'How? How did she come to that conclusion…?'
He was at a loss for words, while Arista watched him with a calm stare.
Azael forced a confused expression and asked, "What do you mean, Arista? I don't understand what you are talking about."
Despite the turmoil going on inside him, he still acted like he didn't know what she was talking about.
Arista didn't react much. With a calm face, she replied, "Standing in the corridor… hugging her tightly… for a long time… you think no one will notice?"
At her remark, Azael gulped down his saliva.
There was no need to hide anymore. He had to confess now.
With a slightly tense expression, he asked, "So… you saw that?"
Arista shook her head sideways, indicating no.
Azael frowned. 'If she hadn't seen it… then who told her?'
With curiosity and slight worry, he asked, "Then… how did you get to know it? Who told you?"
