Booking a room in the brothel was the only thing Ares could think about doing while he was still recovering Eleanor's words. After freshening up and changing into new clothes, he sat on the bed, lost in thought, while Eleanor stood by the window, her eyes closed, embracing her white stuffed bear as the cold wind brushed her face.
He couldn't help but stare at her, relieved that she hadn't suffered any physical harm despite the fact that she had fallen off a horse. He found himself drawn to her tranquility, his lips parting to call out her name, but he restrained himself, leaning back into the bed instead.
Meanwhile, Eleanor opened her eyes, her grasp on the teddy bear tightening and she turned to face him. "Are you sleeping?"
"No,"
Her eyes searched his face, her voice low. "Did I ruin everything?"
"I don't really care. I was willing to postpone the wedding."
Eleanor's lips pressed together, her nod slow. "I'm sorry."
