CHAPTER 737: CHAPTER 737: I’VE BEEN THINKING OF YOU

Caleb patted his chest and said, "Daddy, don’t worry, there’s absolutely no problem with us taking action. We’ve already hacked the system; your registration information with that wicked woman has been erased."

Estelle Sterling added, "Which means your registration information is invalid."

"Well done."

Alaric Faulkner curled his lips into a cold smile, his eyes filled with a chilling light.

He’s never been someone who could be threatened, and once he gets his hands on all the antidotes, he will slowly play with Franklin Faulkner.

Alaric Faulkner returned to the villa in Aethelgard.

He brought Eleanor Sterling a gift from his business trip, a cake made by a famous pastry chef.

Eleanor Sterling took it, delighted like a child.

It seemed like it was the first time she’d received a gift from him.

"Eat it quickly."

Eleanor Sterling opened the box, scooped a spoonful with a small fork, and then handed it to Alaric Faulkner, "You have a bite too."

Alaric Faulkner shook his head, "I won’t eat; you eat it quickly."

Helplessly, Eleanor Sterling had to put it into her mouth.

Usually, she had no reaction, but now, after swallowing the cake, she suddenly felt nauseous, her face changed, and she covered her mouth wanting to vomit.

Alaric Faulkner frowned and pulled Eleanor Sterling over, unexpectedly sealing her lips like that.

Eleanor Sterling was shocked and instantly forgot what she was going to do.

That mouthful of cake was swallowed down in her surprise.

A moment later, Alaric Faulkner released Eleanor Sterling, curling his lips into a smile, "I’ve tasted the cake too. It’s very sweet, very delicious."

Listening to his nonchalant words, Eleanor Sterling felt both embarrassed and speechless.

Alaric Faulkner took the fork from Eleanor Sterling’s hand and coaxed in a low voice, "I specially bought it for you. If you don’t eat it, wouldn’t it waste my effort? How about I feed you?"

Seeing Alaric Faulkner’s considerate manner, Eleanor Sterling couldn’t refuse, though she felt a bit nauseous about the cake. She lightly nodded in agreement.

Alaric Faulkner scooped a spoonful, and Eleanor Sterling opened her mouth to bite into it.

Just as she was about to swallow, her stomach churned violently, a wave of nausea more intense than before surged over her.

Eleanor Sterling immediately stood up and ran towards the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and vomiting. Although she hadn’t eaten the cake, she emptied everything in her stomach today.

Alaric Faulkner followed, gently patting Eleanor Sterling’s back to help her breathe, "Eleanor, are you okay?"

Eleanor Sterling’s face was pale, taking deep breaths.

"I’m...I’m okay. It’s because of the pregnancy. Normally, I wouldn’t be this nauseous about cake."

Alaric Faulkner furrowed his brows tightly, his hands clenching uncontrollably at his side, his eyes dark and unclear.

"Hmm, it’s okay, if you can’t eat it, don’t." Alaric Faulkner’s voice was hoarse, like suppressed emotions.

Eleanor Sterling thought he was sad.

After all, he specifically brought something for her to eat, but she threw it up and didn’t eat it.

"Are you okay now? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Eleanor Sterling shook her head, "I’m fine now. Throwing up helps, but I can’t bear the cake’s smell."

"Then let me help you to bed to rest."

Eleanor Sterling leaned weakly against Alaric Faulkner, still feeling a bit dizzy.

Alaric Faulkner simply carried her horizontally and took her to the room upstairs.

After gently placing Eleanor Sterling on the bed, Alaric Faulkner covered her with the blanket.

Eleanor Sterling looked at him and said, "Sleep with me. I kept thinking about you the days you were away."

Hearing this, Alaric Faulkner went up and held Eleanor Sterling in his arms.

Eleanor Sterling found a comfortable spot in his embrace, rubbed against him, and soon closed her eyes, breathing evenly as she fell asleep.

Watching Eleanor Sterling asleep in his arms, Alaric Faulkner’s eyes were filled with a fierce malice.

The antidote was mixed in the cake, but Eleanor Sterling couldn’t eat it.