Chapter 600


    Who’d have thought this guy would be so hot to trot, cooping her up in No. 8 Mansion night after night?


    By the end of the week, Eleanor was exhausted. Her body so tired her legs were shaking. And yet this


    man was still not satisfied. He made her try all kinds of new positions


    This was just after a sessful proposal She could only imagine what the wedding night would be like


    What worried her more wasthat he was feeding her all kinds of health supplements for her body. It was


    bad enough that she had to deal with his insatiable desire, now she had to eat these nasty things too


    Those things were truly disgusting Couldn’t he taste them himself?


    Eleanory on the bed and red at the man who was feeding her, ‘Can’t we just order takeout?”


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    Bernard wiped away the soup stan on her mouth with a napkin, “Takeout isn’t healthy: you should eat


    what I make


    Eleanor reluctantly decided to bottle up her resentment for now, forcing herself up when she felt


    somewhat recovered


    She went to the kitchen. She cooked a very salty dish herself, and proudly served it to Bernard, Try


    what I made


    Bernard looked at the dish, with undissolved satt still on it, and nonchntly put it in his mouth.


    Do you have no taste buds?” Eleanor curiously watched him eat without any reaction.


    Bernard shook his head, his face full of adoration


    Thave taste buds, but he paused, this is made by you, so I’m going to finish it.”


    Eleanor was stunned and quickly stopped him, “Stop eating.”


    She just wanted to get back at him, but he had no reaction and was nning to finish the meal.


    Eleanor remembered that he had a weak stomach. She quickly took his utensils, and reced it with a


    bowl of beef soup she had made.


    “You should have some too.


    Bernard leaned his head to the side like a king overlooking his subjects. 1 don’t need it.”


    Seeing his confident look, Eleanor suddenly remembered what her friend Liana had said, that Mr.


    Laurence was very strong.


    She raised her eyes and took an unconscious look at him from head to toe. Indeed, he didn’t look tired


    at all, instead, he was glowing. He was indeed strong


    Eleanor quietly scooped herself a big bowl. He didn’t need it, but she did


    The next day, Bernard brought a five–star chef home


    They stayed at No 8 Mansion for half a month, and Bernard had put his business on hold.


    His employees were running around like headless chickens, and Cedric the interim CEO, was forcibly


    sent to Africa at this critical time.


    Only Aidyn knew where Bernard was, but he didn’t dare to disturb him. He could only squat outside the


    ss window of the No. 8 Mansion, waiting for Eleanor toe downstairs.


    When Eleanor dide downstairs, it was midnight. She was half sleep and needed to use the


    bathroom. Suddenly, she saw someone squatting outside the window. She was so scared that she


    almost passed out