CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82: OFFERING MYSELF TO YOU

Eleanor Hollis didn’t catch his meaning, she immediately nodded, "Grandma, you can wait here."

She headed towards the store selling items, and before long, she disappeared into the crowd.

"Mr. Quinn."

Bridget Sutton turned slowly, her face full of conflict, but she eventually spoke.

"Eleanor is an unfortunate child, rejected by her parents, grew up in the countryside, and now her parents don’t acknowledge her. I am her only family. A few days ago, I learned she hasn’t been doing well for the past five years in the Quinton Family. I thought she wouldn’t have feelings again so soon, but unexpectedly, she’s with you now..."

Hugo Quinn didn’t respond immediately; he knew this person might continue, so he listened attentively.

"You know what stands between you two. If she is truly your only choice in this lifetime, then I can rest assured handing her to you. But if you’re only playing around, I hope you’ll let Eleanor go; she’s already suffered enough misfortune. Her life was destroyed by her previous marriage, and now she has barely come back to life, it can’t be destroyed by you again."

Her words were heartfelt, and Hugo Quinn understood that this elderly woman truly cared about Eleanor Hollis.

"Grandma, rest assured, I am serious about her. No matter what happens in the future, I will shield her from harm. I won’t let her suffer any bit."

Bridget Sutton showed a bit of emotion on her face and looked down at Marcus.

"Grandma, I like Mommy." Marcus said without blinking, reaching out to grab Hugo Quinn’s sleeve, "Will treat her well."

Bridget Sutton finally felt at ease because Marcus was really a likable child.

"Alright, Mr. Quinn, I’ll leave Eleanor to you. When you get married, you can come to the countryside to inform me, and I’ll personally attend your wedding."

Hugo Quinn nodded and keenly noticed Eleanor Hollis had already bought the items and was coming over, his lips curling slightly.

Eleanor Hollis placed the purchased items into Bridget Sutton’s hands and saw the train was about to arrive.

"If Stella Lynch and Liam Lynch give you trouble, just call me."

Stella Lynch and Liam Lynch have such temperaments, really worried they might trouble the elderly.

Hugo Quinn suddenly patted her shoulder, "Don’t worry, I’ve already contacted a few old servants from the Quinton Family and two or three bodyguards. They’re on the same train as Grandma, already on board, and they will help take care of Grandma in the future."

Eleanor Hollis showed a trace of surprise; what exactly has this person arranged?

Hugo Quinn pinched her face, his lips forming a doting smile, "Maybe Grandma can occasionally play Mahjong with them. Several old servants want to retire in the countryside, they have no relatives, just perfect that they can take care of each other."

Besides, he will regularly send supplies down, ensuring a future life for several people.

Bridget Sutton originally wanted to refuse, but hearing Hugo Quinn say those people were already on the train waiting, she closed her mouth.

Probably afraid she’d refuse, so they boarded early.

"Thank you."

Eleanor Hollis’ voice was a bit hoarse; she knew why this man went to such lengths—it’s all for her.

Ever since knowing him, she’s said thank you too many times and has no idea how to repay him.

"Grandma, with people taking care of you, I’m more at ease, you go on inside."

Eleanor Hollis hugged Bridget Sutton, patting her back, "Take good care of yourself, I’ll come back to see you."

Bridget Sutton nodded, and after knowing Hugo Quinn’s arrangements, her last bit of worry disappeared.

Her intuition told her this was a reliable man.

Eleanor Hollis stayed where she was, until she couldn’t see Bridget Sutton’s figure, before her eyes turned red.

Her shoulder was suddenly embraced by Hugo Quinn, who lowered his head and looked at her with a smiling gaze.

"If you don’t know how to repay me, you can try offering yourself."

His words had a playful tone, but Eleanor Hollis knew he meant it seriously.

Her heart suddenly skipped, awkwardly unable to meet his eyes.

"Eleanor Hollis."

Hugo Quinn pinched her chin, forcing her to look directly at him, "If you like me too, don’t hide it. No matter what the future holds, I’ll be with you. As long as you don’t leave, I’ll never let go."

Eleanor Hollis went weak all over, her mind was buzzing, as if the surrounding scene suddenly blurred, leaving only the man in front.

Unable to argue, she let the man hold her in his arms.

"Let’s go home."

He whispered in her ear, holding her in one arm and pulling Marcus with the other, getting into the car parked outside.

Eleanor Hollis didn’t speak, keeping her head down as if lost in thought.

She could clearly feel her heartbeat, abnormal in its speed.

Facing a man like Hugo Quinn, no woman could guard her heart, it seems.

Her hands, resting on her knees, slowly clenched, finally closing her eyes in helplessness.

Ultimately, where they would go was left to nature.

The car finally stopped in the apartment parking lot, Eleanor Hollis and Marcus got out first, while Hugo Quinn remained in the driver’s seat.

"I’m not coming over tonight, a bit busy these days. Let Marcus stay with you for now."

A surge of reluctance welled up in Eleanor Hollis’ heart, but she nodded and held Marcus’ hand.

Hugo Quinn’s lips curled, sharply noticing the hint of loss in her eyes.

Women shouldn’t be pushed too tight. Letting things go, unexpectedly, yields results.

This is desire in restraint.

In the following days, Eleanor Hollis continued to send resumes online, but Hugo Quinn never came.

She grew increasingly agitated, finally throwing the resume into the trash in frustration.

No matter how many companies she applied to, the result remained the same; her current education level indeed held no advantage.

Marcus sat nearby, eating fruit, seemingly not at all missing his dad.

Eleanor Hollis felt frustrated, she couldn’t possibly call Hugo Quinn over herself, could she?

Just as she thought this, the phone rang.

She thought it was Hugo Quinn, her eyes lit up, but when she looked, it turned out to be Nathaniel Quinn.

Seems he changed his number.

"Eleanor, did Joelle go to trouble you? Sorry, I just found out today. I’ve already severely reprimanded her."

Eleanor Hollis’ face sank; with Joelle’s temperament, if reprimanded by Hugo Quinn, she’d likely harbor more resentment against Eleanor.

This man certainly doesn’t understand his own sister.

"Nathaniel Quinn, I hope you can make it clear to her, it’s not me pestering you, it’s you pestering me."

Nathaniel Quinn’s heart ached, "Eleanor..."

Is there really no chance for them at all?

"Eleanor, I find myself increasingly concerned about you. What should I do..."

Nathaniel Quinn’s voice was full of pain, eyes reddened.