The carriage stopped before the Goddess of Harvest Cathedral.
The moment Ron stepped out, he saw Mia and Irene, who had apparently been waiting at the entrance for quite some time.
"Brother Ron!"
Mia jogged all the way up to Ron, puffing out her little cheeks in displeasure. "Sister Sylvie said you didn't come back at all last night. Don't tell me you ran off somewhere to fool around?"
"How could that be?" Ron greeted Irene as he walked into the cathedral. "Long time no see, Irene."
"Your Highness Ron." Irene smiled faintly and curtsied.
Compared with before, Irene's complexion had not changed much. She was still as elegant and dignified as ever, perfectly matching every fantasy Ron had ever had of a noble young lady.
It was just that Irene seemed even quieter today, probably because of recent events.
After all, Ron had ultimately not agreed to Count Huo Qi's proposal of "sharing," much less the so-called marriage alliance.
And over the past two days, the two great academies had begun exerting pressure. As the foremost representative of the targeted forces, the Christine Family could not possibly be having an easy time.
It was only natural that Irene would suffer some cold treatment within her family as a result.
Ron would not regret anything because of that.
At most, he gave Irene an apologetic look. He would do nothing more.
Besides, even if he wanted to make amends, whether she would accept them was another matter entirely.
"Who knows where you went!" Mia followed from behind, still puffing with anger. "A few days ago, I heard that you went hunting with Brother Soven and a group of noble young ladies."
"Then someone saw Brother Soven invite you into the magic club on Queen Street."
"And then you disappeared last