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 gazended 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?”


    Eleanor usually had a poker face in front of him. This was the first time he saw her acting all girly,


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    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 nonchntly heading towards the


    sofa area. Robin felt relieved and


    followed him.


    Eleanor nced 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.


    He wasn’t quite sure what this feeling was, but seeing Bernard’s hand around Eleanor’s waist made


    him ufortable, very ufortable.


    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 red 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 everyer….