"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely give you all my snacks." Marcus’s face instantly turned red. He didn’t like snacks; those were for girls. But he opened his mouth and still said nothing. In the evening, Chloe and Jane Shaw stayed for dinner. Perhaps because she felt guilty, Chloe kept serving Marcus dishes. Marcus enjoyed this, sitting in the chair like a lord, with his gaze slightly glancing in that direction. Chloe knew what he wanted to eat and immediately served him more. The adults found this amusing, but they didn’t want to interrupt the children’s fun. "Brother Marcus, what do you think? Is it delicious?" Chloe blinked as she spoke. She was half a year younger than Marcus and should call him brother. Marcus nodded with satisfaction, his gaze fixed on a bowl of soup. Chloe immediately took his bowl, filled it with soup, and placed it in front of him. After dinner, it was already past seven in the evening. Marcus stood at the door, reluctantly saying goodbye to Chloe, holding her hand and urging her to come and play often. Only when Chloe and Jane Shaw had left did he show a look of loss, suddenly hoping school would start soon. "Everyone’s gone, and you’re still standing here." Eleanor Hollis said slowly behind him, making Marcus feel even worse. "Mommy, why don’t you give me a little sister, like Chloe? I think she’s really cute." He finally dared to speak the truth hidden in his heart. Eleanor’s lips curved as she bent down. "You like her? How about I reserve Chloe for you, so when you grow up, she can be your little wife?" Marcus’s face instantly reddened. He had no such thoughts; he simply saw that girl as a sister. "Mommy, I just think of her as a sister." Eleanor’s mouth twitched; what kind of player talk was this? "Alright, go inside; you’re still sick. Take your medicine and then go upstairs to sleep." Read full story at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Marcus nodded obediently, took the medicine, and really went back to his room. Eleanor felt a bit tired too, but it was still early. Just as she took out the tablet to watch TV, a silhouette pounced toward her. "Let’s do some exercise to help digestion." Hugo Quinn shamelessly said, his hands moving skillfully. Eleanor was speechless; even a rogue act could be done so elegantly by him. It was unbelievable. "No, I want to watch TV." Eleanor pushed his face away, but Hugo kept coming closer, pushed away and returned. After several times, both found it amusing, and just quietly looked at each other. Then Eleanor gave in, put down the tablet, and took the initiative to hug his neck. Hugo’s gaze instantly turned fierce, but realizing something, he pushed her away to get something. Eleanor knew what he was up to and couldn’t help but hold him tighter. "It’s okay, no need. As you said, if I get pregnant, I’ll keep the child." Hugo’s eyes suddenly lit up, his voice husky as he said. "You’re willing to have a child with me?" He always thought she was unwilling. After all, she had taken medicine before; since he knew she didn’t want it, he wouldn’t force her, and took precautions so she wouldn’t regret and take medicine afterward. "Who said I was unwilling, Hugo?" She called his name with deep affection. The two were instantly entangled, and for the rest, they didn’t have time to think. Afterward, they held each other, and every skin-to-skin interaction seemed to bring them closer. Eleanor was too tired to open her eyes, but she raised her head with effort. "Don’t you think Chloe looks a lot like you? Jane Shaw seems secretive about Chloe’s dad, feels like there’s a mystery there." Hugo held her tightly, resting his chin on her hair. "Everyone has secrets. It’s not our business, so let’s not worry about it." But Eleanor couldn’t shake the unease in her heart. If this matter wasn’t clarified, there would be big trouble in the future. However, she didn’t expect trouble to find her first. The next afternoon, Chloe came to play again, but this time without Jane Shaw. The two children were playing joyfully when the doorbell of the living room rang. Old Master Quinn walked in, leaning on a cane, and his eyes lit up when he saw the two kids playing together. He hurried over to Chloe. "Child, who is your mother?" Chloe looked at this kindly old man and smiled. "My mom is called Jane Shaw." The old man was nervous; this child looked a lot like Hugo, and now played so well with Marcus; could it be that Chloe was Hugo’s illegitimate daughter? It wasn’t surprising for him to think so, as Eleanor once suspected this too, but she trusted Hugo, believing he wouldn’t leave offspring everywhere. But the old man was unconvinced, especially since Hugo and Eleanor were living together without being married. Perhaps before, there were girls like Eleanor with whom he had a relationship and then left with a child. Old Master Quinn thought more and more that this must be the truth. "I’m Chloe. Who are you, grandpa?" Chloe asked, her mouth showing a faint smile. Old Master Quinn had long wanted a granddaughter; although Joelle Quinn was one, that child grew astray from a young age. She only acted spoiled with him for other purposes. Guessing all those acts were taught by parents, no wonder Beatrice Sullivan ended up like that. "Chloe, Marcus, let’s go to the old house and play." Marcus originally didn’t want to go, but Chloe had no defenses and quickly followed behind Old Master Quinn. When Eleanor and Hugo came downstairs, they realized the two kids were gone and found out that Old Master Quinn had taken them to the old house. Eleanor felt even more uneasy and intended to go to the old house with Hugo. But Hugo pulled her back, pressing her onto the dining chair. "Eat something first. If you have energy left, I don’t mind going another round." Eleanor’s face instantly blushed; Hugo had turned into a beast in the morning, pulling her upstairs for that kind of activity, not letting her go down, making the two kids play alone downstairs without adult supervision. "It’s just the old house, and Old Master Quinn personally picked them up, so don’t worry. Let’s eat first and replenish your energy." Hugo said ambiguously, his gaze lingering on her with a meaningful curve in his eyes. Eleanor felt even hotter, stammering without knowing what to say, even not knowing when this person had become so shameless.