I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Seeing her like this, Duanmu Yan softened his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

"In fact—" (referring to a teacher's smear) [eight] beyond already

The girl gently bit her lower lip, and the blush on her cheeks became even more vibrant.

Those iris-purple eyes seemed veiled in a thin mist, rippling with light under the night sky.

"I...that...the order's access control..."

"Now...it might be...it might not be able to get back in time, so..."

"Mr. Duanmu, could... I... stay here... for the night..."

Those few words exhausted all my courage.

She didn't understand why she would make such a bold request—perhaps it was the darkness of night, perhaps it was the indescribable flutter in her heart, or perhaps it was...

Something that is even more indescribable.

The night breeze swept across the corridor, scattering the girl's unfinished words into the cool night air.

Duanmu Yan's expression shifted from gentle to astonishment, then to bewilderment, and finally to an almost fearful look: "Ah? Phoebe, you're going to live here too?"

"also?"

The word fell softly, yet it made Phoebe's eyes widen suddenly.

What does "也" mean?

Does this mean that there are other people living here besides me?

"Oh dear, I never expected that a priest from a religious order would make such a request in the middle of the night."

Just as Phoebe was getting confused, an elegant voice came from inside the door.

She looked up and immediately took a half-step back in a panic: "Miss Koleta? What are you doing here?"

Koleta gracefully crossed her arms and leaned against Duanmu Yan's side: "Is there anything strange about me living at my boyfriend's house?"

"Boyfriend?!" Phoebe's purple eyes widened slightly, her fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes. "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered I have something to do, I'll take my leave now..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Phoebe turned to leave, but Coletta gently pressed her shoulder down.

The girl's body trembled slightly, then she timidly turned her head to look at Koleta: "Um, Miss Koleta, is there anything else...?"

“Don’t rush off, Phoebe,” Coleta said with a smile. “I overheard you saying that just now.”

“Hear…hear me?” Phoebe’s voice trembled slightly.

"I heard you say that you're missing the order's curfew, so you'll have to stay here for the night, right?"

"No, no...that was me...I..."

"Since you're here, come in and have a seat." Koleta's smile deepened. "We're all sisters, why stand on ceremony?"

Phoebe stammered, her head bowed, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Why is Miss Coleta here?

Well……

Most importantly, why did I say those things?

Phoebe didn't know either; she was just bewitched, the atmosphere made her say it naturally.

But now...

The girl regretted it.

One act of extroversion led to a lifetime of introversion.

"Ah, I should have known better than to say those things!"

"What's wrong with me lately? I've been acting so strange..."

"By the Lord Imbrathod, please forgive my foolishness."

“No, no need to trouble yourself, Miss Coleta.” Phoebe hurriedly waved her hand, forcing a smile. “If I run faster, I should be able to make it to the gate.”

"Why go through all this trouble?" Koleta gently grasped the girl's slender wrist, her fingertips feeling cool to the touch. "Why don't you rest here for a while?"

“I…” Phoebe, like a frightened little rabbit, gradually lost the courage to resist under the other party’s meaningful gaze.

“Besides—” Koleta suddenly leaned closer, gazing into her eyes, “I have some things I’d like to talk to you about.”

"Gulp—" Phoebe swallowed unconsciously, her heart pounding like a drum.

"You probably don't want the Order to know..." Kolatta's voice was as soft as velvet, yet carried an irresistible pressure, "about your private contact with Sheng Hai, right?"

"How could you..." The girl's pupils trembled slightly, and she finally lowered her eyes resignedly, "Fine, alright."

“That’s more like it.” Koleta smiled politely and led Phoebe into the house. “Let’s have a good talk about you and Duanmu Yan.”

Volume 1: Chapter 155 Laguna's Deepest Affection

The atmosphere in the room was subtle.

There was an indescribable stuffiness, as if the air had solidified, making it much harder to breathe.

Phoebe clutched her cane tightly, her back ramrod straight, not daring to let her shoelaces twitch even slightly.

Beside her sat Coleta and Floro.

Phoebe certainly knows the former, but as for this one...

She secretly observed Floro, who remained impassive to the side, out of the corner of her eye, but he clearly noticed her gaze and turned to look at her with indifferent eyes.

"Well……"

Phoebe's shoulders trembled slightly, and she hurriedly looked away, staring at Duanmu Yan helplessly like a child who had done something wrong.

Unconsciously, my fingertips traced the lines on the cane, calming my restless heart.

So, what's the situation now?

Why……

Besides Miss Koleta, who else is here?

Moreover, they seemed to be at odds with each other, and there was an unspeakable tension between them.

In just a few minutes, silent eye contact flashed back and forth several times around me, sharp enough to almost slash through the air.

And Mr. Duanmu...

If Miss Colette is truly his lover, then all those vague feelings I had before…

For some reason, a dull pain suddenly came from my chest, as if I were being pressed down by an invisible boulder, making it difficult to even breathe.

