Chapter 668

Eleanor’s face was half-hidden in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, her expression blurred by shadow. Yet one thing was unmistakable—she did not look pleased. Her features were rigid, her lips pressed into a tight line, her complexion as pale as parchment. Beneath the fragile stillness, emotions surged restlessly within her, crashing against one another like a storm at sea. Shock? Helplessness? Or sheer absurdity? She couldn’t even begin to name the feeling. Robert… He had actually said he missed her. But whom did he mean? Was the wife he spoke of—her? Or was there another woman she didn’t know about? Since her return to Chicago, she had heard no whispers of Robert remarrying, and Williams Manor carried no trace of a new mistress. Still, she had deliberately ignored many truths, refusing to face the possibility of an answer she wasn’t ready to hear. Some truths lay close enough to touch, yet she shrank from them, unwilling to grasp the blade that might cut her open. She didn’t have the