“Aren’t you going to run after your fiancé?” Emeline finally retrieved her composure after an awkward meeting with Alastor again. She took her cup of tea and drank it carefully, her gaze locked on Alastor who was watching Larissa walk away along with Luce.
He seemed amused at the current situation. Larissa is jealous, she was fuming when she left, and Alastor can’t help but smile at this realization that she cares for him.
“I would love to, but I’m going to wait for a few moments before I talk to her and clear up the misunderstanding.” Alastor shifts his head and looked at Emeline, his gaze turning from soft to sharp. “I would have to thank you for reacting like that, it made her think that there is something going on between us.” He takes the seat where Larissa was formerly sitting on,
