Last time Kent called out that name when he was drunk, it seemed like a slip of the tongue.
But now, even with his mind clouded by alcohol, he still managed to say it. How could that be explained?
Surely it couldn’t be a coincidence—there’s no way Nannie had the same nickname.
Silvia lay nestled in his arms, watching his sleeping face as her gaze grew thoughtful.
Clearly, once Kent woke up, she’d have to ask him about it.
Carefully, Silvia slid out of bed. But as she lifted the covers, she noticed a smear of red where she’d been lying.
Wait—
She froze in surprise.
She distinctly remembered that the night before she left Luminova City, she and Kent had already crossed that line.
Why now, then?
But the details of that night were all things Kent had told her—she’d been far too drunk to recall much herself.
No wonder she’d felt something was off. So he’d lied to her!
The thought made Silvia laugh, though not out of anger. She genuinely found it amusing.
Kent had known about their engagement all along, yet he’d played dumb and gone out of his way to help her at every turn.
Why would he do that?
With a quiet sigh, Silvia shook her head, a look of resigned exasperation in her eyes.
She was just about to get up and clean herself when, suddenly, Kent stirred. He sat up and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her back against him.

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