Kyle forced a smile, knowing that the current atmosphere wasn't the right moment for him to interfere.
He had imagined picking up Orelia, spinning her around in his arms, and telling her how deeply he adored her, how proud he was of her.
But she wasn't focused on him at that moment, so he didn't want to do anything that might make her uncomfortable.
He already knew that Orelia wouldn't appreciate that version of him.
She hadn't even noticed him leave.
To her, he seemed like a pitiful creature.
Brock, however, noticed. He turned and saw Kyle's retreating figure disappear behind the door.
Brock instinctively pursed his lips, lost in thought.
"Orelia."
She called his name a few times but received no response. She waved her hand in front of him, following his gaze but seeing nothing n