Phoebe instinctively gripped the fabric at her knees, leaving tiny wrinkles in the cloth.

So this quietly growing affection will have to be buried deep in my heart forever, never to see the light of day...

Her iris-purple eyes trembled slightly, reflecting the flickering light and shadows in the room, and also the figure that made her feel uneasy.

"Therefore, I am Duanmu Yan's lover—undisputed."

Koleta's voice broke the silence. She sat upright on the sofa, arms crossed over her chest.

The second daughter of the Motari family never allowed herself to lose control in any situation—she was used to keeping everything firmly in her grasp.

When faced with these unnecessary entanglements, one should assert one's status as the rightful wife!

Phoebe lowered her head and remained silent.

With a naturally gentle personality, she is always in a weaker position in every aspect—though she occasionally musters the courage to take on corresponding responsibilities.

But just now...

She said such inappropriate things in front of someone else's girlfriend.

Guilt clung to Phoebe's heart like vines, forcing her to bury her burning cheeks even lower and silently endure the humiliation.

"so what?"

Floro chuckled at this, as if mocking her ignorance.

"I told you before, you were never the first."

"You just happened to meet him at the right time, before he had even woken up."

"Those forgotten past events always follow him like a shadow. Even if the memories are sealed away, the imprints etched deep in his soul will still guide him toward his destined path."

“And I…” Her gaze passed through the swaying lamplight, as if looking towards the distant past, “I just want to write the final melody for the unfinished movement.”

"And me? I'm just reminiscing about the past, wanting to play the unfinished melody with him."

Floro's remarks remained obscure and difficult to understand—especially for Duanmu Yan.

Perhaps because she lingered in the past for too long, her words always carried a touch of detached obscurity, forever trapped in an unfinished story.

The night wind outside the window suddenly became stronger, causing the blinds to tap softly, as if echoing this enigmatic confession.

"I can't be bothered to listen to your reasoning," Koletta sneered. "It's just that you're trapped by the past, that's why you stubbornly treat Duanmu Yan as a phantom of the past, and that's why you're clinging to him so desperately."

"To me, he is no substitute for anyone!"

"Duanmu Yan is Duanmu Yan!"

Koleta would never tolerate anyone treating her lover as a replaceable object—it would be an insult to her and a trampling of Duanmu Yan's dignity.

“Meal replacement?” Floro smiled faintly, as if he had heard some interesting fallacy. “What an interesting analogy.”

“But… what a pity.” Floro’s lips curled up slightly, then he shook his head gently. “You’ve probably misunderstood something. The connection between him and me is far deeper than you imagine.”

Before she finished speaking, her gaze shifted between Koleta and Duanmu Yan, finally settling into a meaningful smile: "Besides, if we're really talking about seniority, you really can't compare to me."

Wow, that's a veteran.

I admire you so much, you veteran!

—How is that possible!

The situation is urgent, and Coleta won't let Floro lead her by the nose.

Her gaze drifted lightly to Phoebe, who kept her head down: "Phoebe, what about you?"

The girl, suddenly called out, trembled like a startled animal. Her lips parted several times, but only a few breathy sounds escaped.

"I……"

"like……"

"In no mood……"

The words that followed turned into indistinct murmurs, dissolving into tightly clenched knuckles and reddened earlobes.

She hugged her cane tighter, as if it were her only refuge. Her iris-purple eyes reflected the warm light, but she never dared to look anyone in the eye.

"Huh? What?" Koleta frowned slightly, not having heard what the girl said. Just as she was about to ask further, Floro interrupted her.

"Instead of asking us, why don't you ask the person involved what they think?"

These words, like a morning bell and evening drum, startled the second young lady from her reverie of questioning.

She suddenly turned her head, her gaze shooting like an arrow to the corner—Duanmu Yan was quietly enjoying his already cold pizza, as if he were detached from the situation.

"Cat's Eye Stone, looking at this fire started because of you, don't you have anything to say?"

Duanmu Yan paused slightly, holding the pizza, a bitter smile curving his lips.

Ultimately, I couldn't escape this question.

He gently set down the pizza in his hand, his gaze calmly fixed on Coleta: "So, Miss, are you willing to believe me?"

"Believe?" Koleta was slightly taken aback, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

“If Miss Er already believes I am guilty, then whatever I say will be in vain. So please tell me—are you still willing to believe me?”

Koleta unconsciously rubbed her fingertips, feeling the coolness emanating from them.

After a long silence, she finally took a deep breath: "Yes, I believe you."

“Then the answer is clear.” Duanmu Yan’s tone was calm and composed. “I have never betrayed you, Second Miss. Whether it was my encounter with Phoebe, my promise to Floro, or even Cantrela’s entanglement.”

Of course, at least for now, I have a clear conscience.