“Aaro.” Freya’s puzzled voice came from behind. “What are you looking at?” Before she could finish, her expression changed. She saw my photo on Aaron’s phone, along with my name.

“Cynthia?”

“All night, you’ve been thinking about her?”

Aaron set the phone aside, shaking his head, and said nonchalantly, “What? Jealous?”

“You still don’t know? I only hate her. How could I think about her?”

Ha…

Actually, when he spoke, I noticed a hint of evasiveness in his eyes. Freya seemed to sense something was off. She bit her lip, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

“Don’t lie to me, Aaro.”

Aaron’s expression tightened. “Over the years, whenever someone...