Chapter 380

Eleanor helped Maverick into the car.

The driver caught on at once, meeting her eyes through the rearview mirror. He slowed the car,keeping it steady.

Her gaze drifted to the bruise on Maverick's lip, her brow creasing. "Let's get you to a hospital."

Maverick leaned back against the seat, his face pale.

At her concern, he forced a faint smile.

To him, the fight had been worth every bruise.

Nolan had lost his cool in front of Eleanor, and for Maverick, that opened a door.

A wound at the right time spoke louder than sweet words.

"Eleanor, I'm okay. It's nothing serious. Let's get you home first." He played the part of afragile,harmless man.

The car rolled to a stop at the Benton family's villa. In the garden, Hilda was watering her beloved roses.

Her smile froze the moment she saw them step out."Eleanor?"

The watering can slipped from her hand. She rushed over, her eyes falling on Maverick's split lip. "What happened? How did you get hurt?"

Maverick gave a polite nod. "Hello, Mrs. Benton."

His voice was crisp, his smile warm, carrying the charm of youth.

Hilda's heart skipped.

He had grown into a striking young man.

She remembered Maverick as a toddler, but now here he was,tall and handsome.

"You're the Cohen boy, aren't you?" Hilda said.

The more she looked at him, the more her worry turned into approval.

"Your memory is amazing, Mrs. Benton. And you haven't aged a bit."

The flattery struck home.

Almost noon now, Hilda eagerly took his arm. "Come in, have lunch with us," she invited Eleanor stayed silent at the side.

Maverick's injuries were tied to her,and no matter how she looked at it, she felt guilty.

Seeing her daughter remain quiet, Hilda happily guided them inside.

"Sit down. I'll get the first aid kit." Eleanor gave a small nod and went upstairs.

In the living room, Jeff sat on the couch, glasses perched on his nose, scanning market news on his tablet.

At the sound of voices, he glanced up.

The Cohen genes ran strong-sharp features, tall frame,every inch a fine prospect.

But why was he here with Eleanor, carrying bruises?

"When did you meet Eleanor?" Jeff asked in a casual tone, tossing a few questions his way.

Maverick answered politely, his manner respectful and sincere.

It didn't take Jeff long to see it-this young man was attracted to his daughter.

Sensing his chance, Maverick leaned in. "Mr. Benton,my father has always respected you. He wants to shift focus back home, and believes working with your company could be good for both sides."

Jeff gave a quiet snort inside.

It wasn't about business. It was about Eleanor.

Still, she hadn't pushed Maverick away when they walked in.

The Cohen family had a clean record, and the boy was quick-witted.Young,yes-but promising.

"I'll talk to your father about it later," Jeff replied lightly, giving his approval.

Eleanor soon returned with the first aid kit.

She handed Maverick the swabs and ointment,showing him how to use them.

"Thank you, Eleanor." Maverick accepted them with a smile but didn't linger. He politely excused himself and left before lunch.

The car pulled away from the villa, and Maverick immediately called his father abroad.

"Dad, hurry up! Whatever the Bentons want, just say yes!"

Business profits were crumbs compared to this. If he could marry Eleanor, the rewards waiting ahead would be a fortune.