Ariana looked at Annabelle, who was being held protectively in Kendrick’s arms. Her eyes burned red with jealousy.
“Brother Kendrick, I know you won’t forgive me, but I just want to know—after all these years, did you really never have any feelings for me?”
Kendrick’s expression was grim, his lips pressed into a tight line.
Annabelle glanced between the two of them, then gently pulled herself out of Kendrick’s embrace.
“I’ll wait for you outside.”
She understood—after everything Ariana had done, Kendrick had still tolerated her time and time again. It was because they had been friends for so many years.
Maybe… this was something that needed a clean break.
But Kendrick grasped her hand tightly.
“You don’t need to leave. There’s nothing I can’t say in front of you.”
Annabelle felt h
