Chapter 141

After the doctor left, the bedroom was silent, with only Robert and Eleanor remaining. Eleanor, lying on the bed, was motionless, but her complexion had improved. She breathed steadily, appearing unaware of her surroundings. However, she felt a subtle sensation, a pleasantly cool touch on her lips, soft and warm. It calmed her, easing the pain in her heart, and she drifted into unconsciousness. She slept fitfully, haunted by fevered dreams. When the intense heat subsided, Eleanor slowly opened her eyes. "You're awake?" Robert's frosty voice reached her ears, carrying a hint of relief. Eleanor blinked, disoriented, and looked at Robert. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked, bewildered. Robert didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached out, placing his hand on her forehead. "Your temperature has dropped," he said calmly, his handsome face softening. "You had a fever." "A fever?" Eleanor's eyes darkened in realization. No wonder she felt like she was in a furnace. She focused on R