Chapter 13: Holy Knight vs Holy Knight

Throughout the entire morning, Shelley kept glaring at Gray. Squinting her eyes, her gaze full of suspicion, and pouting, like a vinegar jar.

"What exactly did you say to that woman yesterday?"

"I didn't say anything."

"You were together for three hours and didn't say anything?" Shelley bit her lip, about to cry, "You... don't like me anymore, do you?"

*Gray was flustered, not knowing how to comfort her.*

"You should think about how to get through today..." Black Cat reminded cautiously, "You promised Camilla that she could come by today. Think about how Shelley will react when she sees her?"

"What should I do then?"

"You should refuse her entry."

"But I already promised."

"That's your problem."

Shelley sat on a chair in the tent, wiping her tears repeatedly, twisting her handkerchief over and over.

*Gray stood dumbfounded on the side. He had never encountered such a situation and didn't know how to handle it.*