“Change back into your hospital clothes and go to bed," he commanded, leaving no room for argument.

Yet, Eleanor was not easily deterred. Sliding into the seat next to him, she held a plate of freshly sliced fruits.

“Please have some fruits."

The scent of her perfume wafted, subtle yet captivating.

The hardness in Brian's striking features intensified, his aura becoming a tangible, icy wall.

“If you're not resting, I'll organize your discharge," he threatened, his commanding voice filling the room, undeniably authoritative.

Eleanor found herself unconsciously straightening her back, a shiver making its way up her spine.

His indifference to her suggestive attire and advances had her puzzled.

Could this man be impotent?

Eleanor struggled to contain her frustration. As she stole a glance at Brian's handsome visage, she shed a few tears.

“Mr. Hughes, the loss of our child is unbearable. I only seek your consolation."

She then nestled herself closer to Brian.

Casting a side-eye at Eleanor's display, Brian stirred an unease in her, causing her to retract and create a bit of distance.

“Eleanor, I'll provide you with compensation. You should get some rest now," Brian stated, his tone even.

Compensation?

In the form of money?

Yet, what she sought was more than mere wealth!

With a bitten Lip, Eleanor cast her gaze at the man engrossed in his work, a flicker of defiance sparking in her eyes.

Had she lost all opportunity to become his wife?

Brian continued to work, paying no mind to Eleanor's silent pleas.

Shortly, his phone began to ring.

Surprise took hold as he glanced at the caller ID, but he quickly regained his composure and answered the call.