CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35: SPEND THE NIGHT AT MY PLACE

Eleanor Sterling walked back in front of Alaric Faulkner and said, "President Faulkner, don’t you want to go back? Actually, if you want to make do with staying here for one night, it’s possible, but... you know."

Alaric Faulkner’s lips curled into a mocking smile, "And then?"

Eleanor Sterling stood her ground, "I don’t have any extra rooms here, you’ll have to sleep on the sofa, and there’s no receipt!"

Seeming afraid that Alaric Faulkner would argue, she quickly added, "This is already my biggest concession, otherwise you can just leave with Caleb Faulkner."

No matter what, she was in an advantageous position.

Alaric Faulkner didn’t think for long and directly nodded, "Okay."

Eleanor Sterling was silent for a moment, "All right, I’ll get you a pillow and blanket."

Soon, Eleanor Sterling came out of the room, carrying a blanket and pillow, as well as a set of men’s pajamas.

Alaric Faulkner’s gaze darkened, his mind suddenly flashing with what Estelle Sterling had said earlier about a romantic rival. It seemed that the man didn’t just spend one night at Eleanor Sterling’s place, which is why he left pajamas there.

Eleanor Sterling didn’t think much of it; these pajamas did indeed belong to Micah Moss.

However, she wouldn’t often let Micah Moss stay over—only when she needed someone to watch over Estelle Sterling while she was on a business trip.

She hadn’t been alone with Micah Moss in the room herself.

But she didn’t need to explain this to Alaric Faulkner.

Soon, Eleanor Sterling finished her bath. Her pajamas were modest, and without makeup, she appeared even younger, with fair skin that looked like it could be as delicate as an egg.

Though her pajamas were loose and modest, Alaric Faulkner couldn’t help but recall Eleanor Sterling’s perfect figure at the Sterling family’s home.

Someone who usually remained emotionless surprisingly felt a hint of warmth surging through his veins.

After her bath, Eleanor Sterling went straight into her room and closed the door, with no intention of interacting with Alaric Faulkner.

The door separated them.

Late at night, Eleanor Sterling got up for a drink, drowsily forgetting that a grown man was still in her apartment.

In the dark, Eleanor Sterling walked familiarly toward the kitchen.

Alaric Faulkner, with his tall stature, couldn’t quite fit on the sofa completely, leaving his long legs sticking out.

As Eleanor Sterling walked over, she stumbled.

She staggered forward.

"Ouch!"

Alaric Faulkner was caught off guard as Eleanor Sterling landed heavily on top of him, their bodies closely aligned.

Eleanor Sterling grimaced with pain, feeling as if she’d crashed into a solid wall.

Since when was her sofa this hard?

Alaric Faulkner let out a muffled grunt, supporting Eleanor Sterling’s waist, "Miss Sterling, if you want to offer yourself, there’s no need to be so rough, I can fully cooperate."

His low voice rang in her ear, startling Eleanor Sterling.

She scrambled to get up, but the hand on her waist was like a clamp, holding her tightly.

Eleanor Sterling fell back heavily on him, unsure what she was pressing against, yet it felt uncomfortable.

Sensing the muscles beneath her skin tense up, Eleanor Sterling propped her hand up on his chest, "Alaric Faulkner, let go of me."

Alaric Faulkner’s deep voice sounded, "Don’t move."

Eleanor Sterling wouldn’t listen to him; it was obvious he was trying to take advantage of her.

At this moment, Eleanor Sterling regretted her decision. Was her brain soaked? Leaving Alaric Faulkner here felt like a sheep willingly delivered into the lion’s den.

In the dark, Alaric Faulkner’s eyes were like pools of ink.

He was certain that, without the influence of any drugs, he was genuinely reacting to Eleanor Sterling.

Her soft body, fragrant hair—every part of her exerted a fatal attraction.