CHAPTER 106: Hypocrisy or Protectiveness?
Abel's gaze remained fixed on me, his lips pursed into a thin line. A long moment stretched between us, filled with unspoken emotions and the weight of the truth. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with a sharp edge.
"You're in love with Alexander, aren't you?"
The question struck me like a physical blow. My cheeks flushed crimson, and I stammered, unsure of how to respond. The truth was irrelevant, at least at that moment. The focus needed to be on Alexander, on his right to know his past.
"That doesn't matter," I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is about him, about the truth he deserves."
Abel seemed to deflate slightly at my response. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, a gesture that spoke volumes of his internal struggle.