Just then, Eleanor spotted a tower that was open for sightseeing. On an impulse, she turned to Mansfield and said, "I want to go up and see."


    "Alright, I''ll go with you," Mansfield nodded, apanying her to The Ancient Spire. The view from the top was excellent, but since it was an ancient structure, the entryway was so narrow that only one person could pass at a time, and taller people had to duck to avoid hitting the ceiling beams.


    This proved to be a bit of a challenge for Mansfield.


    They had just climbed two floors when, on the third level, four tourists starteding down. In the tight space, the girl in the lead asked politely, "Could you let us pass? We''re in a hurry to get down."


    Eleanor immediately stepped back to a smallnding below. At that moment, a solid frame unavoidably closed in around her. The first tourist was a bit heavyset, and as she passed Mansfield, she bumped into him, causing him to instinctively lean forward.


    In the dim light, Eleanor felt her face flush.


    He didn''t want to bump into her, so Mansfield quickly put his hands on the walls on either side, kind of trapping her safely between him and the wall.


    The four tourists squeezed past Mansfield one by one. In the confined space, Eleanor tried to make herself as small as possible, feeling the warmth of the man''s breath in her hair.


    Once the tourists had disappeared down the stairs.


    "Sorry," Mansfield said in a low voice, which sounded particrly maic in the narrow space.


    Eleanor shook her head, but her face was blushing uncontrobly. The man''s clean, soapy scent was quite pleasant.


    Mansfield took a step back. "I''ll go first," he said.


    Eleanor followed behind him. Whenever they reached a steep step, Mansfield would offer his hand to help her up. They finally reached the fifth floor. From this height, they could overlook the entire expanse of historic residences and alleyways below. Eleanor leaned against the railing, enjoying the cool breeze. Though the climb up had been a bit awkward, the view more than made up for it.


    As Eleanor gazed at the distant scenery, lost in thought, she felt a pair of eyes on her.


    She looked up and met Mansfield''s intense gaze. The distant, dim lights cast alluring shadows on his chiseled features. His eyes, usually filled with amusement, were now serious.


    "Eleanor, I know this might not be the right time to say this," Mansfield''s gaze shifted to the distant, unattainable moon. "But I still want to tell you, I will wait for you."


    Eleanor''s heart leaped. She hadn''t expected him to be so direct.


    Mansfield looked at the beautiful moon. It was stunningly remote, yet the woman beside him was so close, within reach. Who could resist seizing the opportunity?


    At that moment, Eleanor was also


    looking at the pristine, full moon, which seemed so perfectit was


    almost invible. Inger hea


    Mansfield was like that


    moon-untouchable, an admirable figure she could only look up to. Cóntent


    "You don''t have to answer me now. Just give me your answer when you''re ready," Mansfield said in a low voice I just want you to know that in your fut


    an


    am one


    choices.


    Eleanor''s breath caught. She nodded, her mind in turmoil.


    The night stretched out before them, with the city lights twinkling like a sea of stars.


    "It''s beautiful," Eleanor murmured.


    "Yes, very beautiful," Mansfield agreed, his eyes fixed on her face in genuine admiration.


    After enjoying the breeze for a while,


    they started heading back. This time, Mansfield again led the way, carefully checking the path for her.


    and asionally reminding her.


    about the steps.


    It was already eleven o''clock when they returned to the hotel. Mansfield walked her


    to the lobby and said softly, "I''lle by in the morning to take you to the airport."