The desire burning inside Eliana was instantly doused as if by a bucket of icy water. She stared at Dylan, hurt and angry. “Dylan, do you actually believe those lies Stella spread about me? Is that why you won’t touch me?
“I went abroad for treatment and only just recovered. I missed you so much that I came back to see you. That night we met, you were drunk and held onto me like you’d never let go. Later, I found out I was pregnant, and I risked my life to give birth to our child. Is this how you treat me after all that?”
Eliana couldn’t understand why Dylan still refused to be intimate with her even after she had gone this far.
Dylan also felt terribly guilty. He gently stroked Eliana’s hair, looking at her eyes full of tears. But he felt no desire for her.
It was a strange feeling. He was supposed to love Eliana.
That year when Eliana returned, they had lain in the same bed. When he woke the next morning, Eliana was crying and wanted to leave. He begged her to stay, but she left anyway.
Dylan believed he had hurt her that night and blamed himself even more, later sending her a large sum of money so she could live comfortably abroad.
Now, Dylan just felt awful.
Eliana watched Dylan’s agitated expression. Being someone who had always known how to manipulate men, she understood she couldn’t push him too far. So she retreated tactically, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “Dylan, I’ll wait for you,” she said softly, then left the room with tears in her eyes.
Dylan sank down wearily on the edge of the bed, gazing at Liam sleeping soundly.
He was puzzled by the way Liam reacted to Serena. Liam had never called Eliana “Mommy,” yet he’d called Serena both times they’d met.
Liam was bright for his age, almost three, and spoke clearly when he chose to. But he was usually quiet, content to play by himself.
Under the soft light, Dylan looked at his son’s adorable, doll–like face and managed a faint smile. He got up to shower, but his mind drifted back to Spencer’s words earlier, stirring up a wave of frustration he couldn’t shake.
*****
Serena declined Spencer’s offer to take her home and returned alone to Cloudmere Estate.
Chris was already back and looked at her pale, worn–out face with concern. “Ms. Hale, you don’t look well. Should I call the family doctor?” Even though Serena was highly skilled in medicine herself, he couldn’t help but worry.
“I’m fine,” Serena shook her head. Her eyes fell on the documents in his hand. “What did you find out?”
Serena sank tiredly into a chair. She was exhausted today, but the matter with Kismet Bar had to be dealt with. Whether it could be saved depended entirely on this investigation.
Chris took a seat across from Serena, skipping the details and going straight to the point. “Ms. Hale, the alcoholic beverages we sent for inspection were all counterfeit. The supplier is the Lambert family–Eliana’s family.”
Serena’s eyes widened slightly. “The Lambert family?” A faint, cold smile touched her lips. ‘What a coincidence. They’re practically serving themselves up to be exposed,‘ she thought.
Eliana had even dared to steal credit for saving a life. Serena was curious what else she would try to claim next.
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