Chapter 194 Worthy of her

Chapter 194 Worthy of her
Chapter 194: Worthy of her 

Hannah pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Eleanor?” she called out.

“In here,” came the response.

Hannah walked further into the living area, and her expression softened into a smile the moment she saw her.

Eleanor stood near the bar, pouring herself a drink, her posture relaxed, her presence as poised as ever. She looked effortlessly elegant, even in something as simple as a silk blouse and tailored pants.

Hannah crossed the room and pulled her into a hug.

“It’s been too long,” Hannah said, her voice light but genuine.

Eleanor returned the embrace, though hers was a touch more reserved. “You’re still dramatic, I see.”

Hannah laughed softly as they pulled apart. “And you’re still judging me.”

Eleanor glanced around the space, her eyes taking in the high ceilings, the clean design, the subtle luxury.

“I have to admit,” she said, nodding slightly, “this is impressive. You chose a very good location.”

Hannah smirked, pleased. “Of course I did. I don’t do average. I’ve been the one helping you purchase all your houses, duh.” 

Eleanor walked slowly through the living room, her fingers brushing lightly over the back of a chair as she observed the details.

“Close to everything,” she continued. “Private. Quiet. Expensive.”

Hannah leaned against the edge of the bar. “Exactly my taste.”

There was a brief pause before Hannah tilted her head slightly.

“So,” she said, “why did you finally leave London and come back to Florida?”

Eleanor picked up her glass, taking a small sip before answering.

“Why were you so eager to come back?” she asked instead, her tone calm, almost teasing.

Hannah’s lips curved into a slow smile.

“Because I can,” she replied simply. “I’m happily divorced with no kids. No responsibilities. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want.”

She took a step closer, her eyes glinting with quiet amusement.

“Unlike you,” she added lightly. “You have a husband. Children. A whole life in China. They’re probably missing you.”

Eleanor’s expression shifted subtly.

A faint frown creased her brows, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came.

She set her glass down.

“I’m hungry,” she said, changing the subject effortlessly.

Hannah watched her for a moment, then shrugged. “We can order something.”

Before Eleanor could respond, her phone rang.

She glanced at the screen, her expression sharpening slightly when she saw Allan’s name.

“I need to take this,” she said, already stepping away.

Hannah waved a hand dismissively. “Go ahead.”

Eleanor walked toward a quieter part of the house, her heels soft against the polished floor as she answered the call, her voice lowering as she disappeared out of earshot.

Hannah leaned back against the bar, watching her go, her eyes thoughtful.



Allan stood alone in the living room of his mansion.

The space was vast, shadowed, the only real light coming from the city skyline beyond the glass walls. 

He held a drink loosely in his hand, his gaze fixed on the wall in front of him.

A single frame hung there.

The photograph was simple, taken from a moment that looked unguarded, natural. She wasn’t posing. She wasn’t aware.

She was just herself.

Allan stared at it like it was the only thing grounding him.

Behind him, Aj stood near the doorway, watching in silence.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Then Allan took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Golden’s picture.

“The hunt has officially begun,” he said finally, his voice low but steady.

Aj shifted slightly but remained quiet.

Allan’s lips curved into a faint smile, though there was nothing light about it.

“I’m going to win her back,” he continued. “No matter what it takes.”

Aj frowned slightly, stepping further into the room. “I thought you didn’t want her.”

Allan let out a soft breath, his gaze finally dropping from the wall.

“I didn’t,” he said. “Because…”

He turned slowly, facing Aj now.

“I was embarrassed,” he admitted, his tone quieter, more honest than before. “In London… I had nothing. I wasn’t in a place where I could even stand beside her, let alone ask her to choose me.”

Aj listened, his expression neutral.

Allan took another sip, his grip tightening slightly around the glass.

“But things are different now,” he said.

He gestured vaguely around him.

“This,” he added. “All of this.”

His eyes darkened slightly.

“I have as much as she does now,” he continued. “More.”

The confidence in his voice was unmistakable.

Aj exhaled softly, folding his arms. He glanced at his watch.

“Well,” he said casually, “I have a date tonight.”

Allan frowned slightly. “Eleanor is married,” he said flatly.

Aj shrugged lightly. “And?”

Allan stepped closer, his tone firm. “We’re not where we used to be anymore. You don’t need to be doing that.”

Aj met his gaze without backing down.

“I’m not doing anything,” he said calmly. “I like her. I’m only exclusive with her.”

Allan shook his head slightly, clearly disapproving.

“That’s not the point.”

Aj tilted his head. “Then what is?”

Allan’s jaw tightened.

Aj held his gaze for a moment longer before speaking again, his voice quieter now but more pointed.

“Besides,” he added, “isn’t Golden also married?”

“It’s different,” Allan said.