Chapter 20
Time passed quickly, and soon an hour had gone by.
Standing downstairs. Percival paced nervously, unwilling to leave. He kept trying to call Eleanor, but his phone was met with the automatic message that her phone was off. Little did he knew. to Eleanor and Victor at this moment, he was nothing more than an inconsequential doorman. Eventually, after they finished their meal, Victor glanced at the scene below and asked Eleanor. “Do you want to keep watching?”
“No.” she replied, determined. “I need your help moving.”
Victor nodded, quickly settled the bill, and ushered Eleanor out through a side entrance. When they arrived at Eleanor’s apartment, she paused before he could enter and requested he wait outside for five minutes. After the time elapsed, she let Victor in. The apartment was strikingly devoid of any photos of her and Percival, or anything that belonged to a man, as Percival never spent the night here..
“Victor, just give me a moment to grab a few things,” Eleanor said.
Victor locked around, taking in the spaciousness of her living room, where a large photo hung of her when she won her first modeling award. If she had never retired back then, she would have been a household name by now.
Five more minutes went by before Eleanor emerged from the bedroom, clutching a teddy bear to her chest. “This is all I want to take.” “Leave everything else behind”
“Let the memories come to rest.” Beznor shook her head dispassionately, but at that moment, Victor suddenly pulled her close and pressed his cold lips against hers. At first, Eleanor was surprised, but then she shut ber eyes and began to respond. As Victor’s hand slipped beneath her shirt, they both abruptly halted. The rest, we can take care of later, but in this moment, do my kisses bring your memories a little more joy?”
Eleanor clung to Victor, feeling his steady breath. From now on, she vowed never to let anyone hurt her again; she would hold tight to everything that belonged to her. Meanwhile, Percival had been waiting for Eleanor at Cherry Blossom Grove for four hours, initially determined to wait until she arrived. However, he soon received a phone call from Celeste. “Percival, where are you? I’m at your place and can’t find you. I’m feeling so sick… Why hasn’t the situation with the photos been suppressed? this will ruin me.”
Percival shook himself awake at her anxious words and rushed back home. Upon arrival, be found Celeste standing pitifully on one leg at the door. Without thinking, be enveloped her in his arms. “I won’t let you be destroyed, and I won’t let Heavens Arts fall apart.”
“Percival. I only have you. You can’t abandon me or the baby,” she sobbed.
Percival gently patted Celeste’s back, promising to have the team release a press statement overnight. The truth was overshadowed by a rumor–when Celeste’s injured leg had wobbled, he had simply tried to steady her, and they both fell, nothing like the image suggested they were doing
He kept sacrificing Eleanor’s reputation while hinting at someone orchestrating the smear campaign behind the scenes, urging the public not to be easily misled.
