All Chapters of Daddy, Marry the Pretty Lady: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Cassandra Whitfield smiled with satisfaction, looking at Eleanor with an intense, calculating gaze.Eleanor remained expressionless. Her cold demeanour allowed Cassandra to perform in the spotlight unopposed."Editor Mabel, I remember when you were telling me about the staff, you mentioned a girl with the same surname as me who was very capable at her job. I'd like her to be my assistant for a while to help me understand the company and work more efficiently."The editor-in-chief looked at Cassandra in surprise.She had never mentioned Eleanor at all, so how did Manager Whitfield know so much? Could it be... they knew each other beforehand?The editor-in-chief subconsciously glanced at Eleanor, hoping to glean some answers. Everyone else followed her gaze, and soon, various speculations flickered in their eyes.*They share a surname... the editor-in-chief treats her specially... the new manager just came in and deliberately promoted her... nepotism!*A flash of understanding appeared

Likely due to Cassandra's orders, no one entered the staff kitchen.By the time Eleanor finished cleaning, ten minutes had passed. Blisters had already formed on her scalded hand. As for her ankle? It was so violently swollen she couldn't even slip her high heel back on.She pursed, pulled out her mobile, and rang the editor-in-chief to ask for the rest of the day off.When she left the magazine offices, it was the middle of rush hour, making it nearly impossible to hail a black cab. Eleanor limped along the pavement, making her way toward the nearest bus stop.*Honk, honk!*The sound of a car horn startled Eleanor. Without even looking up, she quickly hobbled backwards away from the kerb.Inside the Bentley, Sebastian Lockwood watched her flinch like a frightened rabbit. Seeing her obediently retreat to safety brought an involuntary smile to the corner of his mouth. But when she tilted her head slightly, revealing the angry, red swelling on half her face, his smile froze."Get in."W

What Theo had said felt backward to Eleanor.Leaving aside the ridiculous notion of 'looking at all of her' and 'taking responsibility,' she was only in her twenties. Compared to Theo, she was practically ancient, and he was nothing but a tiny sapling.More importantly, did this child even understand what moving in together meant?Lost for words, Eleanor hopped silently back towards the sofa on her good foot.Watching her, Theo scratched his head in confusion. Then, he lifted his own foot and began to hop along behind her, mimicking her exact movements.Hearing the thumping behind her, Eleanor turned around. Seeing the little boy perfectly mirroring her awkward limp, her face fell. "Theo.""What is it?"Theo looked up at her with his innocent face.Eleanor pursed her lips slightly, the corners of her mouth turning down in displeasure.Smart Theo noticed she was unhappy. He scratched his head again. "Auntie, are you upset?""I am.""I'm hopping like this because my ankle is injured. Bu

Sebastian Lockwood watched Eleanor avoid his sight like a tortoise and limp to the side. And it was not that he couldn’t see it — the pyjamas she was wearing were much more conservative than before. When Theo ran away from home and was delivered to her, she had come out of the bathroom with a bath towel around her. This time she was wearing a set of conservative pyjamas — the difference really was… big!Sebastian inexplicably felt that she was wearing this set of pyjamas to protect herself, so he touched his nose involuntarily. Do I really look like a person full of lust? Sebastian was thinking this in his heart, but then he saw her walking — no, it should be said, she was moving forward — she still stepped forward.“I’ll help you.” He spoke directly.Eleanor thought he was going to get the wound medicine from her bedroom, so she nodded. “Okay, thank you…”Before she could finish speaking, she was hugged by Sebastian.Eleanor stared at Sebastian like a frightened little sheep. He didn

In the room.Eleanor sat on the bed with her knees bent, looking at the bright red strawberries on her body, her teeth itching with hatred. She really hadn’t expected that Sebastian, who seemed to be quite a gentleman, would actually do something like breaking into a woman’s room at night!Eleanor kept complaining in her heart, but after complaining for a long time, she suddenly thought of something. For example, had Sebastian really forced his way into her room? For another example, Sebastian seemed to have called her “Little Nell” just now. For another example, she seemed to have had a dream, dreaming of her little brother…Thoughts popped up one by one, and Eleanor soon discovered an amazing fact!The “Little Nell” she heard in the dream was not called out by the person in the dream at all — it existed in reality! Moreover, from her vague fragments, it should be that she had been having a nightmare and Sebastian had come to wake her up, but in the end she had ended up entangled on