CHAPTER 120 : DON'T HAVE ANY HANKERCHEIF
Alexander moved so fast that the glass of water slipped from his hand and shattered across the floor outside.
The sound barely registered in his mind.
Because Eleanora was standing near the bed with trembling hands, holding a sharp broken glass piece against her wrist.
For one horrifying second, Alexander Laurent forgot how to breathe.
"Eleanora." His voice came out low. Controlled. But underneath it was something dangerous. Fear.
Eleanora looked up slowly, tears already slipping down her face. She looked exhausted. Broken. As if last night had ripped something apart inside her permanently. And Alexander hated that look more than anything.
The second her fingers tightened around the shard, Alexander crossed the distance instantly. The glass piece flew from her hand before she could react.
