The Love that Never Really Dies

It was Devin.

However, he was like a completely changed person. As a soldier, he was supposed to care a great deal about his image, yet, at that moment, he looked unkempt with his scraggly stubble and unruly hair.

“Who’s in there?”

“Sebastian. He’s been guarding here for the whole night.”

Janice’s heart twitched in pain as she gazed at Devin’s downcast eyes.

Devin did not respond to her words.

For a moment, he wanted to turn and leave, unwilling to enter the house.

Before he could, however, a tall figure emerged from inside the hall upon hearing his voice.

“You’re here? Come in, then. We’ve been waiting for you to start everything.”

As usual, Sebastian did not show much emotion as he cast a faint look at Devin.

Devin did not respond to him.

Eventually, he lifted his feet and stepped inside.

The moment Devin entered the Red Pavilion, he noticed the entire interior of the villa was decorated in black.

pictures on the wall were

constricted as he fell deep

agony spread through his heart, and

“Are you all right?”

grabbed

he touched him, Devin acted as if he was electrocuted and

the

she witnessed

guests that the mourning hall will

normal self, giving his instruction in a composed manner. Then,

probably the first time

had been over ten years since Devin rescued him back in Sumanthova. Till now,

times, Devin had

happen

mourning hall and tried to

latter sitting despondently in front of the two jars of ashes, trembling

should be here in a

this,

“What?”

stunned momentarily

White House? Why would I

retired, his position in the White House was left vacant. Congress will soon vote for a new leader now that Alfred has failed. You’re the best

to hear such a