Eleanor's stared in shock at the object in front of her, and she quickly resealed the bag.
Her fair face showed no hesitation, as if once she made a decision, she wouldn't change it over trivial matters.
She knew deep down that Bernard had found the lost item, but he didn't give it to her right away because he didn't want her to leave so soon.
And when he had protected and worried about her regardless of his own safety, she had already made up her mind.
Since they had chosen to give each other a chance, there was no need to fuss over little things.
After putting away the bag, she returned the found painting tools to the bookcase.
If she took these tools, Bernard would definitely notice, so she decided to pretend she hadn't seen anything.
Bernard came out of the bathroom and didn't see Eleanor. His heart tightened and he quickly went downstairs.
Seeing his cold eyes, a group of servants were so scared that they hid to the side and didn't dare to speak.
Bernard searched all around, but still couldn't find Eleanor, and his handsome face turned pale in an instant.
"Didn't I tell you not to let her leave alone?"
The servants didn’t know why he suddenly became so angry.
"Sir..."
The servant who had just spoken to Eleanor stepped forward, trembling.
"Ms. Shultz hasn't left, she's looking for painting tools in the study."
Hearing this news, Bernard's anger was replaced by deep panic.
He clenched his fists and strode towards the study, only to see Eleanor coming out.
He stopped in his tracks, suddenly afraid to approach her. His eyes were filled with panic, making him look a bit downcast.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Next time you wake up, don't leave right away. Let me know first."
Eleanor smelled the faint fragrance emanating from him after his bath, and her heart was slowly filled with his love.
She clung tightly to his shoulders and replied, "Alright."
Bernard's mood began to stabilize, but he didn't want to let her go. He used his tall figure to block her, who was wearing a bathrobe, and kissed her red lips, preventing anyone from hearing her voice.
There wasn't a single wrinkle on his clothes, only a few beads of water on his half-dry hair.
He bent down slightly, looking at the woman whose face turned red from excitement: "Eleanor, do you need to take a bath, eat, or do you need me to help you find something?"
Eleanor leaned weakly in the man's arms, whispering, "I'll take a bath, while you go and help me find something..."
Hearing her soft voice, the man's lips curled up slightly, and he carried her into the bathroom.
Not long after, Eleanor realized that her decision to choose the bathroom was a very wrong one.
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