L raised her hand to press her forehead. "I''m really tired and need to rest."


    After a moment, she continued, "Dorian, you''ve invested a lot of resources and effort into Zara these past two years, haven''t you?"


    Dorian looked puzzled, not understanding why she would suddenly bring Zara up. It felt like Zara had be an insurmountable barrier between them.


    "Why is it that you go all out for someone you haven''t seen in years, yet all you say is ''please forgive me'' every day when ites to me? You broke your promise, so why should I forgive you?"


    L intended to highlight the disparity in his treatment of them, questioning how he could still im to love her.


    L lowered her gaze, her long eyshes shadowing a clear expression of mockery. "I''ve long been disappointed in you and won''t look back."


    Dorian froze for a moment. His confusion dissipated and was soon reced by shock. Did she really think he was unwilling to spend money on her?


    "L, all my money is yours if you just forgive me. Whatever you want, I''ll buy it for you."


    He pulled out the ring box from earlier and held it out to her. "Oh, and this. It''s not very valuable, but I''ll give it to you first."


    Seeing her frown slightly and show no intention of taking it, he simply shoved it into her hands.


    After a pause, he added, "L, I know I haven''t given you much materially, but I thought you''d care more about my love for you rather than these superficial things, right?"


    L couldn''t help butugh.


    She hadn''t been entirely clear in what she had said, so it didn''t really matter if he misunderstood. But his words were outright ridiculous.


    In the past, she believed that love alone could sustain a rtionship, but what good was that?


    "I did care about your love more than anything back then, but what did that get me?"


    Watching her lips curl with clear mockery, Dorian pressed his lips together, and his gaze lowered as if lost in thought.


    L did not want to continue the conversation. "Dorian, your love is worthless. Stop bothering me."


    After saying that, she walked past him and opened the door to her room.


    Having just washed her face, she heard someone knocking and assumed it was Dorian trying to pester her again.


    Frowning, she opened the door and snapped, "Can''t you just leave?"


    But as soon as she looked up, her words were caught in her throat.


    The person at the door was dressed in a fitted ck suit, entuating his tall frame and slim waist. His facial features were clean-cut, and his initially cold and indifferent air softened slightly when he raised an eyebrow.


    A hint of a smile flickered in his eyes, adding a warmth reminiscent of moonlight.


    "U-Uncle Kieran," L stuttered, her face instantly flushed. She had unintentionally taken out her frustration on Kieran.


    Kieran raised an eyebrow. "Who are you sulking with?"


    Though he asked that, he had seen Dorian leaving in his car as he came upstairs earlier.


    L didn''t want to discuss that topic. It was rare for Kieran to have free time, and there was no need to bring up unhappy matters.


    "Have you eaten?"


    He followed her into the room before cing thete-night snack he had brought on the table.


    Just as the door closed, Dorian, who had already left, reappeared around the corner, his expression ominous and frightening.


    Pulling his car out of the hotel just now, he saw the ck Maybach stopping at the hotel entrance in his rearview mirror. He didn''t see the license te or who got out, but he firmly believed that it was Noah.


    He quickly re-entered, just in time to see the elevator doors close. The figure inside was unmistakable. Dorian recognized him at a nce, having seen him twice before.


    The elevator ultimately stopped on L''s floor.