Dhein stared at Fiorelle for a second, The two of them stood alone in the dimly lit corridor in front of his room. Slowly, his fingertips slid off the metal doorknob and faced Fiorelle completely.
She mustn't have found a chance to mention this during dinner, so she came to him at this time.
Indeed, she had told him earlier that she had something to report. He just wasn't expecting it to be this.
After all, he had no idea what this mysterious purpose that he had invented to trick her really was. What could this possibly be about?
Dhein spoke, breaking the silence.
"Come inside."
He then turned the knob and pushed the door open, revealing the tidy room prepared by the servants.
Fiorelle glanced inside the room. Then, her eyes rose to look at his.
"What?" she blurted.
"Come inside my room and tell me about it," Dhein simply replied.
For some reason, Fiorelle's face slowly turned red, her eyes widening.
"D—Dhein, are you..."
He raised a brow.
"What's wrong?
