Chapter 59. A Bold, Flat Line

I believe she merely sees him as Nectar’s father. And I don’t think it’s proper to tell her now that Zeath is actually her father. It’s best I let it be until her recovery. That way, she can take the information in a better mood.

I kiss her forehead as she slowly falls asleep again. Then I take Zeath by the wrist and lead him out of the room to the waiting area.

We sit side by side in the couch. Watching him man-spread, I’m tempted to sit on him; claim his laps as my personal couch. But then that’d be going too far.

“How about Nectar, and Yolie; how are they taking the divorce?” I ask.

Zeath seems tense; bothered, but he still replies, “they both left the country. Due to the crisis, I’ve been unable to contact them, though.”

I nod repeatedly, not knowing what next to say.

Come to think of it, I dragged Zeath out of Eryis room because I had the irresistible urge to spend some time with him. But now I have nothing to say.

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