Chapter 104

Chills, followed by warmth, surged through her body. This cycle of cold and heat kept her on edge. She couldn't tell where she was. Suddenly, her instincts, honed over years of vigilance, snapped her eyes open— But there was no dim dungeon or boundless icy water before her eyes. She was in her bedroom—her room in Williams Court. "Awake?" A familiar cold, soothing voice landed in her ears—it was the voice of Robert. Involuntarily, Eleanor looked up. Robert was sitting beside her bed, in his wheelchair. His inscrutable handsome face betrayed no emotions, yet his eyes, dark and profound as the deep sea, were steadily gazing at her as if they could draw her in. "You…" Eleanor pushed herself up from the bed, supporting her half-awake body, her gaze confused. "It was you who brought me back?" She could hardly remember what happened after being thrown into the dungeon and overwhelmed by icy waters. She vaguely remembered someone saving her, but the memory was hazy. Robert denied, "No." He, of