Cat Boss Restaurant, second floor, Talia's room.
Morning sunlight streamed through the Glass Skylight, settling over the wooden beams and bookshelves. The faint woody scent mingled with the Bedroom Aromatherapy between the chest of drawers, giving off a fresh, elegant fragrance of green leaves and rum that was not overly sweet.
The room's atmosphere seemed split in two. One half was warm and comfortable, woven from soft cream, pale orange, and beige; the other was filled with the fear and unease created by Talia's fury and Lanchi's nervousness.
"You..."
Talia's body was taut. The blade in her hand reflected the sunlight coming through the Glass Skylight, flashing brightly. Her golden eyes held not only blazing fury but also utter confusion.
Lanchi had been driven back until he had nowhere left to retreat, and now leaned against the wall with both hands slightly raised in a gesture of surrender and helplessness.
His Adam's apple bobbed lightly as though he were struggling to find the right words, but under Talia's gaze, his voice remained trapped in his throat.
Lanchi really wanted to shout for Hughberlian to save him, but he didn't dare.
He didn't even dare think it, afraid Talia would read his thoughts again.
"Not answering me?"
Every word Talia spoke was like a bullet, striking Lanchi straight in the heart.
"How am I supposed to take responsibility?"
Lanchi could only ask that.
The air in the room had nearly solidified, and time became slow and heavy at that moment.
He was certain the Poet of Great Love had driven Talia a little insane.
He had to calm Talia down first.
Otherwise, everything really would be over.
"..."
Lanchi's question seemed to leave Talia stunned.
Her first instinct was to say that Lanchi should simply take responsibility like that, but she