What exactly is the truth?

Emyr had just returned to Aiden's study to put some files back when his steps suddenly halted. A shiver ran down his spine as the temperature in the room seemed to drop drastically.

Instinctively, his gaze darted to look at Aiden. 

One look at his boss was enough to tell him that it was New York that was freezing —it was Aiden himself, exuding an air as cold as Antarctica. 

What happened all of a sudden? 

Hadn't he been fine after the dinner? 

Slowly, Emyr placed the files on the desk, but his focus remained on Aiden, quietly observing him. 

Aiden was still on the call, waiting for Arwen's response. However, when she didn't speak right away, his patience thinned.

"Moon —" 

"If there exists any such motive that made you approach me intentionally, then I would truly thank the heavens," Arwen finally replied, her voice soft yet unwavering in confidence. 

Aiden stilled.