Chapter 1030
Robin first set foot into Flord Roundabout, and was a bit taken aback by the surroundings.
Bryson trailed behind him, chiming in, “Mr. Spencer, everything you see here, is all Mrs. Laurence’s
doing.”
Robin tightened his lips and muttered, “None of my business.”
With a smirk, Bryson responded, “Well yeah, it’s got nothing to do with Mr. Spencer, just giving you the
rundown.”
Ignoring him, Robin headed straight into the castle.
Just inside the entrance, he noticed the walls adomed with wedding photos of newlyweds.
In each pic, the couple was gazing into each other’s eyes, beaming with joy.
After a quick look around, his gaze landed on Bernard, standing by the spiral staircase.
The guy in the white shirt, slightly tilting his head, looked at him with a glint in his eyes, as if trying to
convey something.
Just as Robin was about to question why he was invited for dinner, Eleanor bolted in from behind,
hugging Bernard tightly.
“Honey, Pearce Hooper hit me with another architecture problem, it’s so hard I can’t crack it. Can you
help?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEleanor usually had a poker face in front of him. This was the first time he saw her acting all girly,
snuggling up to her husband.
Her husband…
Something clicked in Robin’s mind. He kept his emotions under wraps and took a step forward.
“Weren’t we supposed to have dinner? Where’s the grub?”
Hearing Robin’s voice, Eleanor peeked out from behind Bernard.
“What the… Mr. Spencer, what are you doing here?”
“I invited him.”
Bernard lifted his hand, holding Eleanor’s wrist tight, and then intertwined his fingers with hers.
“Mr. Spencer, dinner isn’t ready. Maybe sit for a bit?”
For some reason, Robin’s eyes darted to their intertwined hands.
He sensed something off, and when he tried to look away, he found himself caught by Bernard’s
probing, gloomy gaze, making him feel guilty as hell.
“Mr. Spencer, this way please.”
He thought Bernard was onto something, but instead, he saw him nonchalantly heading towards the
sofa area. Robin felt relieved and
followed him.
Eleanor glanced at Bernard, then Robin, puzzled.
Two sworn enemies having dinner together, trying to make peace?
She didn’t quite understand, but didn’t probe either, saying to Bernard, “You guys chat. I’ll go solve the
problem.”
She didn’t want to intrude, but Bernard held her hand tight, got her to sit on the couch. “The problem
can wait.”
Wait for what?
Soon enough, Eleanor found out
Bernard, right in front of Robin, held her light, then locked eyes with Robin..
Robin seemed a bit uneasy. After scanning both of them, he asked coldly. “Why did you invite me
over?”
Bernard casually said, “To thank your sister for the gift she gave us.”
No matter how Robin saw it, Bernard didn’t seem genuinely thankful. Instead, it looked like he was
using this opportunity to warn Robn. But why? Did Bernard figure something out? Was his crush on
Eleanor that obvious?
Thinking about this possibility, Robin became even more irritated. He knew Eleanor was someone
else’s wife, but his heart still raced every time he saw her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe wasn’t quite sure what this feeling was, but seeing Bernard’s hand around Eleanor’s waist made
him uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
He felt like rushing over, removing Bernard’s hand from Eleanor’s waist, yes, removing that hand, and
then taking Eleanor away…
When this thought crossed his mind, Robin realized something was off with his emotions.
Just as he was wondering why he was having these thoughts, Bernard suddenly said, “Mr. Spencer,
you haven’t seen my bridal suite yet, have you?”
Robin collected his wild thoughts, and glared at him, “What’s so special about it?”
Bernard grinned, a mysterious smile on his face, “You’ll know when you see it”
Regardless of whether Robin was up for it or not, Bernard let go of Eleanor, asked her to solve the
problem, and then got up to lead the
way
Robin’s face turned gloomy as he followed Bernard, touring the study, then the bedroom, then the
garden.
Bernard didn’t take him to any private areas, but as they walked past, Robin still caught a glimpse of
some traces there
These were traces he imagined. He thought if he were Bernard, he would hold Eleanor and have sex
with her in every comer….