Free Web NovelChapter 115: Chapter 115: Don’t Tell Me Elliot Has Fallen for Georgia
Since he’d already broken up with Amanda Thorne, why did he help take down the news stories?
For a moment, Hayley Sullivan and the others couldn’t figure out what Elliot Sheridan was thinking.
The mention of Elliot Sheridan reminded her of Georgia Thorne, who had left with him. "Why did Georgia Thorne leave with Elliot Sheridan?" freēwebnovel.com
Hayley Sullivan was deeply concerned. ’Don’t tell me Elliot Sheridan has taken a liking to Georgia Thorne!’
Jane Jennings took one look at her daughter’s face and knew exactly what she was thinking.
Jane Jennings knew about most of the things Hayley Sullivan had done to Georgia Thorne.
She explained the situation to Hayley Sullivan in detail. "A man like Elliot Sheridan definitely has high standards for a partner. Georgia Thorne doesn’t measure up in any way!"
Georgia Thorne had a low social standing, and what’s more, she had slept with old men.
A woman who wasn’t ’clean’ was the biggest taboo for men.
Hayley Sullivan felt Jane Jennings had a point and began to relax.
’She was sure Georgia Thorne couldn’t pull any tricks.’
Justin Sullivan reluctantly followed Silas Sullivan to continue entertaining the guests. He was completely distracted, his mind filled with the image of Georgia Thorne leaving with Elliot Sheridan.
’On the surface, she calls Elliot Sheridan ’Uncle.’ Doesn’t that mean they can’t possibly be a couple?’
As for a secret, shameful relationship, Justin Sullivan could only think of one possibility—she was his kept woman.
He secretly clenched his fists. ’If Elliot Sheridan hadn’t shown up today, he would have had a chance to get back together with Georgia Thorne.’
Meanwhile, Georgia Thorne, who had gotten into the car with Elliot Sheridan, didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, sitting obediently and bolt upright beside him.
In the dim light, Georgia Thorne snuck peeks at Elliot Sheridan from the corner of her eye. His handsome features were deep-set, his rugged jawline taut.
His face was expressionless. Georgia Thorne couldn’t guess what he was thinking.
’He seemed angry, but then again, maybe not.’
Owen Sawyer was driving, and like Georgia Thorne, he didn’t dare to breathe too deeply.
Originally, Elliot Sheridan hadn’t planned on attending Silas Sullivan’s birthday banquet.
Selena Sheridan had just broken up with Justin Sullivan, so logically, the two families wouldn’t be interacting for a while.
But for Georgia Thorne’s sake, Elliot Sheridan had personally gone to retrieve her.
He sighed inwardly. ’He’s really fallen for her, and hard!’
Elliot Sheridan had Owen Sawyer pull over at a busy intersection, told him to get out, and took the wheel himself.
Now, only the two of them were left in the car. Georgia Thorne sat in the passenger seat, secretly studying him.
At a red light, just as Georgia Thorne was staring intently at him, the man suddenly turned his head.
His deep, dark eyes met hers, catching the little peeker red-handed.
"Can’t tear your eyes away?"
His teasing voice slid into Georgia Thorne’s ears, and her pale ears instantly became red and hot.
She retorted softly, "No, I wasn’t!"
’She just wanted to see if he was angry, and then she accidentally stared a little too long.’
The light turned green. He stepped on the gas and drove through the intersection.
A large, warm, dry hand covered the back of Georgia Thorne’s hand, gripping it tightly.
Georgia Thorne lowered her head, her face flushing uncontrollably. "Keep your eyes on the road!" she chided.
She swatted his hand away, but it immediately came back to rest on hers.
He gripped her small hand tightly, his thumb kneading her palm. It felt good, so soft.
’Not just her hands, her whole body was like that—pale and soft.’
Elliot Sheridan didn’t drive fast. He held Georgia Thorne’s small hand the entire way, not letting go even when her palm grew sweaty from his grip.
After driving for a while, Elliot Sheridan spoke. "Your place or mine?"
It took Georgia Thorne several seconds to process what Elliot Sheridan meant.
Meeting his suggestive gaze, her cheeks flushed scarlet. She stammered, "Y-Your place!"
’Nancy Hughes was at her place.’
