Della’s POV
As if reading my mind, Lucas gave me a knowing smile before he shifted his gaze back to Kylian.
“Della possesses a noble soul. No matter what kind of status she falls into, she’ll remain noble,” he explained vaguely.
Hearing his answer, I couldn’t be more relieved. I let out a discreet sigh. Now I was sure that Lucas was indeed able to foretell my real identity.
Despite that, I was very thankful that he respected my decision and kept it hidden.
“So, let’s get in?” Lucas offered as he stepped, assigned and pointed toward the cabin at his back using his hand.
“Thank you,” I replied while Kylian just dominatingly walked toward the cabin like he owned it.
I sneezed and followed him together with Lucas beside me.
“Please have a seat,” he motioned toward the brow sofa. As he said, Kylian and I sat down.
A minute later, Lucas came and sat on an empty seat after putting two cups of water on the coffee table, one each for me and Kylian.