CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72: THOSE ARE STRETCH MARKS

Those are stretch marks; he knew this woman had a child and that the child was stillborn.

Having a child is already a great thing for a woman; he wouldn’t hold it against her for that.

Hugo Quinn’s eyes were very gentle, his fingertips brushed across that patch of skin for a while, and then he scooped her up, wrapping her in a nearby towel, afraid she might catch a cold.

After just having an injection and getting washed, Eleanor Hollis felt a lot better.

She felt the world wobbling, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Hugo Quinn’s handsome chin.

"Mr. Quinn..."

She called out hoarsely and then found herself being placed on the bed.

"Sleep, your body is very weak."

Hugo said gently, pulling a blanket over her.

Eleanor felt a bit embarrassed, she could distinctly sense she wasn’t wearing any clothes; did this person wash her?

"I didn’t do anything else to you, you were all sweaty, I was worried you wouldn’t sleep comfortably, so I bathed you."

He spoke earnestly, as if his intentions were wholeheartedly good.

Eleanor’s face reddened more, having a man bathe her...

Hugo took off his jacket, got on the bed, and pulled her into his arms, "I won’t do anything to you, sleep."

Perhaps it was because she just experienced such a situation, Eleanor’s psychological defenses were very low, coupled with the warmth of the man’s embrace, she really fell asleep.

Hugo lowered his head, looking at her slightly flushed face, suddenly feeling that perhaps such days weren’t too bad.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, a hint of sweetness rising in his heart; such a feeling was unprecedented in his past life.

They slept embracing each other like this until the sunlight slowly crept across the floor onto their bed.

When Eleanor woke up, she found herself still held by someone.

She was momentarily stunned, looking down at the arm across her chest, frowning.

Last night, she attended a gathering and was drugged, and then she met Hugo.

Her memory was hazy at this point, it seems this man even bathed her...

Despite the embarrassing situation now, facing a man who saved her, she truly couldn’t voice any blame.

"Awake?"

Hugo, being rather normal, hugged her tighter, lovingly nuzzling her head.

"Don’t go to that company, I warned you yesterday about the potential unspoken rules."

Eleanor, who initially felt a bit shy, instantly grew irritated upon hearing him mention company matters.

Just as he said, she couldn’t go to that company; Sean Cameron wasn’t up to any good, handing her over to those two men.

If she hadn’t encountered Hugo, she truly dared not imagine what would have happened last night.

"Were you specifically looking for me there last night?"

Otherwise, how could he have coincidentally appeared when she most needed help?

"Mm."

Hugo closed his eyes and suddenly lowered his head, taking a playful bite at her neck.

Eleanor’s face turned crimson, immediately pushing him away, "What are you doing?"

"Interest."

After saying these two words, Hugo swiftly got up and headed to the bathroom.

Eleanor remained buried in the bed, completely unsure of what to do, only able to wrap herself tightly in the blanket.

Quickly, she heard the bathroom door open.

Hugo had already changed into a different outfit, seemingly planning to go to the company.

"Rest well at home today, don’t go to work, and we’ll talk about anything once I’m back."

His words sounded like a husband’s reminder to his wife, inexplicably tinged with a touch of warmth.

Eleanor didn’t argue for a moment, her mind a chaotic mess.

When the bedroom door closed, she lifted the blanket to take a look at herself all over, finding no other marks; he truly had only bathed her.

She sighed, digging out clean clothes from the cabinet to put on.

While washing up, her phone rang, and upon looking, she found it was Sean Cameron.

After last night’s interview, she had his number saved; that man treated her so terribly last night, yet still dared to call her.

Her expression turned unpleasant, but she still pressed the answer button, wanting to see what he had to say.

"Eleanor Hollis! What did you do to President Warren and President Randall last night?! They’re both hospitalized today, I’m telling you, if anything happens to these two bosses, you better not think about staying in Serenford! Get over here and apologize with me immediately!"

Sean’s tone was naturally reproachful, opening his mouth with accusations.

Eleanor listened calmly to him, then let out a mocking laugh.

"Being hospitalized should have been expected; if it weren’t for someone saving me last night, who knows what would have happened."

"Getting close to them is your fortune; do you know how many women want to take shortcuts, yet they specifically chose you? Eleanor Hollis, with your academic background, finding a decent job in Serenford is basically impossible, I’m helping you, don’t be ungrateful."

Sean didn’t see any fault, he had helped many girls like this in the past; those girls initially resisted but later ended up grateful to him.

It’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go from luxury to frugality.

Once such a lifestyle begins, it can’t be stopped.

Eleanor saw his distorted perspective, nothing left to say, "I’m not coming to the company; if apologies are needed, you go yourself, take care."

After speaking, she hung up the phone, giving Sean no chance to counter.

Sean was furious, hearing this morning the two bosses were hospitalized he was scared witless, vaguely thinking Eleanor might have done something.

He wanted to bring Eleanor to visit them, but who would have thought her attitude was so firm, truly damned!

President Warren and President Randall were still lying in the hospital, trembling with fear at the thought of the man from last night.

Their arms had been gruesomely twisted on the spot; the doctor said fragments of the bone had pierced into the flesh, needing surgery for recovery.

They were both regretful and scared, and at the same time held a grudge against that man with gnashing teeth.

As they were planning to seek revenge once they recovered, the doors to the ward opened and several police officers strode in.

"Take them away."

President Warren and President Randall, seeing the police, displays defiance; in the past, they had frequent dealings with the police and, due to their influence, everyone had to show them some respect.

"I see you don’t wish to keep your jobs, call your leader over, I want a word with them."

But the police ignored their antics entirely, forcefully taking them to the station, tossing the evidence collected from last night in front of them both.

"Forcing multiple women, tax evasion, conducting improper transactions, any words left?"

Seeing the evidence, only then did they begin to panic; why were their transaction records with the police?