Chapter 647

"Ugh, another ad? Nahashon White is such a sly old fox." "Nahashon White isn’t that old… but yeah, definitely sneaky." "Seriously? Are you messing with me?" "Another ad? Again?" "I’m speechless." "Production team, don’t push it—how dare you cut to another ad!" "Argh, I swear I’m gonna lose my mind because of you people!" "Ads, damn ads again!" The abrupt commercial break set the audience ablaze with frustration, curses and complaints flooding the barrage of comments. But while the viewers fumed, Eleanor quietly exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her lashes lowered, concealing the storm in her eyes. She didn’t dare look at anyone—not the cameras, not the crew, and especially not him. The set was buzzing with noise, voices overlapping in chaotic waves, but Eleanor barely heard them. Her heart thudded like a drum against her ribs as she turned away, slipping from the brightly lit courtyard into the dim corridor of the villa. She needed to breathe. She needed to be alone