Sin For me, Daddy.
Chapter 271.
Rosealba’s heart skipped a beat, and the entire room seemed to freeze in a still frame of time.
Drystan’s eyes darted sharply toward Hazel, the tension in his jaw tightening with every passing second.
Betrothal?
The word echoed loudly, almost violently, across the room, crashing into the silence like a bomb.
Betrothal. That was—
Wait.
Drystan’s gaze returned to Rosealba, whose stunned eyes were already locked on his. There was confusion written all over her face. But deeper, beneath that, something darker stirred—an ache of betrayal, or maybe disbelief.