"Wait a minute."
Novaria froze. She looked up and met Nolan's calm gaze.
Elina blinked in surprise and looked at her brother curiously.
"Does he want to help her?"
As the thought crossed her mind, a faint smile appeared on her lips. Whether she was right or not, she trusted her brother.
Nolan crossed his legs, his right arm casually wrapped around Rafine's slender waist.
Rafine's face turned as red as a tomato. She wanted to scold the shameless man, but the words wouldn't come.
In the end, she could only lower her head in embarrassment.
"Novaria, you said earlier that you were being forced into an arranged marriage, right? Who is it with?" Nolan asked casually.
There wasn't a hint of politeness in his tone, but that was simply how Nolan spoke.
He only showed that kind of respect to his mother and Seira. He even called his own father—the emperor—an "old man."
