Chapter 74 - Seventy Four
Eleanor, her face flushed with frustration, approached the castle servant who’d been summoned by Suzy. "There’s no need to bother with arrangements," she snapped, her voice tight with barely concealed anger. "I’ll see myself out."
She stormed out of the castle, her elegant purple dress rustling with each furious step. As she neared her waiting carriage, a familiar figure emerges. It was Byron.
"Eleanor?" Byron exclaimed, his surprise evident. "What brings you here?"
Eleanor stopped short, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desperation. "I came back for what’s rightfully mine," she declared, her voice trembling slightly.
Byron raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "And what exactly would that be?"
Eleanor glared at him. "Don’t play coy, Byron. You know exactly what I’m talking about – Ryan."
Byron sighed, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Leave him be, Eleanor. He’s married now, living a good life."
"A life arranged for him!" Eleanor shot back. "Do you think Cassandra even knows the real reason behind their marriage?"
Byron remained silent, his jaw clenched. Eleanor, interpreting his silence as confirmation, pressed on.
"I saw it, Byron," she continued, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "All your efforts, pushing them together. Why? What’s in it for you?"
Her gaze pierced through him, searching for answers. "Or Is it because of me, Byron?"