A small sense of nervousness crept up Adelyn's spine.
But then she steeled herself.
The lifespan of a lie was never long. Sooner or later, it would always be exposed.
No lie could remain hidden forever.
If it were to be revealed today —then perhaps this was the opportunity she needed to end it all once and for all.
That way, starting tomorrow, she wouldn't have to keep lying or continue living behind a façade for even one more day. She would be completely free.
Thinking that, Adelyn finally made up her mind. She parted her lips, ready to tell him everything.
However—
Before she could utter a single word, Dylan slowly lifted his hand.
With the same gentleness he had used while tending to her wound, his fingers reached up and lightly brushed through her hair.
"I trust you," he said.
His voice was calm yet deep —almost magnetic enough to draw Adelyn into a spellbinding trance.
"Huh?" she asked, her brows lifting in confusion. "You trust me? In what?"
