Chapter 269 I Don't Want To Be A Secret Anymore

• Eleanor stood in the doorway of Isaac’s office, her heart racing beneath the crisp white blouse she’d worn that morning. Her fingers drummed nervously against the folder she was holding, the soft tapping a contrast to the stillness of the room. Isaac was seated behind his desk, skimming through a document, but she could tell by the way his jaw clenched slightly and his brow furrowed that he was already anticipating what she was about to say.
• For days now, their once thrilling affair had started to feel less exciting and more... heavy. Eleanor could no longer ignore the growing tension between them. The secret moments they’d once cherished—the stolen glances, the quiet touches, the clandestine kisses behind closed doors—were becoming bittersweet. She didn’t want to keep hiding. And she couldn’t help but notice how Isaac had been avoiding any real conversation about their future.
• "Isaac," she began, her voice soft yet firm, stepping closer to his desk.