Rory straightened her back, while Ms. Grace and the other two young ladies looked towards the person speaking.
King Blake walked over and went straight to Rory, pulling her close to him.
" Ms. Grace, I'm afraid you're wrong. Rory isn't clinging to me, to be honest, I am the one clinging,"
King Blake said coldly and distantly.
His broad arms blocked most of Rory's body, like a barrier against a storm, causing her to feel a little dizzy.
His serious demeanor was now in front of Ms. Grace, as he spoke.
Ms. Grace was a bit flustered, her face turning pale and then green. "King Blake, I didn't mean it that way. I only heard some recent rumors..."
"What rumors?" King Blake asked.
"There are rumors about you and Rory, saying that King Blake has fallen for Ror-"
"It's true," King Blake interrupted.
"Ah?" Ms. Grace widened her eyes in surprise, looking at King Blake in disbelief.