My Three Darlings by Anonymous

Chapter 50

Eliza bought some essentials for going to Sea World the next day and hurriedly returned to the hotel. “So the beautiful auntie lives here!” A little girl with sparkling eyes sat on the sofa in the lobby of the hotel. She wore a white chiffon dress. Her excitement was evident as she watched Eliza enter the elevator. “Such fate!” “Mr. Benton, can I go meet her?” Julian frowned and reached out to hold her hand. “Stay out of trouble!” Liliana looked up at him with grievances and whined, “Mr. Benton…” “Liliana.”

The man crouched down and looked at her with a stern gaze. “You are young. There are many things you do not understand. “You cannot act so impulsively. What if this beautiful auntie you mention is married and has children of her own? “Am I to set foot in her marriage then?” The little girl pouted at Julian’s words and kept her mouth shut. “Okay, be good now.” He ruffled her hair and said, “I am here for work. You should not mess around.” “Alright.” Although she was not happy about it, she nodded obediently and spoke no more of it. However, without his knowledge, she used two of Mr. Benton’s autographed photos to trade for information from the receptionist. She got the information that the beautiful auntie stayed in Room 2302! Therefore, under her relentless pestering, Julian agreed to take Room 2303. .

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As she had slept the entire journey there, Eliza found herself wide awake that night. After tossing and turning to no avail, she decided she might as well get up. So, she put on her coat and went out to the corridor to get some fresh air. It was midnight and the corridor was empty. Eliza leaned against the window at the end of the corridor as she scrolled through

script for “Snowy Night” had been changed without prior notice. Some of the content which Roseane had filmed previously have gone to waste because of that. Jay’s fans continued to promote on the Internet how kind he was and how despicable Madeleine was. Eliza was a tad annoyed by those articles. Just as she

the article to Graciana. Graciana had been a fan of Julian Benton for three whole years. She dreamed of marrying him every single day.

Two men came out of the elevator. A man in a black suit who had a gaping wound that was still bleeding on his shoulder was held up by another man. “Mrs. Valentine…” Noah, who was holding Beau up, looked at Eliza in shock. “Why are you…” Beau’s eyes, which had been tightly shut, snapped open. His pale face held no expression. “It’s late. Why are you not asleep yet?” Eliza was stunned for a moment before she rushed over hurriedly. “What happened to you?” She had stood too far away from him to notice earlier on, but now that she got close to him, she realized just how deep the wound on his shoulder was. “It’s nothing.” Beau patted her on the shoulder lightly and

knowing that he was in such a state? Eliza did not have the time to figure out why Beau appeared in the hotel she was staying in nor did

the hospital, but we will also have to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “Otherwise, they would have gotten what they wanted out of their evil scheme.” Eliza paused as she took the gauze out from the first aid kit. “Does he

managed to recover to his current state after two years of treatment.” Eliza’s hand trembled for a brief moment as she dressed the wound. So, that means… The rumors going around were not entirely hogwash. At the very least, it was true that Beau had been through a huge fire five years ago, and he had also suffered serious injuries because of it… “It must have been tough on him too.” Eliza sighed and handled his wound with even more care. “But it was fortunate that he managed to rescue Braint and Demarion.” “It was a shame that the boys’ mother was not saved.” Noah shook his head and headed to the washroom. Eliza’s hand trembled ever-so-slightly. Did Braint and Demarion’s mother… pass away in that fire? No wonder they had never mentioned it in front of her. She finished dressing Beau’s wound in silence. Finally, with Noah’s help, she moved him from the couch to the bed. By then, it was already late into the night. She sat on the edge of the bed and quietly studied his impassive face. It seemed that for the entire time they had known each other, he had been the one looking out for her and helping

on his own