Eleanor's POV.
I walked down the stairs and into the living room of the cottage. Then I saw that a breakfast he had bought for me was on the dining table. Lawrence didn't seem to know my tastes, so he had brought a lot of breakfast with all kinds of dishes. Yet, I didn't have much of an appetite. This was ridiculous. Last night, he went crazy and hurt me. Then the next morning, he suddenly put on a gentlemanly look to care for me.
I sat down at the table and just poured myself a glass of water, it was confusing. At that moment, there was a familiar shout from outside, "Excuse me, does Eleanor live here?"
I frowned, recognizing it as Harley's voice. Oh my, why would he come looking for me? To be more precise, how did he know I lived here? When I walked out of the room, Harley was already
