Seeing her, Eleanor Hollis flinched, clenching the bedsheet more tightly. "Xavier Crawford, please leave. I want to talk to your brother." She suddenly took a deep breath and spoke in a composed manner. Xavier’s eyes were full of confusion. What did this person have to say to his brother? Cole Crawford’s lips curved into a smile as he sat down nearby, while Xavier obediently left. As soon as the door closed, Eleanor’s expression darkened. "You really are skillful." She spoke lightly, staring intently at the face in front of her. Cole’s lips curved slightly as he leaned back slowly. "Miss Hollis, you’re too kind. My skills are of course not as high as your ability to entice men. Hugo Quinn heard you weren’t dead yet and came overnight. However, there was a heavy rain last night, and he encountered some minor trouble on his way, which caused a delay." Hearing about minor trouble, Eleanor’s heart trembled, but she said nothing. "Miss Hollis, it’s best for you not to meet with Xavier anymore. You and he are not from the same world." Cole’s voice was indifferent, as if he was aware of everything. Eleanor slowly closed her eyes, feeling somewhat tired. "Do you care for Xavier, or is he just a puppet to you? Did you ever ask if he was willing to do the things you make him do?" Cole’s face darkened, and he sat upright. "Miss Hollis, my concern for Xavier is no less than anyone else’s. If it weren’t for my protection over the years, he would have died in some corner long ago. Europe has sent so many assassins to deal with him. Even with his skills, he couldn’t possibly escape pursuit time and again. He wants freedom, and I give it to him. I indulge him in whatever he wants to do. He’s like a child who never grew up, unable to see reality. He feels lonely, so when he met someone as warm as you, he fell in without hesitation. Although I dislike you, Miss Hollis, I must admit that your aura is very attractive to Xavier. To him, you’re a light in the dark night, but not the only light." Eleanor said nothing. She even felt she was almost persuaded by Cole. "There was a sedative in the porridge just now. Miss Hollis, have a good sleep. When you wake up, you might be lying in Hugo Quinn’s bed." Hearing him say this, Eleanor’s heart trembled, but immense fatigue suddenly overwhelmed her. Furious, she wanted to curse. Cole had even calculated this step! In the afternoon, Hugo arrived. Due to the storm last night, the plane had stopped at another place for a while. When he reached the manor, his legs were weak, afraid that all of this was an illusion, a hallucination, and that Eleanor was actually dead. There was no one in the manor, only the butler waiting for him. "Miss Hollis is sleeping upstairs, President Quinn. Please follow me." Cole was not there, nor was Xavier. Hugo entered Eleanor’s room effortlessly. Upon seeing the person lying on the bed, his steps immediately became light, unable to approach further. If this truly were a dream, he wished he would never wake up. The butler, seeing his demeanor, did not want to continue disturbing and quietly left with a slight bow. Hugo stood at the doorway for more than ten minutes, still afraid to move. He was terrified that even the slightest sound he made would cause that figure to disappear like smoke. He was already afraid, afraid of the days without her. After another half hour, he finally moved his steps slowly to the bedside. Latest content publıshed on 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙 He softly called, sitting on the bedside, and reached out to touch the skin on her face. She was indeed still there. Realizing this, Hugo’s eyes instantly reddened, grasping her hand tightly. Eleanor’s brows furrowed slightly, her body moved a bit, but she still didn’t wake up. Hugo suddenly let go of her hand, holding her tightly. If she woke up, she definitely wouldn’t want to go back with him. She must hate the Quinton Family, and naturally, she would hate him too. The old man did such excessive things to her, how could she easily forgive? So before she awakened, taking her away was the best choice. Just as he carried her out the door, he saw Cole, who was drinking coffee in the living room. Cole looked up, his lips curving into a smile. "President Quinn, I’ve long admired your name." Hugo paused his steps, his eyes slowly narrowing, without saying a word, as he carried Eleanor to leave. Cole didn’t feel awkward. He slowly put down his coffee cup. This Hugo was indeed as he had heard—distant and impersonal. Everyone said he shared a similar temperament to Hugo, but it wasn’t the case at all. At least he wouldn’t risk his life overnight for a woman, amidst a terrifying storm, when the plane was clearly halted, yet he still managed to come over, causing a forced landing in another place partway through. A slight mistake, and he could have died this time. But looking at the man’s expression, he seemed not to regret it at all. As long as the person in his arms was still there, everything he did was worthwhile. Cole’s eyes narrowed, realizing how his immature brother could possibly defeat such a rival. Hugo dared to stake everything, such a man was destined to win a woman’s heart. Xavier’s continued struggle in this hopeless affection would only lead to more pain. Suddenly, Xavier descended from upstairs, his eyes red, silently sitting on the sofa. "They’re gone. From now on, Eleanor’s affairs have nothing to do with you. Don’t meddle further. If Eleanor dies because of you, you might live in guilt for the rest of your life." Xavier’s body stiffened, slowly lowering his head. "Brother, I know I was wrong, but Frost is still here. I can’t send Frost away. That’s something I gave Eleanor. Since she’s not here, I naturally have to help take care of Frost." Cole’s expression instantly turned cold, but seeing the sadness on Xavier’s face, he felt reluctant. After all, it was the first time his brother had liked a woman, perhaps it was really hard for him. He replied through gritted teeth, his body immediately covered in goosebumps. Just the thought of a dog frequently appearing in his sight made him uncomfortable, but to soothe Xavier’s emotions, he had to make the sacrifice. After all, he was the brother. Xavier said nothing more, staring blankly at the cup in front of him. Prior to last night, he had never known what love was. He knew he had special feelings for Eleanor. He thought it was pity, it was sympathy, but he never thought it was liking, was love. Upon knowing that Eleanor was thrown into Finlagoon, standing on the deck, he even wanted to jump in after her, to end it all. But thinking that Eleanor died because of Martha, he stopped his reckless thoughts, wanting to avenge her.