Chapter 297
- Alora’s expression faltered, her face pale as she stammered, “Gavin, I…”
- Gavin’s tone was sharp and unrelenting. “I’ve told you before—only those close to me can call me ‘Gavin.’ You don’t have that privilege.”
- His words were like a blade, cutting through any pretense of civility. Alora’s face turned ashen, her gaze shifting toward Liza with a pitiful look, as if seeking sympathy.