A Truth Withheld Is Still a Lie

“Miss! Seriously! You’ve messed up all my hair!”

Elisia let out a shrill shout from beneath the hood, fumbling to fix her bangs.

“Haa... All right. We’ll deal with your hair later.”

Still wearing the hood, Elisia folded her arms with a pout.

Then she glanced at Kairen and Haley standing behind her before fixing a firm, serious gaze on Radians.

“Brother. I’m going to ask you straight out, so don’t change the subject.”

All the playfulness had vanished from Elisia’s voice.

“Why are you sleeping curled up pitifully on this cold, cramped, dusty lab sofa, when it’s so unlike you? Why leave that comfortable, spacious VIP dorm suite empty every night...?”

Elisia stepped closer and pressed him for an answer.

“Did I do something wrong? Or did you run away because you hate having me around and find it so uncomfortable?”...