He thought to himself, slurping a mouthful of instant noodles without hesitation, occasionally glancing up at Eleanor Hollis. But with this glance, he truly felt that Eleanor Hollis was incredibly beautiful. Her little face was tilted upwards, the snow-white light hitting her face, making her skin look even better. Her lips were rosy, and her eyelashes still damp—it made one want to pull her into an embrace. Xavier Crawford chewed a few times, then suddenly stopped. He reached out to poke her cheek, finding it indeed very soft. Sometimes he thought girls were the most magical creatures in this world. Xavier Crawford poked for a while before picking up his instant noodles again, but suddenly they seemed tasteless in his mouth. He sighed, stood up, and threw the noodles away. It seemed like Eleanor Hollis cried very sadly tonight. Could it really be because she had a fight with Hugo Quinn? He took out his phone, intending to call Hugo Quinn. Eleanor Hollis was missing, and surely he was anxious. But just as the number was dialed, he hung up. Whether Hugo was anxious wasn’t his business, even though he had indeed saved him once. But at the time, he had already repaid that favor, and now there was no relation between them. Thinking of this, Xavier Crawford felt suffocated. Indeed, the first time he met Hugo Quinn, he was in a worse state than when being chased. He had gotten lost, and it was in a primal forest. The plants there were often poisonous. Once inside, he hadn’t eaten for two days; unable to get out, he was very anxious. Just when he thought he would die there, Hugo Quinn appeared. Hugo Quinn took advantage of the situation and threatened him to help with something. At that time, Xavier Crawford was someone who knew how to adapt. He thought nothing was better than living, so after a brief consideration, he agreed. As a result of agreeing, he was enslaved by Hugo Quinn for a whole week. Later on, he instinctively forgot about this because that week felt humiliating. When he saw Hugo Quinn again, he pretended not to know him, and the other did the same. Xavier Crawford furrowed his brows, tossing the phone aside. If Hugo Quinn really no longer wanted Eleanor Hollis, he wouldn’t mind keeping her by his side. She’s quite cute, can cry, can cook—a lot of good traits. As he thought about it, the notion suddenly became very strong. But Hugo Quinn’s call came through quickly. Although he had truncated the outgoing call, it seemed to have dialed anyway. "Is Eleanor Hollis with you?" Hugo Quinn squinted his eyes. What business did he have with Eleanor Hollis there? Xavier Crawford smirked, lazily leaning back. "Yes, I saw the little beauty crying so sadly, so I brought her back. She was daydreaming while crossing the street; it wouldn’t be good if a car hit her." Hugo Quinn breathed a sigh of relief knowing Eleanor Hollis was alright, "I’ll be right over." Saying that, he hung up the phone. Xavier Crawford tossed the phone and frowned at Eleanor Hollis, mischievously reaching out to wake her up. If Eleanor Hollis kept sleeping, Hugo Quinn would take her away directly. But if Eleanor was awake, they would definitely continue fighting. That man was too arrogant just now; he had to exact a bit of revenge. Eleanor Hollis woke up, startled by the unfamiliar ceiling, but suddenly felt at ease when she saw Xavier Crawford. Even though they had just met moments ago, she acted as if she only noticed him now. Xavier Crawford was instantly displeased but didn’t know where this displeasure came from. He could only curl his lips and remain silent. "Why am I here? Weird, my neck hurts a lot." Eleanor Hollis rubbed her neck, feeling the dull pain, and suspiciously glanced at him, wondering if he did something to her. Xavier Crawford felt a bit guilty, slowly averting his gaze. "I saw you crying too hard, worried you’d hurt your eyes from crying too much, so I gently chopped your neck." Eleanor Hollis pursed her lips. Was he sure it was gentle? Why did she still feel sore? Xavier Crawford felt even guiltier, not daring to look into her eyes. "Are you always this rough with girls?" Eleanor Hollis said faintly, slowly sitting up from the sofa. Xavier Crawford furrowed his brows tightly. He really didn’t know, because he never had female friends before, only subordinates or comrades in arms. But coming this far, there are hardly any comrades left. If Eleanor Hollis was considered his friend, she would be the only girl he’d met. "You’re the first girl; I don’t know how to treat you. I think I’ve been very gentle." He said innocently, shrugging his shoulders. Eleanor Hollis sighed. Alright, he was The King of Assassins; how would he know tenderness? Probably, not drawing weapons was his greatest gentleness. "I’m going to leave now. The meal I promised you last time will have to be postponed." She was unaware that Hugo Quinn had already found his way here, so she got up to leave. "Hugo Quinn is coming over; he should be here soon. Did you have a fight with him?" Eleanor Hollis froze when she heard that Hugo Quinn was coming, her body stiff and her steps halted. Xavier Crawford was even more curious. Since the first time he saw Eleanor Hollis, he felt her temper was very good, like a soft bun easily taken. Could such a person really fight with someone? "It wasn’t a fight; he’s going to marry another woman, so I’m very upset." Xavier Crawford’s face stiffened. Previously, didn’t Hugo Quinn care deeply about this woman? How did he turn and decide to marry someone else? He sighed, slouching down on the side. "So I say, feelings are really unreliable. Why believe in love of all things? Look at me, living so freely—I have money, I can do whatever I want, go wherever I want. Isn’t it great?" He lazily spread his arms, the corners of his lips curling. "Actually, if you can’t be with him, you could come with me. I’m different from him; there are no other beauties around me. If you’re with me, you won’t be wronged." Eleanor Hollis merely took it as a joke, sitting back down, slowly clenching her hands. The matters between her and Hugo Quinn must be resolved; avoiding it constantly wouldn’t solve anything. "Being with you would be worse than staying by his side. Your identity dictates that you’re a free-spirited person. You have no understanding or feelings for love. When I’m deeply involved, you’ll leave swiftly, and I’ll be even sadder than now." For origınal chapters go to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 The smile slowly disappeared from Xavier Crawford’s face, with no intention of making jokes anymore.