The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 586

Seeing Riley staring blankly at her phone, Eleanor couldn't help but ask, "Riley, what's wrong?"

Riley snapped back to reality and shook her head. "It's nothing." She looked down to see her daughter lying on the play mat, her little legs curled up as she loudly sucked on her fingers. Her eyelids were drooping heavily; she was clearly exhausted. "Alora needs a nap."

Eleanor could tell the little girl was completely wiped out. "You'd better go put her down. The guest room is all ready for you."

Riley scooped up her daughter. "You should take a nap too, Lady Eleanor."

"Yes, I think I will." Eleanor added a firm warning. "You promised to stay for dinner. I'll have the driver take you home later. Don't go sneaking off on me."

Riley smiled warmly. "I won't. Go rest."

Supported by Mrs. Higgins, Eleanor headed upstairs.

Riley carried Alora to the first-floor guest room for their nap.

Ashford, the countryside.

A black Bentley pulled up outside a three-story house. The driver immediately hopped out and opened the rear door. Victor and Daphne stepped out, assessing the building in front of them.

The driver spoke up. "Mr. Spencer, I asked around. This is George Vance's house."

Daphne gripped Victor's hand nervously.

Victor squeezed her hand back gently, his voice soothing. "It's okay. I'm right here."

Daphne nodded. The two walked up to the courtyard gate and saw a man and a woman busy inside. The man was squatting on the ground sharpening a hoe, while the woman sat on a small stool peeling garlic.

Victor knocked on the gate and asked politely, "Excuse me, is this George Vance's house?"

George looked up at the gate. Seeing two strangers, he asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"We came from Statenbury. We'd like to ask you about something." Victor turned to his driver, who immediately brought forward several bags of gifts and handed them to Elaine Vance.

Seeing their sophisticated aura, expensive clothes, and the gifts in their hands, Elaine quickly stood up, her face splitting into a wide grin as she took the bags. "My husband is George. Come on in, let's talk inside."