It had been a long evening, and the tension in the air was like static electricity. Lovely, who they all knew to be a composed and mysterious person, was now confined to the peaceful Lewis family home.
Hwan finally broke the stillness. "You're Joan, aren't you?" His black eyes blazed with resolve, yet his voice remained calm.
Lovely's heart pounded as she froze. She was ready for a lot of things, but not this. Knowing the truth about who she was might ruin everything; she had lived in seclusion for years.
But now that she looked into Hwan's unblinking eyes, she knew there was no way out.
With looks that ranged from bewilderment to interest, Aiden, Hoon, and Hwan stood together.
Lovely was aware that she had to face the situation head-on. She inhaled deeply, looked up at Hwan, and nodded in confirmation.
She responded, "Yes," in a quiet, shaky voice. "I am Joan."