Carl's eyes darkened, and he couldn't hold back his anger. "Eleanor, look at Grandpa's condition! And you're still in the mood to flirt? Have you no heart?"
Eleanor shot him a look, like he'd lost his mind, and smirked coldly. "Didn't your sweet little girlfriend cause this in the first place? How do you even have the nerve to blame me? Did all those meals go straight to your ego or what?"
Ethan raised his eyebrows slightly.
No wonder his Eleanor could talk like that—sharp mouth, sweet kiss. It all made sense now.
Royce felt a chill run down his spine.
If these two really got married one day, who'd even dare mess with them?
Sure, Eleanor mouthing off about Carl in private was one thing, but dragging him like this right in front of Ethan?
Carl was ready to explode. "E
