Chapter 551

Robert’s deep-set eyes flickered with a glint of something unreadable the moment Eleanor spoke. Yet his strikingly handsome features remained as still as a glacier—chiselled and composed, betraying nothing. His thin lips pressed together with an elegance that almost passed for courtesy, curving into the faintest, most indifferent smile. He said nothing—just waited. Waited for Eleanor to keep talking. She bit her lip, hesitating only for a moment before forcing the words out. “I had no control over how the child turned out. I’ll take him away immediately—please don’t make this difficult.” A silence fell between them, sharp and humming with tension. Then came a flicker at the edge of Robert’s lips. The barest hint of a smirk—cold, ironic. “In such a hurry to leave?” he said, voice low and smooth. “That’s not how you behaved last time at the hotel…” Eleanor’s body stiffened instantly. Her fists clenched. The mention of that night—the night at the Hemmington Hotel—ignited a rush of heat up