Ever since Xavier rejected her, she'd been on a self-destructive tear, living by a simple, reckless creed: whatever feels good, whenever she wants.
She knew that burning the candle at both ends would eventually catch up with her, but her philosophy was to live in the moment and worry about recovering later.
Now, however, she suddenly felt like her body wasn't that of a twenty-six-year-old anymore. She turned and went back to her room, hoping to sleep off the fatigue.
Downstairs, Magdalen didn't need to see the encounter to know her granddaughter had given Eleanor a hard time. "Don't mind Serena," she said with a sigh. "I don't know what's gotten into her lately. She's been so listless, and her temper has gotten shorter and shorter. The smallest thing sets her off."
A nearby maid nodded in silent agreement.
They couldn't even clean in the mornings anymore, forced to wait until Serena woke up. If they disturbed her, she would truly fly into a rage.
Eleanor frowned. Irritability and fatigue were common symptoms associated with blood disorders.
At ten-thirty, Eleanor and her daughter left, despite the old woman's repeated invitations to stay. Citing work, Eleanor made her excuses and took Evelyn to the mall to do some holiday shopping. The little girl skipped along beside her, giddy with excitement.
As the holidays drew closer, Eleanor's workload hadn't lessened. The lab, however, was closing for the break, so most experiments were on hold, giving her a much-needed vacation.
Ellington needed to report on work matters, and to make it easier for Eleanor to watch her child, he suggested they meet at an elegant café near her residential complex.
When Eleanor told her daughter she had to step out for a bit, Evelyn tugged on her sleeve. "Mommy, can Vivian come over and play for a while?" she asked sweetly.
Eleanor nodded. "Let me ask Mr. Vaughn if that's okay."
She sent a text to Xavier, asking if Vivian was home. A moment later, his call came through.
"She's here," Xavier's voice came through the line. "Vivian has been wanting to play with Evelyn, too."
"Great. Could you have your nanny or housekeeper bring her over?" Eleanor asked.

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