Black Bolt Is Nothing!

Medusa had not expected Black Bolt to arrive so quickly. This was clearly abnormal.

Because during this time, he had been investigating the murder of his parents.

To find the killer, he had been so busy that he had no time to concern himself with anything else.

Otherwise, she would not have come alone to rescue her sister. She could have told Black Bolt about this in advance.

Then Black Bolt could have dealt with Loren, but she had not done that. Instead, she had come alone.

That was how the current situation had come about. Her expression was extremely complicated.

There was worry, guilt, and a trace of irritation, because everything happening now was something she had never anticipated.

But to Black Bolt, her actions were undoubtedly a betrayal.

Naturally, she did not want Black Bolt to know about this, and her feelings for him had already begun to waver.

Before this, she had always believed that what she shared with Black Bolt was love, until that moment she had spent with Loren just now.

Only then did she suddenly realize that what she and Black Bolt had was not love at all. It was more like familial affection.

Because love made one's heart surge and flutter, but she had never felt that way toward Black Bolt.

What lay between them was more the familiarity of having grown up together, but that was not love. It was familial affection.

Moreover, Black Bolt truly was her cousin. Before today, she had felt there was nothing wrong with marrying her cousin.

But after Loren's guidance, she had decided she would no longer obey those rotten clan rules.

She did not want to marry her cousin. She wanted to pursue her own love. She wanted to listen to her heart for once.