Evan sighed. Obviously, Roxie was lying.
But he couldn't persist on the subject. He could simply consider it a generous gesture and continue until told otherwise. It was quite an awkward situation, if he may say so himself. The entire idea revolved around generosity and not comradeship.
Was he not even her subordinate? Had the month they'd spent together been for naught?
Unbeknownst to him, a certain thirst for validation arose in his chest, making his amygdala its home.
"We have arrived, Lady Roxie," a soft tap was heard, and the carriage door gently opened to reveal the majestic scenery. The carriage had stopped near a garden, which Roxie remembered as the palace's entrance.
It was a long, marble path surrounded by lush greenery that led to a grandiose entrance. Evan's face was pale as if he were walking on eggshells.
"Why're you so… oh my, are you losing blood?" asked Roxie, her eyes slightly widened. She seemed genuinely concerned.