Chapter 91
Reaching the second floor again, she quickly retraced her steps to the room where Thorne and Annabelle had entered. With a final glance back to ensure she wasn’t being followed, she slipped into the room.
Once inside, she quickly found a hidden spot where she could observe without being seen. Luckily, they didn’t switch the lights on and her enhanced vision allowed her to see everything clearly.
However, what she saw made her freeze in shock.
There, in the center Annabelle was on top of Thorne, their bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace. Remillia’s face instantly flushed with embarrassment as she realized what she had stumbled upon. This was far from the covert meeting she had expected; it was something much more personal.
She bit her lip, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart and the wave of awkwardness that washed over her. This wasn’t the kind of situation she had anticipated encountering, and for a brief moment, she considered turning away and leaving them to their private moment.
Just as Remillia was about to discreetly slip away, she heard Annabelle’s voice, soft and seductive, call out a name: "Alessio." It took Remillia a moment to realize that this was the name of the disguise Thorne was using. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned back, her curiosity piqued.
Annabelle’s expression was teasing, yet Thorne’s blush betrayed his discomfort as she leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart. He tried to shift, perhaps to extricate himself from the situation, but Annabelle held him firmly in place, her voice dropping to a whisper as she said, "You won’t fool me again."
Before Remillia could fully process what was happening, she saw a flash of steel. Annabelle had pulled a sword from inside the pillow and aimed it straight at Thorne, intending to stab him. The moment was tense, and time seemed to slow as Remillia watched with bated breath.
Thorne’s reflexes, honed from years of danger, kicked in. In an instant, he blocked the attack using his dagger, deflecting the blade before it could pierce his flesh. The clash of metal echoed in the room as Thorne twisted, trying to gain the upper hand.