Aunt Lyra, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up. “Nicho, you’ve known Aria for so long. Is this really how things are between you now? It’d be a shame to let misunderstandings ruin what you’ve built.”
Before Nicho could respond, I shook my head, my voice firm. “There’s no misunderstanding, Aunt Lyra. Nicho doesn’t let one linger. If he hasn’t explained by now, then there’s nothing left to say.”
Selena shifted uncomfortably, her tired expression drawing his attention immediately. “You look pale,” he murmured to her, concern softening his tone.
He turned to the driver. “Hold off on the deliveries for now. We’ll use the elevator first.”
Watching him fuss over Selena, I stepped aside to let them pass. Nicho hesitated, his eyes flicking to mine for a brief moment, but when I said nothing, he hurried into the elevator with her.