Chapter 73

Nathaniel was mocking Eleanor. After all, after giving her all to leave him, she ended up in a place no bigger than a pigeon hole.

Eleanor wanted to say something, but he didn't give her the chance, turning to leave after a curt answer. At the door, he came to a sudden stop and said, "You should change the lock on your door. The people hanging around here are rather dodgy. It's for your safety."

Without waiting for a reply, he continued forward, as stoic as he had always been.

Eleanor glanced at the door lock and shut the door with a bang; in a swift move.

Nathaniel couldn't help but pause for a split second while going down the staircase, but he didn't turn back and continued downstairs.

Ethan was waiting for him by the side of the road. The luxurious car and number plate immediately attracted quite a few spectators. Nevertheless, they seemed invisible to Nathaniel as he climbed into the car expressionlessly.

After closing the door for him, Ethan went around to the driver's seat in the front. He was driving for a while until an electric scooter suddenly appeared in front of him, and both of them almost crashed.

With lingering fear, the scooter driver jumped off and kept apologizing.

"Let's go if everything's fine," Nathaniel instructed impatiently with a frown. He couldn't be bothered to waste his time on this.

The next second, Ethan said, "Mr. Carter, isn't that Ms. Thompson? Where is she going?"

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel twirled his head around quickly.

Eleanor had changed into a simple T-shirt and shorts. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was driving further and further away with her back to them. Before her figure disappeared, she stopped and walked into a pharmacy at the side of the road.

Nathaniel's fingers balled up a little, and the edges of his lips tightened.

"Mr. Carter, is Ms. Thompson unwell? Should I—"

"Drive," Nathaniel interjected in an icy tone.

Eleanor popped the pill right after buying it. She was already familiar with the taste of this white pill. Despite that, the bitterness lingered in her mouth, unable to disperse.

Just when she was about to head home, she heard someone calling from behind.

"Elle."

Eleanor stopped for a moment, but she didn't turn back and continued walking. Without hesitation, Julian marched to her and grabbed her hand.

Eleanor frowned. "Let go."

"I will after I finish speaking," he said and tightened his grip.

Eleanor could feel the pain in her bones, and her frown deepened.

"What happened last night was a misunderstanding," Julian said.

Eleanor couldn't stop herself from chuckling. "Misunderstanding? Are you saying that you were framed as well?" Julian stared at her for a while. "No, but I did that because I like you. I just wanted to fight for—"

"I'm sorry. I can't handle your affection," she interrupted sarcastically.

Julian slowly released his grip. Then, he chuckled. "So, you'd rather choose Nathaniel Carter, a man who has no feelings for you?"

All of a sudden, Eleanor was at a loss for words, and Julian clenched his jaw little by little.

"I saw it earlier. He dropped you home, didn't he? Were you together last night?"