Chapter 637

The moment Eleanor entered, the shift was palpable. The laughter that had filled the room sputtered out like a flame in the wind. An uneasy hush fell over the guests, heavy and suffocating. Eleanor didn’t need to speak. She merely cast them a fleeting sidelong glance, her clear eyes shimmering with a glacial sharpness. Though limpid, her gaze carried a wintry edge that cut to the bone. A single look was enough to make their throats tighten and their hearts pound erratically. The guests stiffened, cold dread coiling in their chests. Almost instinctively, they lowered their eyes, unable—unwilling to meet hers. Unruffled, Eleanor returned to her seat with effortless poise, as if she alone owned the air in the room. She let her gaze drift casually toward the section where the civilian guests were seated. Robert had just taken his place. Even at a distance, his presence was impossible to overlook. Tall, lean, and impeccably composed, he carried an air of unshakable elegance. Though seated b