"What do you want?"
"Chyka, I have so many things to ask-like why you have accepted the marriage with that trash, but I won't bother. However, you said we could share a future together. Was that a lie?"
Azariel's gaze shook. Today, if his father hadn't urged him, would he have come here today?
He might've known this from hearsay the next day, but he would still have some faith in her- that her family had forced her. However, no such thing happened. He felt this to be atrocious.
"Arron..." Chyka softly said, "I didn't lie. I really did think we could share a future when we adventured together, hunted down bandits, and found treasures. I loved our time together. But ultimately, I'm the third daughter of the Vulkan Family. I also have to make a decision based on what's good for my family. I simply can't afford to wait for you to make it big."
"Nonsense." Azariel clenched his fists, "I told you I'm from a rich family secretly."
