Chapter 65


    As the waiter just happened to pass by with a food cart, Jason’s embarrassment disappeared.


    Pretending nothing was wrong, he picked up his knife and fork and elegantly cut the steak.


    After cutting it, he put the steak on Eleanor’s te


    “Ms. Shultz, you’re too skinny, you should eat more.”


    Compared to five years ago, Eleanor had indeed lost a lot of weight


    She used to look full of energy


    Now she was extremely thin, no wonder she got tired easily.


    Eleanor had no appetite, so she picked at a few pieces of lettuce and put down her fork. She didn’t


    touch the steak Jason had cut for her.


    Jason thought it was because she didn’t like him, so she didn’t want to eat the food he gave her, and


    his expression became somewhat dejected.


    After dinner, Jason wanted to take her home, but Eleanor coldly rejected him.


    She was ignored once before and would never approach him again, She’d rather keep her distance


    and stay safe.


    After refusing Jason, she went to the hotel parking garage, searched for the business car’s key in her


    bag, and nned to drive it. home, only to findthat her phone had been vibrating in her bag.


    She took a look at the phone and it was still Mr. Law calling her.


    He must be trying to sleep with her again, given his frantic search for her. But her body couldn’t handle


    it anymore.


    She thought for a moment, then replied to him on WhatsApp, Tm so tired. Can you let me rest for now


    and we’ll talk in a few days?”


    Mr. Law still had evidence of her attempts to kill Josef.


    Although Josef would face a bunch of problems from the Caporal Group when he woke up and


    wouldn’t have time to bother her for now.


    But if Mr. Law got angry and directly exposed her n, Josef would surely be the first to retaliate


    against her, and she’d end up worse off. Even if she didn’t want to be tortured by Mr. Law, she had to


    appease him for the sake of not alerting Josef.


    After sending the message, she turned off her phone, took out the car key, and opened the car door.


    Just as she was about to get into the car, a Bugatti suddenly stopped in front of her.


    The window slowly rolled down, revealing a side profile so exquisite and sharp that it was breathtaking


    in the dim light.


    When Eleanor saw who it was, her heart skipped a beat.


    She didn’t know if Bernard was looking for her, so she decided not to linger and tried to get into her car,


    holding the door open.


    But a cold masculine voice came from behind her, “Get in my car.”


    Eleanor froze on the spot. Didn’t he tell her to never appear in front of him again?


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    Then why would he let her get in his car?


    Eleanor gazed at the man sitting in the car, his eyes devoid of emotion, piercing through her with an icy


    coldness.


    It felt as though his intent was to choke the life out of her should she refuse toply.


    After a brief internal struggle, Eleanor reluctantly approached the Bugatti. Her initial inclination was to


    upy the back seat, but finding the door locked, she had no alternative but to enter through the


    passenger side.


    Clearly, he expected her to take the passenger seat. Sitting in such proximity to him made Eleanor


    uneasy, but she dared not defy


    his wishes


    She bit her teeth, opened the passenger door, and slid in.


    As soon as she was seated and had her seatbelt on, Bernard started the car.


    This was the first time she had been in his car, or more urately, since following him, he had never


    driven her anywhere before.


    All their memories were in bed, without much talking.


    This loveless rtionship had supposedly ended, but he actually took the initiative to find her. It was


    strange.


    Eleanor didn’t know where Bernard nned to take her, nor did she dare to ask. She simply sat quietly


    in the car without saying a word.


    Bernard drove her to an undeveloped beach.


    The car came to a halt at a dimly lit intersection, devoid of streetlights. The eerie surroundings triggered


    unsettling thoughts in Eleanor’s mind, conjuring up images of news stories about murderers disposing


    of lifeless bodies. Her nerves began to fray.


    Bernard remained inside the car, neglecting to step out, and instead, he rolled down the window,


    allowing the salty sea breeze to permeate the vehicle.


    He averted his gaze, toying with a cigarette in one hand, maintaining a disconcerting silence.


    Observing his peculiar behavior, Eleanor couldn’t resist stealing a furtive nce at him.


    In that fleeting moment, she caught sight of his bloodshot eyes, as if he were desperately suppressing


    something. Her heart. quivered with unease; he appeared far from well.


    Gripping her seatbelt tightly, she summoned the courage to ask softly, “Mr. Laurence, is everything


    alright?”