Chapter 15

That was the first time Robert had called her by her nickname after she turned 18. His deep, magnetic voice carried a hoarse, suppressed emotion. She didn't turn back, but her grip on the door handle tightened. Enola wasn't a fool. From the moment Robert had stormed into the banquet hall in a panic, she had already seen through his feelings. Or rather, this wasn't the first time she had noticed them. The framed rosary bracelet and the way he always became unusually tense whenever she mentioned marriage… Even if she had once doubted it, what happened at the wedding today had confirmed everything. Robert had feelings for her. Enola felt no joy when she realized this—only a deep sense of pity. She didn't know when those feelings had started, but at the very least, he had already been aware of them when he sent her abroad. Yet, he had chosen to suppress them, going so far as to banish her to another country while cutting off all contact for four years. If Robert had never loved her,