CHAPTER 101 : LIKE WOULD BE A STRONG TERM
"Let's go." Alexander said and all the storms that had been going inside Eleanora came to a halt.
She stood up quietly, still wrapped in Alexander's arm. On a closer look, she was shivering visibly.
They returned to one of Alexander's properties, knowing full well that Eleanora was in no state to stay in one of those shady hotels where all this probably began.
Once they reached, Alexander directly took her to the bedroom, making her comfortably sit on the edge while he went and fetched some warm water and a towel for her.
For the next few minutes, no words were exchanged, no conversation was initiated as he gently cleaned her like some porcelain doll, who would crack at the slightest pressure.
By the time they were done, the doorbell rang and the food that Alexander had ordered previously arrived - the same menu that they were enjoying on Eleanora's so-called date tonight.
