For several seconds, the new king and the two newly arrived guests stared at each other wordlessly. Questions popped up in their minds non-stop.
"Unbelievable..." Sullivan muttered. "Truly unbelievable."
Meanwhile, it dawned on Dhein why Fiorelle chose to come with Sullivan Wixorn. As expected, it had to be because of how he accused her during his wedding, or at least it was part of it.
Dhein stood from his seat, guilt gnawing at his heart.
But before he could speak, Fiorelle's words had stunned him.
"Dhein, did you... do that on purpose?" she asked.
He fell silent.
"Did you break my heart and manipulate me to join my father so that we could meet here?"
Dhein blinked a few times.
'What the heck is she talking about?'
"I understand now, Dhein. You didn't really mean those words, right?"
He opened his mouth.
"I—I mean, yeah... but..."
His words were cut when he saw tears forming in her eyes.
She immediately wiped them and said: