Too Late to Ask Too Late to Love (Julian and Eleanor) novel Chapter 25

On the way back, Brandon felt Mr. Blackwood had changed somehow. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he just seemed different.

Eleanor’s surprise for Jason was naturally met with a “gift” from her lover.

Another month passed.

The shoot wrapped up smoothly.

The moment she got back to the villa, Jason pulled her into a tight hug. “Surprise, honey. Aren’t you happy I came to pick you up?”

Eleanor hadn’t expected him, so she was startled, but she still keenly sensed that Jason’s mood was off.

He was hugging her way too tightly today.

Was it because they hadn’t seen each other in so long, and he missed her that much?

She didn’t overthink it, ordering the man clinging to her like a teddy bear keychain to pack her luggage.

There was indeed a lot, so Jason had the foresight to bring a delivery guy and an assistant.

Soon, the room was empty. After Eleanor said her goodbyes to the crew, the two of them headed

home.

Jason was driving, so Eleanor had a chance to scroll through her phone.

The moment she opened Twitter, she knew why Jason had been acting strange all day.

Photos of Julian taking her back to the hotel that day had been leaked, though their faces were pixelated.

But how could Jason, who knew her as well as he knew himself, not recognize her?

That’s not right. With his temper, wouldn’t he have been demanding an explanation from her long ago?

She glanced at the post time–it was from two days ago. The internet was in an uproar, with

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everyone debating who it was. The massive comment section instantly reminded Eleanor of the online mobbing from five years ago, when she was buried under a flood of insults.

But this time was different.

Maybe it was the angle of the photos, or maybe the man in the pictures looked too humble, but besides wondering who they were, some people online started shipping them as a fandom couple

“Even with the pixelated faces, I can tell the guy’s eyes are a little red. He’s crying and begging the woman not to leave!”

“How could the woman bear to pull his hands away? Oh my god, I can’t take it!

Those hands are exactly what you’d call well–defined with prominent veins!”

“One is looking up at her, his whole world; the other is a goddess looking down on everything. I’m dying from shipping them!

Someone tell me who they really are!

I’m gonna drag the City Clerk’s Office over to them!”

“Is this a big breakup–and–begging–for–reconciliation scene?

Don’t break up!

City Clerk’s Office team, lock them together!”

“This guy… why do I feel like he’s Julian? As in, the Mr. Blackwood?

And this woman… looks like Eleanor.”

Seeing the usually talkative Jason so quiet the whole way, she felt a bit uncomfortable too.

But maybe out of curiosity, or maybe a bit of mischief, she, who always preferred straightforward people, suddenly wanted to see how long Jason could hold back before asking her.

But they got to the hotel, and later that evening, just as they finished a movie, Eleanor seductively placed her hand on Jason’s chest.

The man’s body stiffened, and then he lifted her from his lap, set her aside, and stood up straight. “You get some rest tonight. I’ll sleep next door.”

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Eleanor froze, almost bursting out laughing.

Watching Jason go to open the door, Eleanor counted down in her head: 3, 2, 1…

“Do

you even love me anymore!”

Jason whipped around, his voice loud with grievance and anger as he demanded an answer.

“PM!”

Eleanor really did laugh.

Jason’s anger instantly subsided, but he stubbornly acted like he was about to leave. “You’re still laughing? You and Julian… If you really still like him, I’m booking a flight back to the States right now.”

“Aren’t you going to ask what the photo is about first?”

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