CHAPTER 764: CHAPTER 764: ATTENDING MY MAN’S WEDDING

On the private plane.

Ronan Keating frowned as he looked at Eleanor Sterling, who was still somewhat weak and lying there. He said, full of disapproval, "Are you really planning to risk your life for a man?"

Eleanor Sterling scoffed, "How do you know I’ll die? I’m living just fine right now."

Seeing Eleanor Sterling’s carefree attitude, Ronan Keating found himself a bit exasperated.

Living just fine, yet she seems to have one foot halfway into the grave.

It’s said that Eleanor Sterling has three types of toxins accumulating inside her. It’s easy to imagine how terrifying it would be if they all erupted at once. At that time, life might truly become worse than death.

Eleanor Sterling turned her head to look at the ink-colored sky outside the window.

Today is Alaric Faulkner’s wedding banquet. How could she possibly miss attending her man’s wedding, and moreover, she had to send a generous gift.

Yvette Ray, sitting to the side, immediately chimed in, "Can you stop disturbing Eleanor’s rest? Everyone else has been sleepless for days, it’s hard enough to find time to rest."

Ronan Keating glanced around at the group resting with their eyes closed on the plane and finally fell silent.

For Eleanor Sterling’s sake, everyone around her who could lend a hand has given their all to help.

Even he couldn’t help but stand by her side, knowing full well the consequences, yet still chose to assist her. Perhaps this is Eleanor Sterling’s charm.

Ronan Keating sighed deeply; this incident is likely to make the Keating Family lose face and become everyone’s laughing stock.

His family’s reputation already suffered a blow during his last engagement. Another event like this might ruin the Keating Family’s century of honor.

He raised an ironic smile.

But he’s already aboard Eleanor Sterling’s ship, and there’s no room for regrets.

The only ones not asleep on-site, besides Ronan Keating and Yvette Ray, were Clara Thornton and Thomas Quincy.

Clara Thornton spoke softly, "Eleanor, why don’t you sleep for a while? I’ll wake you when we arrive."

Eleanor Sterling nodded, "Mm."

Even though she couldn’t sleep, she still lightly closed her eyes to restore her body.

Seeing Eleanor Sterling’s compliance, Clara Thornton nodded satisfactorily. She gave Thomas Quincy a sidelong glance and huffed, "Hey, Eleanor isn’t the same as before. Her situation is very dangerous; keep an eye on her at all times and make sure she doesn’t have any mishaps, got it?"

Thomas Quincy lifted his eyelids, lazily glanced at Clara Thornton, and snorted, "She’s not my anything. Why should I keep an eye on her?"

Clara Thornton choked on his words, momentarily rendered speechless.

His words made sense, but isn’t he Eleanor Sterling’s friend? Isn’t it normal for good friends to go to great lengths for each other?

She grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at his face.

Though Eleanor Sterling had her eyes closed, she heard their bickering and couldn’t help but curve her lips slightly.

Clara Thornton usually stays cooped up in the lab doing research and hasn’t interacted much with the outside world.

Unexpectedly, meeting Thomas Quincy turned her into a fiery little pepper, igniting at the slightest provocation.

Maybe these two, through their constant squabbling, might develop feelings for each other.

That wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Lovers who argue might look mismatched on the surface, but isn’t that just another form of relationship?

After flying for a while, the plane landed at K Country’s private airport. Eleanor Sterling had rested for a few hours, and her body had regained quite a bit of strength.

She stepped off the plane with the morning light, looking at the rising sun, as if feeling reborn. She managed to survive against all odds.

Several luxury cars slowly approached, and black-suited bodyguards stepped out and walked to Ronan Keating, "Fifth Young Master Keating, the vehicles are ready."

Ronan Keating opened the car door, "Get in."

Everyone boarded the cars, and several vehicles headed towards the Keating Family estate.