Chapter 39

Eleanor POV

“Eleanor?” Natasha asked, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the broken perfumes that I got. Most of them I didn’t even open, and it seemed to me that there was no need to do so. “Fucking hell, you’re bleeding.”

She rushed toward me before wrapping an arm around my waist and shoulder, forcing me to stand up away from the shattered glass. It was a forced habit that I had, cleaning up the mess, no matter the fact of whether or not I would be hurt, after it was made by others. In my case, it was always Elton who was breaking things, be it plates, glasses, perfumes, or even makeup cases. And no matter how sharp, I was forced to clean it up. My punishment would have been a lot worse if I didn’t.

It was something that I grew up with, and was something that I knew all too well; therefore, there was no use in pretending otherwise.