Whenever Nancy Hughes saw Elliot Sheridan, she acted as if she’d seen a ghost and became extremely uncomfortable.
Georgia Thorne was thinking the same thing as Elliot Sheridan. In her small apartment, when things got heated, she wouldn’t be able to let herself go.
Desire rushed to his head. He slammed on the accelerator.
There was no one in the apartment; the hourly cleaner had already gone home.
It was cold and empty.
The moment he opened the door, Elliot Sheridan pushed her against it, lowering his head to kiss her passionately.
"Um, I can explain," Georgia Thorne said softly, her breathing a little ragged.
"Explain what? That if I hadn’t gone to the Sullivan family’s home, you would’ve married Justin Sullivan?"
"Wh-What?" Georgia Thorne froze for a second, a look of confusion on her face.
"You don’t know? Justin Sullivan wanted to confess to Silas Sullivan. He wanted Silas Sullivan to approve of you!"
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Georgia Thorne truly hadn’t expected this from Justin Sullivan.
’She was, at least nominally, his niece! How could he possibly think Silas Sullivan would approve of them? It was impossible!’
’Anyone with a shred of morality wouldn’t agree to them being together.’
Feeling wronged, Georgia Thorne hugged the man tightly. "I really didn’t know."
Elliot Sheridan snorted, but his last bit of anger was smoothed away by her pleading embrace.
’If she had known what Justin Sullivan was planning and still went to the Sullivan estate with him, he would have skinned her alive!’
Elliot Sheridan withdrew his hand, his voice hoarse from their previous two rounds. "Alright, I won’t touch you again." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Half-convinced, Georgia Thorne let go, wrapping herself tighter in the blanket, terrified of another assault.
"Be good. Let me dry your hair for you." ’Otherwise, you’ll catch a cold.’
Elliot Sheridan played with her long hair, then turned on the blow-dryer and began to dry it for her.
Georgia Thorne’s hair was straight and silky. He could wrap a strand around his finger several times.
By the time her hair was dry, an exhausted Georgia Thorne had already fallen asleep.
’How tired must she be to fall asleep in such a noisy environment?’
’He was clearly the one who’d done all the physical work!’
Satisfied, Elliot Sheridan was still feeling energetic. He went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water.
He’d just taken a sip when he heard a phone ringing.
The sound was coming from the pocket of Georgia Thorne’s clothes.
The clothes of a man and a woman lay tangled on the floor, shed before they had entered the room.
He pulled out the phone and saw the call was from Nancy Hughes.
"Georgia, why aren’t you back yet? Do you know what time it is? Looks like I’ll have to set a curfew for you!" Nancy Hughes complained from the other end of the line.
"It’s me."
’Nancy Hughes froze. Why was Elliot Sheridan answering the phone again?’
Her attitude immediately brightened. She asked cheerfully, "Good evening, President Sheridan!"
"Um, President Sheridan, should I leave the door unlocked for Georgia tonight?"
"She’s already asleep."
Nancy Hughes was a smart woman; she took the hint immediately. "I understand. Good night, President Sheridan!"
With that, she calmly hung up.
’Tsk, tsk. Just a few days ago she was crying her eyes out, and now they’ve made up this quickly.’
’She really couldn’t understand the breakups and makeups of couples.’
Nancy Hughes figured that if they stayed together like this for a while longer, Georgia Thorne would probably have to move in with Elliot Sheridan.
’And then, she’d truly be all alone.’
The next morning, Georgia Thorne slowly woke up to see that the man beside her was still asleep.
She reached out and caressed his handsome face, her own face blushing slightly, before carefully slipping out of bed.
She washed up, changed into clean clothes, and went out to make breakfast.
Georgia Thorne was cooking congee when the hourly cleaner came in.
"Miss Thorne, good morning."
"Hello." Georgia Thorne glanced over and saw the hourly cleaner had bought quite a lot of groceries.
As she helped put them in the refrigerator, Georgia Thorne looked at the groceries. "Does Elliot Sheridan... does he like spicy food?"
"I think he probably does."
’Probably? What kind of answer is that?’
"Then what’s his favorite food?"
Georgia Thorne thought that when she had some free time, she would cook a meal for Elliot Sheridan.
"He isn’t a picky eater. I’m sure that as long as it’s made by you, Miss Thorne, he will definitely love it."
