Chapter 687

“Home?” Eleanor’s lips parted slightly as she whispered the word, her voice barely audible above the soft lapping of the sea. Under the mingling glow of moonlight and fractured reflections on the water, the emotions surging in her heart grew increasingly uncontrollable. She narrowed her eyes, her gaze locking onto the man before her—the man who had haunted her days and nights alike, the very source of both her deepest love and her most enduring hatred. “Robert.” She called his name suddenly, her voice light yet carrying an inexplicable fragility, as though it might shatter at any moment. The next second, a low, bitter chuckle escaped her lips. Her laughter was hollow, threaded with resignation, bitterness, and a sharp edge of mockery. “Now you know everything…” She clenched her teeth, her emotions churning violently beneath the surface. “You’ve seen it all. So tell me—do I look like a clown putting on some ridiculous act?” “I never thought that.” Robert’s response was immediate and fir