After pushing Nathaniel out of the door, Eleanor collapsed onto the bed as if all her strength had been drained. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The room was eerily silent, and it felt like hours before she finally drifted into a deep sleep.
Morning came, and sunlight streamed through the window. Eleanor stirred as the bed shifted beneath her. She rubbed her aching temples and sat up groggily but made no move to get up right away.
Her mind was still stuck on the image of Nathaniel coldly rejecting her plea the night before.
After a while, she slid out of bed and went to freshen up.
Once done, she headed downstairs for breakfast.
Just as she sat down, Nathaniel walked in, dressed in workout clothes, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. He
