This was the first time Dylan Dawson confided in someone. Everyone thought he was crazy, but only he knew that it was the past that had step by step pushed him to this point. The two of them ate quite a bit. Eleanor Hollis eventually didn’t drink any alcohol. After eating, she stared blankly at the countryside scenery, suddenly feeling a bit nostalgic for her grandmother. If it weren’t for her foolishness, her grandmother wouldn’t have died. And Gloria, in another world, they must be living well. She thought for a while, and then lay down on the lawn, drifting into a hazy sleep. Dylan Dawson put away the bottle and set the glass down neatly. He hadn’t heard Eleanor Hollis speak for a long time, so he turned his head and realized she had already fallen asleep. What’s going on, she actually fell asleep here. He quietly moved closer and found that even while in a deep sleep, her brows were furrowed tightly. She must be longing to return to Hugo Quinn’s side. His lips pursed, and suddenly he wasn’t sure what he was thinking. He wished time could just stop at this moment, never moving forward again. At least in his life, he could have a bit of colorful memory left. He bent over, wanting to pick up Eleanor Hollis, but thinking of something, he ultimately straightened up and instead patted her shoulder. "Wake up, don’t sleep here." Eleanor Hollis’s brow furrowed slightly as she slowly opened her eyes and then rubbed her head. "It’s late, go to sleep. Tomorrow I plan to go to town with them. I should be able to get in touch with Hugo Quinn there. I have to hurry back." She didn’t turn her head, unaware that Dylan Dawson was standing frozen in place. This village is extremely secluded, surrounded by mountains and cliffs. Every month, one has to trek through mountains and rivers to reach the town. The people in the village are almost entirely self-sufficient, and there’s no school or anything like that. None of them have ever gone to school and still live in the most primitive way. To go to town, one has to follow the people who bring supplies, and it only happens once a month, sometimes even after several months. Tomorrow is their day to get supplies from the town. Eleanor Hollis wants to seize this opportunity to go with them, head to the town to find a mobile phone, and then make a call to Hugo Quinn, at least letting him know that she is still safe. She lay on the bed and soon fell asleep. Still sitting on the lawn, Dylan Dawson couldn’t sleep, thinking about Eleanor Hollis leaving and feeling a bit panicked. It seemed as if the world was about to be left with only him again, no one caring for him, no one like Eleanor Hollis would listen to him confide about those past events. He wanted her to stay. He wouldn’t use her to threaten Hugo Quinn anymore. As long as she stayed by his side, it didn’t matter where they went. He would forget the name Dylan Dawson and live a decent life. This thought was so insane. Dylan Dawson placed his hand behind his head, and after realizing these thoughts, his eyes flashed. Actually, he could easily prevent Eleanor Hollis. If he killed everyone here, he could live with her forever. Dylan Dawson slowly stood up, looking at the few lights in the village. The sudden thought swiftly vanished. He patted something on his pants, then went into his room. The next day, Eleanor Hollis got up early. Without time to eat, she went to the appointed place, but she didn’t see the people who were supposed to go get supplies, and the whole area was empty. She was a bit puzzled, grabbing someone passing by and began to ask. "Where are the people going to get supplies? Didn’t they say they’d wait for me here?" The person saw it was Eleanor Hollis, and their face was full of smiles. They all knew it was Eleanor Hollis, after all, the village is small, and there are only a few families coming and going, everyone remembered this unfamiliar face at a glance. "Yes, they were supposed to wait for you here, but your husband suddenly told them that you didn’t plan to go and wanted to stay here for a while longer. Miss Hollis, your husband is so good to you, saying that you can’t see this kind of scenery in the city, and wanted to stay here with you." Eleanor Hollis instinctively thought of Hugo Quinn, her heart skipped a beat, but after calming down, she knew that it definitely wasn’t Hugo Quinn. Read full story at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 If Hugo Quinn had come here, the first thing would be to find her. So the only one left is Dylan Dawson! Her face flushed with anger, and she walked over to where Dylan Dawson lived. Dylan Dawson was already sitting in the courtyard and wasn’t surprised at all to see her coming. "This is their own brewed tea, do you want to try it?" His face was full of smiles, seemingly unaware of how much of a bastard he had been. Eleanor Hollis was so angry that her eyes turned red, tightly clenching her teeth. "Why did you do this?" Her voice was hoarse; this was the only chance to contact Hugo Quinn. Next time the people go to town, it would be a month or even a few months later. Dylan Dawson didn’t answer, placing a cup of tea in front of her, but Eleanor Hollis reached out and slapped it away, directly hitting his hand. The boiling tea water instantly splashed onto Dylan Dawson’s hand, visibly raising several blisters, but Dylan Dawson seemed not to feel it, just quietly watching her. He placed the teacup down, his eyelashes drooping. Having seen Dylan Dawson’s arrogant and domineering posture, Eleanor Hollis had never seen him look so pitiful as he did now, like a dog about to be abandoned. Her throat was hoarse, and then she slowly sighed, her eyes also reddening. "I want to go back. Hugo Quinn is very worried about me. I’m not like you, indifferent to everything outside. Dylan, you really are selfish." After she said that, she left without looking back. Dylan Dawson tightly squeezed the teacup. That word "selfish" was like a knife, harshly stabbing into his heart. Yes, he had always been a selfish person, selfish and bastardly, such a person shouldn’t be alive at all. Why did she save him then, save this heinous person? Feeling irritated, Eleanor Hollis went outside, realizing that the people who went to get supplies were already far away, and felt somewhat sad. She found some dry food and a few bottles of water, putting everything into a bag. She couldn’t care so much anymore. Even walking, she wanted to make her way to the town. Hugo Quinn must be very worried about her; she needed to contact him immediately. "You’re going to walk there?" Dylan Dawson came to her side, but Eleanor Hollis, caught up in her emotions, had no intention of responding to him. Knowing he was in the wrong, Dylan Dawson snatched her bag. "Do you know the way? In such hot weather, what if you get a heatstroke on the way? Eleanor Hollis, why don’t you think of yourself?" He was somewhat angry, inexplicably angry, but Eleanor Hollis seemed as if she hadn’t heard him, taking the bag and continuing to pack it. Dylan Dawson’s heart was pricked a little; he didn’t want to see her current attitude, like a hedgehog with all its quills raised.