Evangeline’s POV:
As I step out behind Orian, my gaze sweeps the hallway, my mind still reeling from the strange shifts in his behavior.
Ahead, I spot Hugo.
I pause, suddenly remembering the forgotten food trolley still sitting in my room.
“Oh! Hugo,” I call, waving him over. “Can you please tell someone to take the trolley from my room?”
Hugo stops mid-step, his hazel eyes flicking toward Orian before nodding. “Right away.”
“Thank you!” I flash him a grateful smile.
But when I turn back, Orian’s gaze is already on me, his expression strained.
Then—
“Do you like him?”
I almost choke on my own spit.
What?
I blink, trying to process his words. Was he… serious?
His tone is even, but there’s something off about it. Something tight, tense.
But then I remember, right…in past life
