Chapter 1440


    When Bernard heard the name Caleb, a fog of regret clouded the cool depths of his eyes, and he felt a


    tide of remorse rushing in.


    His thick, longshes drooped, casting a faint shadow beneath his eyelids.


    He was still for a long time, until the pain hidden in his eyes was sufficiently veiled, and then he looked


    up with a guarded expression to meet Robin’s serious gaze.


    “What’s the name of the guy who looks like Caleb?”


    “Zephyr rk.””


    Zephyr rk. Bernard rolled the name around in his mind and nodded subtly.


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    “I just happened to be back in town for some business and thought I’d drop in to tell you.”


    The truth was, a simple phone call would have sufficed, but Robin had made the effort toe in


    person. The intention behind this seemed pretty clear. Bernard was well aware of Robin’s unspoken


    motives. Still, Robin was never good at controlling his emotions, acting on impulse.


    Lately, he had a peculiar dream where Eleanor stumbled and lurched towards him; he caught her firmly


    and told her, “Alright, I’ll take you away!


    After waking from such a dream, Robin sat up in bed, staring out at the bleak view for a long time,


    unable to shake the feeling. That dream reignited a flicker of emotion in a heart that was supposed to


    have moved on.


    Now, his gaze dropped to where their fingers were intertwined, skin touching skin in harmonious


    ord, a reminder to him that it was all just a dream, a longed-for fantasy.


    “Thanks.”


    Bernard’s heavy heart withdrew from the serpentine maze of his thoughts, and when he looked at


    Robin again, he could sense what was on his mind. Following Robin’s gaze, he nced at his own


    hand, sped with Eleanor’s, and for a moment, he felt a pang of envy from Robin.


    “Mr. Spencer.” Bernard’s voice was cold as frost, snapping Robin back to the present.


    He looked up, only to meet Bernard’s detached and weary gaze.


    “Thanks for saving my wife, and I appreciate youing all this way to tell me.”


    The emphasis on ing all this way” was unmistakable. If Robin couldn’t detect the underlying jab,


    he would be as foolish as Elbert Pine.


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    “It was no big deal; there’s no need to thank me.”


    After saying this, Robin walked around the front of the car to the passenger side, opened the door, and


    prepared to get in. Bernard’s indifferent voice followed him.


    “Aren’t you staying for dinner?”


    Robin, hand on the car door, shot him a look..


    “Do I look like I’m in need of a charity meal? Do I need to stay at your house for dinner?”


    He wasn’t about to endure that pain again.


    “Well then, let me send you a parting gift as a token of my gratitude.”


    It was Eleanor who spoke, softening Robin’s mood slightly, though he was far from pleased.


    “When I saved you, I must have been out of my mind. If I had to do it over, I definitely wouldn’t save


    you, so quit it with the thank-yous. They’re driving me insane.”


    Watching Robin’s impatient expression, Eleanor paused, sensing his apparent indifference. Yet, she


    was grateful not just for being saved, but for the sustenance he had left her- the drawer full of food.


    In those dire circumstances, every apple and every ss of milk Robin had provided were


    unforgettable. In her heart, Eleanor cherished this kindness. Before Robin could slide into his seat, she


    sincerely said, “Thank you, Robin.”


    The man in the car hesitated for a moment before nonchntly buckling up and starting the engine


    swiftly.


    As the car turned and drove away, it was only then that Robin allowed himself to openly nce in the


    rear-view mirror, watching the shrinking figure…


    He couldn’t quite articte the feeling, just a sense of hollowness. Did he want her? He did, but she


    wasn’t his to have. Even looking felt like overstepping his bounds. In the end, all he could muster was a


    sense of helpless eptance.


    Robin’s feelings for Eleanor were deeply buried, and he kept a respectful distance. Bernard yed


    along, never addressing it directly.


    But he could see that Eleanor treated Robin differently, a difference that began with the food he left her.


    Watching the monitors, Bernard had seen Eleanor cry all night over Robin and eventually sit on the


    bed, clutching the apple he left.


    At that moment, Bernard knew that in Eleanor’s mind, only Robin, who was willing to die for her,


    mattered. Whether it was gratitude or something else, Robin had be special to her.


    This change made Bernard ufortable. He wasn’t sure how he had endured it, watching from


    behind the cameras, but thankfully, that was all in the past.


    Squeezing Eleanor’s hand, Bernard brought her back to the present. “Honey, I’m heading to Chiang


    Rai Tomorrow.”


    Eleanor looked into his heavy eyes. “Are you going to see Zephyr?”


    Bernard gazed into the twilight, watching the clouds descend on the horizon. “I need to see if Caleb has


    come back.”


    Caleb was gone and noting back. But when face to face with his spitting image, who wouldn’t


    mistake the stranger for Caleb?


    Eleanor didn’t shatter Bernard’s hope but spoke calmly, “I’lle with you.”


    Bernard’s lips parted to object, but Eleanor continued, “If possible, the three of us might be able to eat


    together, with you cooking, right on the steamboat…”