Chapter 94

Grace held her fork and knife mid-air while her eyes were locked on Segen in sheer disbelief.

For someone who had supposedly lived on the streets, he handled his utensils with surprisingly well. His posture was effortlessly straight and his every movement were smooth and refined. He cut into his food with ease. Not once did he hunch over his plate or devour his meal like a starving man. Instead, he ate with the composed grace of someone who had been raised among luxury and discipline.

Her grip on her utensils loosened before she finally set them down, blinking a few times as if trying to make sense of what she was witnessing.

“Segen,” she called with an edge of suspicion in her voice. “Who are you, really?”

The question made him pause mid-bite, before he slowly lowered his fork. His eyes flickered toward her cautiously.

“Uh...” He cleared his throat. “Why are you asking me that again?” He hesitated, his fingers lightly tapping against the knife’s handle