Alvera stared at Antoine, who was holding her in front of him, her pupils contracted in shock. "Why are you still here?" she asked.
"You were at home the whole time. Why did you lie to me? The Alvera I knew would never lie to me."
Alvera chuckled. The old her had been long dead.
She arched an eyebrow and looked him over. Fine then, there's nothing she could do if he wasn't going to leave.
At that moment, Roland pushed open the door and saw Antoine.
As their eyes met, Antoine let go of Alvera and took a step back nervously.
"Roland..."
Roland's expression was chilly as he swept his gaze between the two of them.
It took Antoine a little while to notice that something was not right. "Roland, why did you come out from Alvera's house?"
"Alvera?" Antoine raised his eyebrows and asked Al
