"Seems like you've got magical cushions in this house," she murmured, attempting to deflect his attention."Or maybe an angel came to rescue me at midnight. What do you think?" Kayden's words hung in the air, his gaze lingering on her face.Eleanor's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected compliment. Did he just call her an angel? For last night... she was... his disguised angel. She couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at his words, but she pushed aside the conflicting emotions, determined to maintain her composure in the face of his charm.Before the conversation could drag, they heard Christopher and Max’s voices from the living room. Eleanor took the opportunity to exit the kitchen and Kayden unwillingly followed."There he is," Max pointed at Kayden. "How's your injury now?""It will be better. Don't bother," Kayden shrugged, his nonchalance belying the underlying tension. "Any word from the police?""Not yet. I'm just heading there now. I'll call you once I have some
"I have to handle this investigation personally," Kayden insisted, his tone resolute as he prepared to intervene in the police matter.Eleanor's brows furrowed in concern as she watched him, her worry evident in her eyes. "I know you don't trust people that easily, but they are police officials. They know their duties, and your presence wouldn't change anything except that you will completely neglect your health and worsen it."Kayden couldn't help but be taken aback by Eleanor's genuine concern for his well-being. Her words struck a chord within him, reminding him of the depth of her compassion and care."You're talking like a typical wife," he teased lightly, attempting to deflect the seriousness of the situation with humor.But Eleanor's expression remained somber, her gaze distant as she contemplated her next words. She didn't want to entertain any false hopes or illusions about their relationship. In fact, if the situation had been in her favor, she would have been in Paris, far
THE KNIGHT MANSIONCaroline hugged Christopher and cried her heart out. She had been all strong and unaffected all these years when Christopher cheated on their family business and parted his ways. But now that he was back, she couldn’t hold her tears. Her family, whose responsibility was bestowed on her by her husband, was partially getting back together again and she was thankful about it. Her four grandsons were like the four pillars of The Knight Mansion. Eleanor had never seen this side of Caroline Knight either. She pretended to be so heartless so far but today she was anything but cruel. After Christopher, Caroline glued her eyes on Patricia and then her small baby bump. Patricia bent down and took her blessings."God bless you both," Caroline said softly, her voice filled with relief and gratitude, as she leaned in to kiss Patricia's forehead. The weight of the recent events hung heavy in the air, but amidst the tension, there was a sense of comfort in knowing that Christophe
WATSON HOUSE Rose cried seeing Patricia back. Eleanor had informed her on call about Patricia’s return and also explained to her the reasons why she had to elope with Christopher. Rose was shocked and highly disappointed that her daughter could commit such a mistake. But the moment Eleanor and Patricia came home to meet her, Rose’s anger subsided. She hugged Patricia and cried her heart out.“Mom I am sorry” Patricia sobbed.“Why Patricia? Why didn’t you tell me anything?”As Patricia sobbed and apologized to her mother, Eleanor's heart raced with anticipation. Adam Watson, now informed about the drama, emerged, and Eleanor braced herself for his reaction. She wondered if he would be pleased that his elder daughter had married into royalty or if he would continue to blame her for the troubles she had caused.Eleanor became alert. She had no clue how her father would react. Adam's applause startled everyone. "I cannot believe you even got the guts to come here and meet us," he remar
Caroline was impressed seeing Patricia and Eleanor effortlessly maneuvering around the kitchen, their synchronized movements and laughter filling the room with warmth. It was a stark contrast to Aurora, who seemed more at home with a book in hand than a spatula.As the lunch was served, Caroline couldn't contain her excitement, eager to taste the fruits of her daughters-in-law's labor. She savored each dish, her taste buds dancing with delight, and her heart swelling with pride at their culinary prowess.“You girls really cook well. I didn’t know that,” Caroline exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.However, amidst the praise, there was a shadow of discontentment lurking in the corner. Aurora, usually indifferent to domestic duties, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as Patricia and Eleanor basked in the glory of their culinary achievements.Aurora's unease didn't go unnoticed by Caroline, who, ever the matriarch, sensed the brewing tension and decided to ease it with a
Kayden hadn't even composed from the argument with his wife over their marriage, that Caroline called him to talk privately in her room. He knew she was still upset with his decision on letting Eleanor work.“What has happened to you Kayden? I have never seen you flouting royal culture. A Royal’s wife is supposed to look after the family. Even then I am letting Eleanor work because she wants to. But modeling? Never. If she wishes to keep herself occupied, offer her to assist you and Christopher in the family business.”Kayden rubbed his temple briskly."Grandma, I have made up my mind already. Eleanor is going to continue modeling until she wants," Kayden asserted, his voice firm as he addressed his grandmother, Caroline.Caroline's response was measured, her expression betraying a hint of skepticism as she mulled over Kayden's declaration. "I see," she muttered, her tone laced with disapproval. "She has totally brainwashed you."Kayden bristled at Caroline's insinuation, his defenses
PARTY Kayden Knight had his eyes on Eleanor again when she stopped a waiter and picked two vodka shots. She gulped the shots one after the other like she was used to it and kept the glasses back on the tray. The waiter was about to leave when she stopped him again and picked the third one. Kayden wondered if she would be able to handle the third one."Excuse me," Kayden said, smoothly disengaging from the lively group he had been conversing with, his dark eyes scanning the dimly lit room until they settled on his wife. She sat at the edge of the bustling bar, a delicate glass poised at her lips, her posture tense. With purposeful strides, he navigated through the maze of tables and patrons, his finely tailored suit drawing admiring glances along the way.Just as Eleanor was about to indulge in a sip of her drink, Kayden's firm grip encircled her wrist, halting her movement midair. "Don't," he warned, his voice a low murmur, though laced with an unmistakable edge.Eleanor's reaction w
The air felt heavy with tension as Eleanor's tear-filled eyes met Kayden's exasperated gaze. The realization of their predicament weighed heavily on both of them, threatening to shatter the fragile illusion they had crafted."I can't," Eleanor choked out between sobs, her voice trembling with emotion.Kayden's frustration mounted as he struggled to come to terms with the unexpected turn of events. His carefully orchestrated plan was unraveling before his eyes, leaving him grappling with the consequences of his deception."What?" he replied incredulously, his patience wearing thin.The truth hit him like a sledgehammer as Eleanor uttered the words he had been dreading to hear. She was married. Married to him. The irony of their situation was not lost on Kayden as he grappled with the implications of their tangled web of deceit."I am married," Eleanor sobbed, her words echoing in the stillness of the night.Kayden's mind raced as he tried to devise a solution to salvage their charade.