Chapter 402

Eleanor's expression stiffened momentarily, her gaze dropping as she pursed her lips. A tense silence settled between them. Robert tilted his head, his piercing eyes narrowing slightly. "Eleanor?" Her silence deepened his confusion, his brows knitting in mild frustration. Finally, Eleanor spoke, her tone measured. "I cut my hand—it’s bleeding. That’s all." Robert’s expression darkened at her admission. "Let me see," he insisted, his voice low yet commanding. Eleanor turned her back to him, shaking her head lightly. "It’s nothing serious, just a small cut. Don’t worry about it." But her attempt to deflect only heightened his concern. Before Robert could press further, she swiftly changed the subject. "How are you feeling? Any dizziness?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in a faint smirk. "Do I look that fragile to you?" His tone was gentle, but his gaze remained intense. Eleanor’s heart eased slightly at his response, but she knew better than to relax entirely. The poison coursing