Eleanor was instantly taken aback. Who could have expected Robert to appear in the kitchen, right behind her? Wasn't he supposed to be sleeping?
Surprised, she instinctively touched the man's knee, losing her balance. Before she knew it, she had stumbled and ended up sitting straight on Robert's thigh! Her arms wrapped around his neck as if by reflex. Despite the clumsiness of the situation, the two of them found themselves in an unexpectedly intimate position.
"You..." Eleanor’s eyes widened as she felt the air around them warm up. Her cheeks began to flush a delicate shade of crimson. Realizing the man in front of her was still injured, she abruptly tried to stand up, a hint of concern flashing across her face. "Did I hurt you? I... I'm sorry..."
However, Robert’s slender fingers gently pressed on Eleanor's arm, subtly urging her to stay seated. "Don't move. If you do, it might affect my wound," he said in a cool and unhurried tone, a slight smile on his lips.