Laurence grimaced.

He glared at Noelle.

Any idiot could see how he felt about her. Noelle, perceptive about everything else as she was, would not be oblivious.

Yet, Noelle had to name Callia as the woman he loved.

It was true that he adored Callia, but it was familial. He cared for Callia as a brother would.

Callia was a lot younger than he was. In some ways, Laurence practically raised her.

With Laurence’s expression turning sour, Noelle smiled embarrassedly. “Sir, i-it was just an