CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 91: STOLEN KISS

He spoke with such composure, leaving without the slightest hesitation.

Scarface went limp all over, kneeling on the ground, his face ashen.

If they had known provoking Eleanor Hollis would lead to their doom, they would never have taken this job.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Hugo Quinn had already returned to the car by this time, feeling at ease with Lan Yancy handling things.

After returning to the villa, he lingered outside Eleanor Hollis’s room for a while. In the end, he couldn’t resist and slowly unlocked the door with a key.

Eleanor Hollis was already asleep. Because of the injuries on her face, she couldn’t sleep on her side, so her face was turned toward the ceiling.

Hugo stopped by the bedside, slowly sat down, and gently caressed her face with his hand.

This time, he had been negligent. If he had arrived a bit earlier, she wouldn’t have been hurt.

Eleanor Hollis’s childhood had already been unfortunate enough, and after marrying into the Quinton Family, her life was further ruined.

From now on, he would never let her get hurt again.

With this thought in his heart, his gaze became even more tender as he slowly leaned down to leave a kiss on Eleanor Hollis’s forehead.

Eleanor’s eyelids twitched slightly; she had known since Hugo entered but didn’t want to open her eyes, fearing awkwardness between them.

Now, feeling his actions, her heart pounded fiercely as if she were suffocating, the oxygen in the air becoming so thin.

After the kiss landed on her forehead, it finally came to rest on her lips.

Eleanor’s face blushed fiercely, but fortunately, with her injuries, Hugo couldn’t really see anything; otherwise, he would have known she was awake.

Eleanor quietly clenched the sheets beneath her, eager to know what this man intended to do.

Soon, his lips pressed against hers.

He was trying to part her teeth, and Eleanor’s breathing became slightly erratic; she didn’t know how to react at all.

A sleeping person should be defenseless, allowing him to succeed, but she was still awake.

Just as she hesitated, her mouth slowly opened.

Hugo easily succeeded, kissing her gently.

Eleanor was so embarrassed she could have pounded this man’s head in; it was bad enough he had secretly come to her room while she was hurt, but he was even taking advantage.

She couldn’t understand how he managed to kiss such a swollen face that looked like a steamed bun.

Hugo stopped after just a taste, then straightened up and quietly left the room.

Once the door to the room was closed again, Eleanor finally opened her eyes.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then touched her lips with her fingers. It was strange; she used to struggle a bit before, but now she could accept him so calmly.

A tinge of shyness spread from her heart. She even thought, with a touch of insensitivity, that the man was actually quite a good kisser.

My goodness, what was she thinking?!

Eleanor bit her lip hard, trying to calm herself down.

After Hugo left, the suffocating feeling disappeared, and the oxygen level in the room seemed to return to normal.

Eleanor’s thoughts ran wild until midnight, only then did she fall asleep again in a daze.

The next day, when she woke up, the swelling on her face had reduced significantly. It seemed the ointment the doctor had provided was really effective.

She went downstairs, but Hugo was nowhere to be found, neither was Marcus; only the housekeeper was preparing breakfast.

"Where are Mr. Quinn and Marcus?"

"Mr. Quinn took the little ancestor back to the old house. He told Miss Hollis to have a good meal and stay here until the injury heals before leaving."

Eleanor frowned with concern; Old Master Quinn didn’t particularly like her staying here. Was it possible someone reported them last night, prompting Hugo to go back to the Quinton Family?

She reflexively thought it must have been Grace Lynch up to something again. With a sigh, she wondered when days like this would finally end.

However, this time she really wronged Grace Lynch, who was still lying outside Nathaniel Quinn’s villa.

After passing out last night and because of Nathaniel’s orders, no one from the villa came out to help her, so she spent the whole night there.

It was the scorching sunlight that woke her; when she opened her eyes, she was almost dazzled unconscious by the glaring light.

Once her eyes adjusted slightly, she slowly opened them.

Above was the high sky, below was the hard stone slab she lay upon.

Grace Lynch rose, only then realizing she was still outside Nathaniel Quinn’s villa; he had genuinely left her there all night!

She shook with rage, standing up slowly.

Because she was so weak, she almost fell back to her knees.

"Nathaniel Quinn!!"

She felt indignant; why did the man treat her this way?!

She approached the door only to find two bodyguards blocking her path, "Miss Lynch, please go back. Mr. Quinn has instructed that you are not allowed to step inside again."

Grace’s eyes reddened. If even Nathaniel won’t take her in anymore, she really didn’t know where she would go.

Although when she married Hugo, life was always good, she had never worked in all these years and would receive a huge sum from Hugo’s assistant every month, living quite comfortably and squanderously.

She had nowhere to go; buying a villa in a place like Serenford was nearly impossible.

Having become accustomed to living in villas, asking her to rent an apartment was unthinkable, worse than death itself.

"I have something to say to him; call him out for me!!"

Having nothing left, she definitely couldn’t let him dump her.

"Sir went to the old house early this morning, Miss Lynch. If you have any business, go find him there. We won’t let you enter this villa."

The bodyguards’ faces were resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Grace gritted her teeth and stomped away.

Why did Nathaniel go to the old house? Did something happen?

Meanwhile, the old house was filled with a somber atmosphere.

Nathaniel Quinn was sweating at the brow, feeling weak in the knees as his uncle presented the evidence.

Didn’t Grace Lynch say everything was done perfectly and no one would know they plotted this?

How in just a single night did his uncle gather so much evidence along with witnesses and videos?

Hugo arrived this morning with the store staff from that time and the man who bought the card for Nathaniel.

With the truth before him, Nathaniel could offer no defense.

For that man had been by his side for many years, always obeying his instructions and discreetly handling numerous dirty affairs on his behalf, a fact likely known to the Quinton Family members.

Elder Quinn’s face was as dark as a pot’s bottom, maintaining silence throughout, leaving his thoughts unknown to anyone.

"Grandfather..."

Nathaniel croaked, slowly kneeling. He was still injured, and this action turned his face instantly pale.