CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23: AWKWARD EYE CONTACT

Marcus looked at her with surprise. Although he didn’t speak, it was clear that he really liked Eleanor Hollis’s suggestion.

Hugo Quinn watched this scene and thought of Grace Lynch’s angry expression earlier. He suddenly felt this scene was more like a mother and son.

But realizing what he was thinking, he quickly stopped all thoughts and focused on his own son.

Eleanor Hollis fed him the pills and kindly followed them with water.

"Is it bitter? I’ll wash some strawberries for you."

She noticed the child’s face scrunched up, quickly got up, washed a few strawberries, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Actually, when she made this move, Hugo Quinn was a bit uneasy. He usually treated Marcus very gently, like handling fragile porcelain.

However, Eleanor’s actions were not intentionally gentle, even somewhat "rough."

He wanted to speak to stop her, but saw Marcus obediently eat the strawberries.

"Good boy, let’s play a puzzle game next and see who can complete the whole picture first."

Eleanor saw he had eaten the strawberries, brought two boxes of puzzles, and smiled as she ruffled the child’s hair.

Marcus was very happy, nodding continuously, and finally, the two seriously began the competition.

Compared to the lively Marcus now, he usually seemed too gloomy.

Clearly, Eleanor was an outsider, but at this moment, Hugo felt he was the redundant one.

The two were thoroughly enjoying the game; he quietly watched from the side, noticing Marcus completed the puzzle first while Eleanor regretfully put down the pieces.

He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes filled with laughter.

If the people at Grandeur Group saw their CEO with such an expression, they would definitely find it unbelievable.

After all, the CEO is usually a very serious man, never having an unnecessary expression on his face.

Eleanor was feeling frustrated, sensing the gaze from the side, suddenly looked up, and her eyes met his.

She had always known this young uncle was very handsome, the best-looking man in the Quinton Family.

But she never thought the other had reached this level of attractiveness; his eyes were like an endless abyss, tempting her to explore deeper.

"Miss Hollis, the old lady has woken up and said she wants to go to the bathroom. I’m afraid she’ll fall, so I’m here to inform you."

The driver suddenly opened the door, speaking hurriedly.

Eleanor awkwardly withdrew her gaze, quickly stood up, "I’ll go check on Grandma."

Hugo nodded; actually, he didn’t understand why Eleanor became nervous.

He hadn’t opened up emotionally, never being aware of his own appearance.

"So embarrassing!"

After leaving the ward, Eleanor supported her forehead, saying she had been so absorbed in staring at someone else’s face. Speaking of it would just invite ridicule.

Thankfully, Mr. Quinn has seen big scenes, seemingly not panicking, instead making her look like a clown.

She had to admit that face was indeed very handsome, better than many heartthrobs in the entertainment industry, with sharp angles and deep eyes.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would probably fall after a glance.

Eleanor had heard many rumors, all saying that the people in Serenford wanted to be Hugo Quinn’s lovers, lining up from the inner ring to the outer ring, no wonder Grace Lynch had been so nervous about her position these years.

"Luna, what are you daydreaming about there?"

Bridget Sutton had already dressed and gotten out of bed, though still very weak.

Eleanor quickly patted her face and went over to support the old lady.

"Grandma, didn’t you want to go to the bathroom? I’ll support you, be careful underfoot."

Bridget Sutton smiled kindly, holding her hand, "You’ve worked hard."

After returning from the bathroom, Eleanor helped the old lady lie back on the hospital bed, thinking she had just been playing puzzles with Marcus, and not returning seemed impolite.

But her face felt hot, and she inexplicably didn’t want to see Hugo.

In the next room, Marcus kept looking hopefully at the door, gripping the blanket tightly in his hand.

Hugo was more confused; the child’s attitude towards Eleanor was simply unpredictable.

All these years,

he had tried countless ways to treat his child’s autism, spending a lot of time letting Marcus and Grace interact.

Previously, it was absolutely not allowed for Grace to enter his villa, but to ensure Marcus received enough motherly love, Grace had come over time and again.

They were husband and wife, but amusingly, in the past five years, he had never shared a bed with Grace once, always feeling uneasy at heart.

He thought having Grace would lessen Marcus’s condition, yet each time after interacting with Grace, Marcus became even quieter.

Sometimes he wouldn’t even say a word for a whole year, always staring dazedly at some point.

"Marcus, do you really like Miss Hollis?"

He couldn’t help asking as he picked up an apple nearby, peeling it.

"Yes."

A faint blush appeared on Marcus’s cheek, his fine hair looking soft and somewhat silly.

"Mr. Quinn."

Eleanor’s voice came from the doorway, her eyes curved with a smile, "Grandma is asleep, I’m going home for a while, can’t continue playing puzzles with Marcus."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a trace of loss flash in Marcus’s eyes, silently biting his lips and staring at her.

"Go ahead."

Hugo said, after all, it’s his own son, he had no reason to keep someone tied here.

Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief, not having slept well last night, planning to go home for a good nap while Grandma rested.

After she left, Marcus’s eyes occasionally glanced towards the door, always seeming to expect something.

And Hugo received a call from the company, saying there was a slight problem with the recently signed contract, requiring his personal visit.

"Marcus, I’ll go to the company for about an hour, you stay here and wait, I’ll have the driver uncle watch over you."

Marcus obediently nodded, not a bit reluctant.

Clearly, when Eleanor left just now, he was very disappointed.

Hugo suddenly felt stuffy; after raising his son for so many years, he suddenly felt like someone would take him away.

He ruffled Marcus’s hair and turned to leave.

The driver diligently guarded the door, not daring to let the young master out of sight.

Ten minutes later, Grace returned again, bringing new fruits, and found Hugo not in the ward, instantly feeling uninterested.

But with the driver there, she had to go in and sit for a while.

Marcus had no reaction to her arrival, continuously playing with the puzzle in his hand.

"Marcus, what fruit do you like? I’ll peel it for you."

Grace sat down with a smile, patiently taking the fruit knife from the side.

Marcus didn’t speak, nor did he glance at her, fully engrossed in the puzzle.

Grace took a deep breath; over the years, she was often driven crazy by this child, yet he was the young master of the Quinton Family. She couldn’t do anything!

"Do you like playing puzzles? How about I play puzzles with you?"

She softened her tone, coaxing gently, but Marcus still didn’t respond.