Sol's face was expressionless, a stark contrast to the intense gaze he held on to Neoma. Her heart tightened with concern, and she couldn't help but wonder where he had been since he hadn't had his dinner yet.
"Sol, where have you been?" Neoma asked, her voice laced with annoyance. "You haven't eaten anything."
"I don't have an appetite," Sol replied dismissively, his tone cold and detached. He barely glanced at Joule, completely ignoring his presence.
Neoma's saw his indifference. She wanted to talk to him, to bridge the gap that seemed to be growing between them. But before she could say anything more, he turned on his heel and walked straight to the guest room.
"Sol, wait—" she called out, but her words fell on deaf ears. He didn't pause or look back.
She watched as he entered the
