Chapter 127: A Painting
Lethia’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected to see this woman again, especially not here. The woman with those golden amber eyes that held a dangerous allure. Renar’s past.
She flinched and instinctively took a few steps back as the woman approached her. ’What was her name again?’ She racked her brain, but maybe the woman wasn’t important enough for her to remember.
"Why were you looking for me?" Lethia asked, guarded.
The woman chuckled with elegance. "I’m sorry. I saw you had a little... incident with my sister. Your dress got ruined. Would you mind following me? I could lend you another."
’Sister?Wait—’
"Are you Thania’s sister?"
Lethia’s mind reeled back to when she had a fake peace with Thania in that game, and the girl had mentioned something about having a sister.
The woman nodded gently. "I’d like to apologise on behalf of my immature sister. Please, forgive her. And... we’ve met before, haven’t we? You’re Renar’s acquaintance, right? So let me help you with the dress."
Every nerve in Lethia’s body screamed threat. ’Acquaintance?Didn’t I clearly say Renar was mine back then?So she just brushed it off?Interesting...’
"Do you even have a dress that fits a pregnant woman?"
She should’ve asked her name, or at least said thank you, but Lethia didn’t like her one bit. Her gut screamed that this woman was just another malicious she-wolf, no different from her sister.