Chapter 636

His presence was undeniable—commanding the air itself. That crisp, faintly icy fragrance—Eleanor would recognise it anywhere. The moment it drifted into her senses, she knew, without turning, that he was there. For a heartbeat, she froze. Her body was still, but her pulse stumbled. Outwardly, she remained composed—lips pressed into a thin line, eyes lowered, her silence deliberate. Robert stood a short distance away, the hem of his trench coat lifting slightly as a breeze swept in through the open window. The light from above gilded his sharply defined features, casting a faint, golden halo around the cool lines of his face. His gaze never wavered—dark, steady, and impossibly deep, as though he carried an entire ocean behind his eyes. Eleanor was the first to break the silence. Her voice was calm, but a note of steel edged her words. “What are you doing here?” Her eyes swept over him from head to toe, the faint crease between her brows deepening. “Do you even know what kind of show thi