"Jean, lunch is ready." Aaron returned to the Divination Shop. The moment he finished speaking, he noticed Jean's reddened eyes and Hela standing nearby with the air of someone watching a show.
"What did you do to her?" Aaron stared at Hela coldly. Though they had signed a contract, his tolerance for Hela had its limits.
If Hela had truly done something that crossed his bottom line, then so be it—he would flip the table.
"Don't misunderstand." Hela raised both hands. "I didn't hit her, didn't insult her, and didn't provoke her. The only reason you're seeing this scene is because you brought it upon yourself."
"What did you say?"
"You two can talk it out slowly." Hela shrugged and walked through the door on the right.
Seeing Jean on the verge of tears, Aaron had no mood to deal with Hela.
"Tell me what happened just now. Hela really didn't bully you?"
"No, she didn't do anything to me."
"Then why are you crying?" Aaron wiped the glistening tears from the corners of her eyes. "Don't cry. You won't look pretty if you keep crying."
"Heh." Jean forced out a stiff smile. "Tell me honestly. What exactly am I to you?"
"My girlfriend. My lover." Aaron answered without hesitation. "The woman I would do everything in my power to protect."
"Really? Then how many people hold that position in your heart?"
Aaron froze, unable to think of an answer for a moment.
The smile on Jean's face grew increasingly bitter. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"I don't want to lie to you, but I haven't figured out how to tell you yet."
"I'm not the only one, am I?"
Aaron hesitated before nodding. "I can't give them up, but my feelings for you are real too. None of the