They returned to the hotel for lunch, and in the afternoon, they rested. Eleanor had a video call with her daughter.


    The little girl missed her terribly. Eleanor told her they would see each other the morning after next, which finally cheered her up.


    For dinner,n invited Eleanor to the restaurant on the top floor. She didn''t refuse. It was a seafood restaurant that served exquisite dishes. In the distance, the light from a lighthouse shone like a beacon in the darkness, guiding lost people toward the right path.


    Halfway through dinner,n''s gaze on Eleanor deepened, and his tone became more serious. "About Vanessa—I need to bepletely honest with you. When we get back, I will give you everything about what happened between her and me back then, including all records of our interactions. I will hide absolutely nothing."


    Eleanor was taken aback. She shook her head. "That''s not necessary. I know there was nothing between you two."


    After everything that had happened, she knew exactly what kind of person Vanessa


    was.


    A scheming woman who used every opportunity to create misunderstandings and discord. The so-called ''evidence'' and ''ambiguity'' of the past were nothing more than smoke and mirrors thrown up by Vanessa. Eleanor had figured that out long ago.


    "I don''t need to see any records, and I don''t want to think about unpleasant things. It would be a waste of both our time," Eleanor said rationally.


    As she finished speaking, arge hand covered hers on the table. Eleanor looked up at him again, meeting a pair of candid, deep eyes. "No. I want us to have the same information. I don''t want any more misunderstandings or barriers between us."


    Eleanor froze, trying to pull her hand back. "There''s no need. It''s pointless to rehash the past-"


    Eleanor felt the strength in his hand, not forceful but conveying an unyielding insistence. She met his incredibly serious, almost stubborn gaze and paused.


    "Eleanor,"n''s voice dropped lower. "Over the past few years, the biggest problem between us has been the asymmetry of information, mutual suspicion, and keeping things from each other. I don''t want the same thing to happen again. Vanessa ista thorn in our side. Even if you say you believe nothing happened between us, the situation did hurt you."


    He looked at her intently. "I don''t want our future to be built on a


    foundation that could be ruined by dredging up the past. I want a clean, clear resolution to this matter. As for tomorrow, or the future, our c rtionship status doo


    sn''t matter


    The mistakes I''ve made, the ways I neglected and hurt you-I will tell you everything, exactly as it


    happened. This isn''t a waste of my


    time. This is my redemption and my responsibility to you."


    Eleanor waspletely stunned.


    Looking at the man before her, she felt an unprecedented sense of solemnity and sincerity.


    "I''m not asking for your forgiveness, nor am I making excuses for my past. I just hope that we can rebuild


    a foundation of trust between us


    Eleanor was silent for a moment, feeling the firm pressure of his palm. She let him hold her hand and gave a slight nod. "Okay."


    Her answer made the sharp lines of his brows soften into a curve, as if stars had suddenly lit up in his dark eyes.


    "Thank you," he said hoarsely. A thousand words were ultimately distilled into those two.