She had a feeling he wasn't going to tell her anything useful. "At the very least, could you tell me why he sometimes called himself Scott?"
She questioned, raising one eyebrow and folding her arms.
"Arh you mean his personality disorders? Get used to it dear— I mean, Eleanor," coincidentally he had sensed Alan was behind the window and watching them.
He showed a big grin knowing what he had just told Eleanor. Payback time! Maybe finding his mate was not bad after all. He did something and you make sure you create a fight between them.
But then this was not a fight he was instigating between them. It was a little joke he was intending and also he hoped it would answer the question.
Eleanor's face immediately turned pale as if all her blood was sucked out of her body. Her eyes widened with pity.
