Chapter 672

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat, a whirlwind of emotions tightening in her chest. Though she had long suspected it, hearing Robert say those words aloud shattered the fragile wall of composure she had been clinging to. Her pulse quickened, her breath faltered—yet before she could fully grasp what was happening, something unexpected entered her vision. An exquisitely wrapped invitation. It was placed delicately into her hands, its golden ribbon gleaming faintly under the dim light. Eleanor blinked, momentarily stunned, before lifting her gaze. Robert’s deep, inscrutable eyes were fixed on her. “For you.” The sharpness that usually defined his features seemed softened tonight, blunted by the haze of intoxication. His cold, striking beauty carried a warmth that was almost disarming, dangerously human. Almost without thinking, Eleanor accepted it. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the card, and when she finally saw what lay within, her breath caught in her throat. An exclusive pass to th