"You...?" Eleanor gradually regained her senses. Thinking about what he just did to her, her face turned a shade of red, then melancholy—it was a brilliant display of conflicting emotions.
"Why the punishment?" She clenched her fingers, her mind still in a state of chaos. "Why use...?"
Using such a way to punish? Eleanor was too embarrassed to voice those words aloud. She was indeed confused. Up until today, Robert had always been someone who was occasionally elegant and gentle, and at times indifferent and domineering. When with her, he never seemed to show any aggression. Yet today, for the first time, she experienced an almost predatory aggression from him, a sense of danger that could make anyone lose themselves.
The man in front of her now looked down at her, his deep and gloomy gaze inadvertently falling on Eleanor's slightly flushed lips. There were still glaring bloodstains there, caused by his bite. Robert’s gaze turned even more profound and obscure.