Chapter 667

When Eleanor regained consciousness, the world was shrouded in pitch-black silence. “Awake?” The voice came from close by—a deep, melodious sound that carried the weight of weariness, as if it had not rested in days. Her lashes fluttered, her mind too dazed to comprehend. Click. A dim glow filled the room as the bedside lamp flickered to life. In the soft light, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Robert was seated beside her bed, his posture composed yet taut with fatigue. He wore a crisp white shirt, its collar slightly loosened, as though he had abandoned any thought of comfort. His dark eyes gleamed beneath the lamplight, fathomless as a midnight sea, fixed on her with an intensity that threatened to pull her under. Eleanor blinked at him, her gaze lingering. His face was handsome as ever, but exhaustion was etched into the fine lines between his brows. He looked like a man who had carried the weight of the world without pause. “You…” Her throat was parched, her voice breaking