"That girl..." Eleanor bit her lip, a rare flicker of uncertainty flashing in her eyes. "What is she to you, really? A friend? Just a friend?"
Finally, she voiced the doubt that had been gnawing at her heart.
Though Robert had repeatedly reassured her that the girl was just a friend, something about her stirred an overwhelming sense of unease within Eleanor. Her intuition—usually sharp and accurate—sent warning signals that made her feel deeply unsettled.
"Eleanor," Robert’s smile faded as he heard her words. His gaze locked on hers, intense and sincere. "Linda is indeed my friend, but not an ordinary one."
"I told you before, she saved me." His expression was like a calm, unfathomable sea. "In that sense, she holds a special place in my life. But that’s all."
He paused, shaking his head slightly, a hint of helplessness flickering in his usually composed, handsome features. "Can’t you—just this once—trust me?"