Chapter 92
Kwah, bang, a series of loud, startling sounds echoed, followed by the scattering of additional dust. After the deafening noise, leaving behind the ominous sounds, Dein remained unmoving, kneeling in place. Grayson was the same. Only his eyes, filled with desire, wildly flickered.
Only a few seconds had passed, but after what felt like an eternity, Dein suddenly let out a chuckle. His lips twisted into a crooked smile, as if mocking the situation, and Grayson froze. When he felt an ominous feeling in the air, suddenly, Dein poked Grayson’s cheek with his second finger, almost playfully, narrowing his eyes as he looked into Grayson’s gaze.
"That's a cute thing to say."
With that lighthearted tone, Grayson had no choice but to acknowledge that Dein hadn’t taken his confession seriously. Even though he had spoken from the heart, even now, his heart raced uncontrollably, with no falsehood in his feelings.
"Dein."
"Ah."
When his name was urgently called, Dein suddenly made an exclamation as if something had just occurred to him. Grayson hesitated, and Dein then looked at him, furrowing his brows as if searching for something.
"Do you happen to know a woman named Larien?"
Grayson didn’t respond immediately. He stared at Dein with a blank expression before finally speaking.
"Ah."
Just a single word, a mere exclamation, was enough to make Dein’s eyebrows rise in disbelief. Grayson slowly turned his gaze away, but he knew very well this conversation wouldn’t end here.
"Grayson Miller."