Amara was well aware of the situation and chose not to pry further. Instead, she simply said, “Ely, once you’re married, make sure to take good care of yourself. And if Dorian acts like a jerk, don’t just put up with it. Let him have it if you need to.”
Elysia, despite her fiery temper, found it hard to get mad at Dorian unless it was about something important to her.
Over the years, Elysia had quarreled with Dorian many times on her behalf.
“I know, I'm less inclined to spoil him now. You don’t need to worry,” Elysia replied, her lips curling a bit as if she found Dorian somewhat beneath her.
Her expression shifted slightly, her eyes clouding with a touch of melancholy as another thought crossed her mind.
Just then, there came a knock at the door. Amara got up, moving to open it while calling out, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Amara.”
Lucian’s voice came from the other side. Opening the door, Amara greeted him, “Lucian, come on in. Oh... What happened?”
She paused, noticing the redness around Lucian’s eyes, as if he’d been crying. This was surprising; Lucian was usually the strong one, even stronger than her. Why was he crying now?
Lucian stepped inside, casting a quick glance at Elysia sitting on the couch but saying nothing.
Amara quickly introduced them. “This is my best friend, Elysia. I’ve told you about her before. She’s here visiting me. Lucian, maybe we should step outside to talk.”
Concerned about his discomfort, Amara was about to step out with him.
Lucian shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ve heard so much about Elysia, I know she’s not just anyone.”
“Well then, have a seat,” Amara offered, pulling out a chair for him and sitting down herself, still unsure of what had brought him to tears.
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