Chapter 1185:
A cup of coffee appeared, delivered by the butler, and Elena quietly dropped her gaze before taking the first sip.
Settling himself across the sofa, Torin lounged with effortless confidence, his attention glued to her every move. Every subtle gesture she made seemed to draw him in, making him realize just how entangled he’d become. What started as a playful rivalry with Wesley had morphed into something far more serious—now, his efforts to get rid of Wesley were all to win her over. Without even realizing it, his motives had shifted entirely.
He leaned forward and asked, “Do you like it? Only royalty gets served this blend. Like it enough and I’ll make sure you have your own supply.”
The simple gesture of presenting such exclusive coffee spoke volumes about Torin’s influence in Yoswye—a reach that went beyond even the crown. Setting her cup down with quiet finality, Elena replied, “That’s thoughtful, but I’m not really a coffee drinker.”
A knowing smirk tugged at Torin’s lips, his eyes silently revealing he saw straight through her façade.
Pretending sorrow, Elena lowered her eyes. “No matter where I search, there’s no sign of him anywhere. He’s really gone.”
Sudden interest sparked in Torin’s gaze. After all the drama she caused the day before, she came up with nothing. Did she honestly mean to surrender her search for Wesley?
Torin’s grin stretched wider at the thought of her giving up on Wesley. Smugness radiated from him as he declared, “What did I say? He’s gone—vanished without a trace. Wouldn’t it be better if he were dead? You’ll always have a place right here with me.”
Arms thrown open, Torin gestured grandly before giving his chest a confident pat. Clad only in a loose robe, he made no attempt to hide his toned physique from Elena’s view.
Disgust flickered in Elena’s eyes, but she quickly lowered her gaze to keep it to herself. A quiet determination settled in her voice. “I want to go somewhere.”
With a single raised brow, Torin replied, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”
An unreadable glint passed through Elena’s eyes, gone almost as soon as it appeared.
𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫶𝖈𝗈𝗆
Before she could speak again, Torin, sounding almost bored, added, “But first, come with me to a place.”
Annoyance flickered in Elena’s eyes, but she forced it down. “Where exactly?”
Instead of answering, Torin led her through winding lanes to a lonely cemetery. Tall fencing enclosed the place, and within its borders stood only one weathered, unmarked stone. No inscription greeted them. No etched name.
Curiosity prompted Elena to ask, “Is someone buried here?”
With an air of indifference, Torin pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and answered, “The woman who brought me into this world.”
That revelation startled Elena, leaving her momentarily speechless. Here lay his mother, yet the grave offered no sign, no clue to her identity at all.
Torin must have noticed her confusion, for his gaze narrowed as he added, “She died when I was five. I saw it happen—they tore her apart.”
Ash drifted to the ground as he tapped his cigarette, smoke ghosting around his face, hiding everything but those cold eyes.
A new question formed on Elena’s lips. “What’s the reason for bringing me here?”
Boredom colored Torin’s smirk as he replied, “No particular reason. Just felt like doing so.”
Choosing silence, Elena pressed her lips together, deciding not to pursue it any further.
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