CHAPTER 18: CHAPTER 18: HAVE ANOTHER CHILD

This is a guest room of The Sterling Family, apart from a bed that’s not very big, there are no other extra decorations.

Alaric Faulkner pushed Faye Sterling onto the bed, and as she looked at his handsome face, her heart instantly started to flutter.

"Al... Alaric." Faye Sterling’s voice was delicate and soft as she gazed at Alaric Faulkner with burning eyes.

"Who gave you the courage to drug me?" Alaric Faulkner narrowed his eyes, his entire body exuding a chilling coldness.

"Alaric." Faye Sterling’s voice was soft, her whole body limp like a pool of water, "I want to be with you. You’ve never touched me. We should have another child."

Upon hearing this, Alaric Faulkner’s face turned cold.

Speaking of children made him even angrier.

If it weren’t for being framed seven years ago, how could he have touched Faye Sterling? Allowing her to bear Mrs. Faulkner’s name was already the greatest mercy.

Alaric Faulkner’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes dark with crimson, the drug Faye Sterling gave him was strong, almost breaking his will.

Faye Sterling saw him in discomfort, hurriedly moved forward to embrace him, "Alaric, let me help you."

The veins on Alaric Faulkner’s forehead throbbed as he forcefully pushed Faye Sterling away, his eyes full of disgust.

Even though he was nearly losing his rational mind, he still didn’t want to touch her, even feeling a physiological aversion to her approach.

This feeling was completely different from seven years ago.

Back then, he only felt his desires had been vented, a taste that left him addicted, wanting more.

Now facing Faye Sterling, he only felt repulsion.

"Get away, don’t touch me."

Faye Sterling initially thought Alaric Faulkner would be intimate with her, but unexpectedly, he pushed her away harshly and turned to leave without a shred of emotion.

Why, even like this, Alaric Faulkner still wouldn’t touch her!

Clearly, that night seven years ago, he and Eleanor Sterling had prolonged intimacy, she was growing impatient waiting.

How was she inferior to Eleanor Sterling?

"Alaric."

She wanted to get up and chase after him, but found her body limp and powerless; she fell back onto the bed, everything before her slowly became blurry.

The scorching lust gradually consumed her reason bit by bit...

After leaving the main hall of the banquet, Eleanor Sterling silently went upstairs; her purpose for returning today went beyond attending the birthday celebration.

In The Sterling Family’s place, there were her mother’s belongings, something Faye had once flaunted before her, items taken by Faye.

In the past, she didn’t have the ability to reclaim them, but now things were different; she would retrieve everything that belonged to her.

Eleanor Sterling quickly found Faye Sterling’s room.

This was one of the larger rooms in The Sterling Family’s abode, decorated gracefully down to every inch, a massive cloakroom filled with luxury items, clearly showing Faye Sterling’s status in The Sterling Family.

Looking at the brand-name bags, shoes, and other such items, Eleanor Sterling’s eyes flashed scornfully.

She casually opened a jewelry box and started searching.

She didn’t know what her mother left behind, but amidst so many pieces of jewelry, finding it was quite challenging.

In the bathroom, Alaric Faulkner submerged in the bathtub, not even having time to remove his clothes.

His soaked white shirt clung tightly to his firm skin, faintly revealing a healthy honey-colored tint, temptingly inviting.

His hair was still dripping, water droplets slowly cascaded from the sharply defined bridge of his nose into his thin lips.

Alaric Faulkner propped his head with one hand, his half-closed eyes holding a gloomy fierceness, faintly emanating a sense of hostility.

The desires within were clamoring; even this tub of icy water couldn’t quell them.

Unexpectedly, an alluring image surfaced in his mind, lingering persistently.

His thoughts were entirely consumed by a wild urge to possess.

When he intended to resolve it with his hand, there suddenly sounded an uproar of rummaging outside.

Occasional mutterings of a woman’s voice echoed.

Alaric Faulkner opened his eyes, and clearly heard the voice’s owner—it was Eleanor Sterling.