Gray felt a little troubled by the sudden confrontation. His eyes flicked toward Aurora for a brief moment.
Aurora immediately understood the meaning behind his gaze.
She gave a small, graceful nod and quietly retreated without saying a word, disappearing down the hallway to give them privacy.
Gray turned back to Lyra.
In the months he had been away, she had clearly matured.
Her face no longer carried the soft youthfulness from before as it now had a more refined, elegant vibe.
Her light brown hair was tied into a high ponytail, with noticeably more golden strands shimmering through it.
Her emerald eyes were still as stunning as ever, but they currently burned with a mix of hurt and barely contained anger.
Her chest, which had already been impressively large, seemed to have grown even fuller. She had also grown two or three centimeters taller.
"Shall we go to a more silent place?" Gray proposed gently.
