A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 297

Chapter 297 

He was lounging about in his white suit, nursing a drink. 

Seemingly aloof, his eyes were fixated on the woman who was guzzling down bottles of alcohol. 

She was dressed in a black deep–V gown that accentuated her figure. Under the lights, she looked both seductive and innocent. 

Her face, with its bold and delicate features, was flushed from the alcohol, making her already smooth skin look even more radiant. Her aura outshone 

even the top hostess in the room. Many rich boys couldn’t help but take interest in this powerful presence named Hailey 

Cedric noticed the men ogling at the cleavage exposed by her deep–V neckline. With a darkened expression, he hurled his drink across the room. 

The shattering sound of the glass disrupted Hailey as she was reaching for her third bottle of booze. 

She looked up at Cedric, flushed and giving him a professionally polite smile. “Cedric, is something bothering you?” 

Seeing her flirtatious smile, Cedric felt a wave of discomfort and coldly said, “Get out!” 

Hailey was taken aback. She was brought here with a hefty sum to just drink two bottles of alcohol? 

But since he had spoken, she knew there was no need to stay. She put down the bottle, smiled at them, and said, “I won’t bother you guys then. Drinks are on the house tonight. Have fun!” 

After saying this, she walked out. 

The manager waiting outside couldn’t help but give her a thumbs up, “Boss, you are incredible to handle them so quickly.” 

Hailey’s smile gradually faded. As she walked away, she couldn’t help but look back. 

Cedric was already cuddling another woman, playing games as if nothing had happened. 

She frowned slightly, pulled her gaze back, and headed towards the office. 

In the VIP room, Cedric, cuddling the top female server, drinking red wine. He was playing games with a bunch of rich kids, but was not happy at all. 

Chase noticed his distraction and mocked, “Cedric, don’t forget about brotherhood over a woman.” 

Cedric snorted, “Chase, you think everyone is like you, ready to risk their lives for a woman.” 

Chase didn’t mind, “At least I’m sincere. You should let your sister marry me.” 

Cedric looked disgusted, “My father would never let Sigrid marry you. And it seems like my sister doesn’t like you either.” 

Chase’s hand tightened on his glass, but he didn’t respond, his thoughts drifting away. 

After parking the car at the villa, Ethan turned to Eleanor who was about to get out and said, “Don’t rush.” 

Eleanor turned back, puzzled, and asked him, “What’s wrong?” 

Ethan unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, leaned on the roof with one hand. He bent over and gave her a dim smile. 

He said, “You always come home late, so to teach you a lesson, I need to punish you.” 

After saying this, he closed the car door and quickly locked it, trapping Eleanor inside. 

Eleanor was wide–eyed, unable to comprehend what was happening. She yelled at Ethan, “Are you nuts? Open the door!” 

She pounded desperately on the car window, begging him to unlock the door. But Ethan ignored her and walked straight into the villa. 

Watching his stubborn retreating figure disappear from her sight, Eleanor suddenly felt a wave of despair. 

The enclosed environment of the car was like the darkness she saw before death, making it hard for her to breathe. 

Chapter 298 

Chapter 298 

After forcing herself to calm down, Eleanor whipped out her phone and rang up the cops. But the police were slow as molasses in winter, and with the car engine dead, it was hot as hell inside. 

Before long, the suffocating heat made her breathe like a fish out of water. 

Seeing no sign of the cops, Eleanor hit up Hailey right away. But Hailey was rushing off to deal with some drama at the nightclub, leaving her phone in the car, so she missed the call. 

After a few tries and no answer, Eleanor gave up dialing. 

She lifted her red–rimmed eyes to the tightly shut mansion gate, not a soul in sight to bail her out. 

The lack of air and the suffocating feeling made her blood boil. 

She hoisted her phone and smashed it against the car window, again and again, until the screen was shattered, but she didn’t let up. 

Never before had she been this pissed off, her anger fueling her as she gritted her teeth and kept smashing. 

Ethan, leaning on the railing, had a bird’s eye view of the whole scene but didn’t make a move, just watching indifferently. 

Despite all her efforts, Eleanor’s phone was kaput but the car window was still intact…. 

She was so knackered she couldn’t keeping smashing the window, and just dropped her phone helplessly. 

Then she sat there, feeling the air in the cramped space slowly disappearing 

After a long time, Ethan sauntered over. He rolled down the passenger window, and bent over to look at the pale–faced Eleanor. 

“Think twice before breaking curfew again, yeah?” Ethan asked. 

The cool air from outside was a lifeline for the oxygen–deprived Eleanor. 

She leaned against the window, gulping the fresh air, and after she had caught her breath, she lifted her reddened eyes, and shot Ethan a cold look, not uttering a single word. She was just staring at him. 

Meeting her gaze, as deep as a starry sky, Ethan was momentarily taken aback. 

Emilia used to look at him with the same eyes when she was hurt, but she never wanted to talk about it. 

Thinking of Emilia, Ethan instinctively averted his gaze, straightened up. He opened the car door, and let her out. 

Clutching her wildly beating heart, Eleanor kept a poker face and got out of the car. 

He thought she would follow him back to the mansion, but she turned on her heel and walked away without a backward glance. 

Ethan tried to catch up and grab her arm, but she shook him off, shot him another icy look, and bolted. 

Ethan stood there dumbstruck, watching her tiny figure recede into the distance, a furrow appearing between his brows. He hadn’t expected her to be so feisty 

After leaving the mansion, Eleanor walked along a deserted street, her slim figure casting a long shadow under the streetlights. 

With her busted phone in hand, she headed towards Hailey’s place, walking faster and faster, wishing she could rush into Hailey’s arms and beg her, “Hailey, I need your help: 

But she knew that the only person who could save her was herself. 

She bottle up all her emotions, her hand clenched tight, and walked briskly. 

A dozen or so cars whizzed by, their high beams blinding her. 

She stopped in her tracks, shielding her eyes from the glare. When the cars passed, her vision was still blurry. 

Feeling on the verge of a breakdown, she rubbed her eyes hard, but her vision remained unfocused. 

Unable to see clearly, she couldn’t continue and had to squat down and wait for her eyes to adjust. 

The guy in the Aston Martin, by chance, glanced at the rearview mirror. 

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