"Seira, there's something I want to ask you," Aldrian said abruptly.
Seira looked up. "What is it?"
Aldrian smiled, his expression oddly meaningful.
"If one day I were to wrong you… would you be able to forgive me?"
His vague question made Seira frown. Still, she didn't think too deeply about it and replied indifferently, "Isn't it obvious? Just like when you stabbed me before."
Aldrian's smile froze. A wave of overwhelming shame washed over him, and the cutlery in his hand trembled slightly.
But he quickly composed himself and pleaded, "About that… could you… forget it? I know I'm at fault, and it's incredibly shameless of me to ask for forgiveness after what I did. But… I really didn't mean to do it, Seira. Could you forgive me?"
Looking at his pleading face, Seira suddenly felt an intense wave of disgust.
He had stabbed her. He had nearly killed her.
If Nolan hadn't arrived in time, she would have been dead by now. And yet, he was now shamelessly asking her to forget it.
