Disappointment was an understatement for how Neuvillette was feeling. Betrayal and rage were the perfect ones.

You promised…You promised that you wouldn’t hurt anyone, and he actually trusted you—only for you to go against your word coldly.

He wasn’t even sure if you felt guilty about it either…Your face was unreadable, your gaze never leaving him and neither was his.

“Guilty.”

He finally declared with a stoic look, but there was a hint of pain as if he didn’t want to say it.