Chapter 584

Eleanor stood frozen, utterly motionless, as the scene before her sank in. Her feet felt glued to the floor, as if the air had thickened and locked her in place. Her eyes widened slightly, a flash of panic flickering behind them. For a moment, a deafening roar filled her ears—a relentless, disorienting buzz that drowned out coherent thought. All she could see was him. Robert. The air around them seemed to solidify, suspended in time. Naturally, Robert noticed the subtle shift at the doorway. The entrance stood ajar, casting Eleanor’s slender silhouette in soft relief under the hallway light. He lifted his gaze slightly, his eyes indifferent at first—just a passing glance. Then his brows knit together faintly as recognition struck. "Susan," he said—though it wasn’t really a greeting, more an acknowledgement wrapped in silent suspicion. "I—" she began, her voice catching as the weight of his gaze jolted her back to the present. She stared at him, utterly lost for words. Should she say sh