Demon King Cursed’s Bride.
Silence.
"My sweet sweet brother what are you doing here "Loren asked with a smirk on her face.
Ignoring her question,Nicolas faced Isadora and spoke,"King Devon,now that your wife had invited me don't you think I should stay"
A frown settled on Devon face as he contemplated whether to kill him right here or not.
"I will do as my wife says"Devon said. The people in the room looked like their eyes where gauge out.
He agreed?,just like that? The questions where evident on their face s but no one dared to voice out.
Devon exited the room, ensuring his wife accompanied him, seeking privacy to address the pressing matter.
Once they were alone, a mixture of confusion and anger filled Devon's voice as he confronted her.
"Did Loren disclose information about Fiona to you? I can't recall ever discussing her with you. How did you come to know? You even questioned me about her."
Silence hung in the air, exacerbating Devon's impatience.