Chapter 274

Jacob's heart quivered with uncertainty. Could it be that the Fourth Master and his wife had just quarreled? The thought made him sigh helplessly as he continued driving, pretending nothing was amiss. In the back seat, Eleanor sat upright, her gaze fixed ahead, yet she couldn’t help but steal occasional glances at the man beside her. Robert’s posture was impeccably rigid, as though he were carved from ice—emotionless, distant, and unyielding. Was he angry? Eleanor furrowed her brow. She had no idea how to explain her entanglement with Samuel to him. Just when her thoughts swirled in confusion— A warm sensation enveloped her hand, breaking her reverie. Startled, she froze. It was Robert’s hand. His slender, pale fingers entwined with hers, emanating a calming warmth. He reached out of his own accord, clasping his little wife’s hand firmly in his. “Stay away from Samuel in the future, alright?” His thin lips moved slightly as he spoke, not in a commanding tone, nor coldly, but as a gentl