Kapitel 110: Remorse and doubts

I slip on my shoes, my body already buzzing with anticipation as I search for my beloved star. It doesn't take long before I spot him in the distance, standing under the warm light, though something feels off. My heart tightens as I notice a familiar figure—a woman cloaked in deep green robes—holding him hostage in conversation.

I stride toward them, my voice light but carrying an edge of humor, "It's not very polite to kidnap other people's husbands, Grace."

The old woman, Grace, turns her head slightly, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I was merely trying to remind him that it's not too late to free himself from your shackles."

At her words, Noelle chuckles softly, the sound like music to my ears, though there's something in his smile that makes my chest ache. What was this old hag telling him?