the poor boy suddenly became the sole heir to the Walsh Group. This story was spreading like wildfire recently. "I wonder what that illegitimate son looks like. I heard he’s quite handsome, but suddenly entering a vicious high society, he’ll probably be chewed up with nothing left of him." Growing up in a single-parent household, and reportedly not well-off, just a technical school diploma.