After Noel threw out his question, the room fell into silence.
Selena with her turbulent thoughts, tried to piece together what Noel truly had in mind, yet the more she considered his words, the less certain she became. The calm confidence in his tone unsettled her, gnawing at her composure.
In the depths of her eyes, concern and worry flickered.
She wanted to do something… anything.
But the problem was, she couldn't do more than she was already doing.
Anything beyond this would mean restraining Noel completely, imprisoning him outright.
And that was the last resort.
From his confident tone, where even after reaching this point, and he had regained some memories, that didn't change, she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe… he actually had something that could help with his condition.
But then… what was it? What is his confidence based on?
She had been watching him closely, tracking his every move for twenty-four hours a day. How could she have missed it?
