Lilia was silent. She didn't say a word. Of course, she knew that what she had done was, in a way, absurd. But now, she realized she hadn't really thought it through—not before escaping, not until this very moment.
With a meticulously crafted plan forming in her mind, she saw a clear path ahead. If she was going to leave this place, she needed money of her own. She needed an apartment. And most importantly, she had to ensure that everything was done without Zethan noticing. Then, one day, she would vanish—without a trace, without him ever realizing it was coming.
Zethan's voice cut through the silence, his tone laced with amusement. "I see my Loris is deep in thought."
Lilia finally turned to him, parting her lips as if to respond, only to close them again. At this point, she had nothing to say. Somehow, he always seemed to have the last word.
Then, something finally clicked in Lilia's mind. She turned to him, her golden-brown eyes searching his.