Ryan narrated it all —from Zeke's death to taking responsibility for Delyth; from the reason behind proposing to her to the stories of chasing away everyone she disliked. He revealed it all.
When he was done, he paused and stared at Arwen, as though waiting to hear her say something. But even after a long moment, Arwen said nothing.
He had explained it all to her, hoping that she would understand that there was nothing between him and Delyth —so that she wouldn't misunderstand him. And seeing her hear him all so patiently, he thought she was giving him a chance.
But her silence now was making him see it otherwise, as if she wasn't giving him her patience but tolerance. Both words might seem similar, but on the scale of the emotions, they carried a vast difference.
"Arwen, why aren't you saying anything?" he asked, his voice holding a fear, a hesitance.
Dear Readers,
There will only be one update today as I’m currently running a fever. The doses of paracetamol and antibiotics are making me quite dizzy. I promise to make up for this chapter soon, so please bear with me.
Take care of yourselves too—winters these days seem to be anything but cool!
Your Dearest Author
Update 1: 00:30 (GMT+08) Update 2: 15:00 (GMT+08)