Chapter 620

It was clear she wouldn’t get any answers from him. Without another word, Eleanor slipped into the car. From the driver’s seat, Jacob started the engine. The low growl rose into a clean, sharp roar, cutting through the stillness of the night with startling clarity. Outside the window, the world streaked past in smudges of shadow and light. Streetlamps cast scattered halos over the wet asphalt, the glow shifting and flickering until it blurred her vision. But her thoughts remained fixed on one thing— Why would Robert send Jacob for her? There was no logic to it. No precedent. No closeness between them that would warrant such effort. She turned the question over and over, but the answer stayed just out of reach. So lost was she in thought that she barely noticed the car slowing, the familiar gates of William’s Court swinging open. The villa came into view—stately, silent, unchanging. And strangely, an unfamiliar calm settled over her. Like a storm-tossed traveler finally returning to a p