The room fell into silence.
Asher stared at Eleanor for a long time, his profile appearing cold. With his head bowed, his body slightly hunched, his face half-lit, strands of hair falling across his brow, his expression was inscrutable.
After a long while, Eleanor heard a faint movement by the bathroom door. Asher had turned and went back into the bathroom.
The sound of running water resumed. Eleanor's face grew pale as she kept her eyes tightly shut.
Soon, Asher emerged.
He turned off the light and gently lifted the covers, lying down on the bed.
Eleanor's body instantly tensed up, completely still.
Asher sensed this and couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness.
He had wanted to say something but then thought better of it, knowing Eleanor likely didn't want to hear his voice, a
