Chapter 589

Robert’s expression grew increasingly rigid at her words. His deep, penetrating gaze locked onto Eleanor’s face, the frosty aura around him intensifying by the second. “So eager, are we?” he asked coldly, his thin lips barely moving. The tone in his voice wasn’t anger, nor was it sarcasm—it was something darker. Something unreadable. Eleanor felt the hostility woven between his words. She gave a soft, humourless laugh, eyes cool and impassive. “We’ve stayed long enough.” The air around them dropped a few more degrees. Robert’s frost-laden stare snapped toward her, sharper than a blade and just as lethal. “Not yet.” The two simple words sliced cleanly through the thick silence, drawing the breath from the room. The faint smile faded from Eleanor’s lips. Her jaw tightened. She stared at him, eyes burning with defiance. “On what grounds?” she asked through clenched teeth. Robert flicked a glance her way, his expression as casual as if they were discussing the weather. “This isn’t over,” h