I Became the Assassin Family's Foster Daughter (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 92

“Riche, you return to Rodwick Mansion. I’ll tell you a safe path out of the temple.”

Ian bustled about the room.

He was packing the things Riche would need for her departure.

Ian, now nineteen, had grown into a much larger frame.

Riche watched his somewhat unfamiliar figure for a moment, then quietly asked,

“Ian, do you love me?”

He froze.

At that question, Ian stopped what he was doing and looked at Riche.

“Because I love you.”

He could act so naturally even after such a confession because he held no expectations—no hope that Riche might feel the same way.

It was enough just to express his feelings. It was enough simply knowing Riche was there to hear them.

“…Yes.”

Yet her cheeks flushed faintly as she nodded. It seemed she couldn’t help feeling shy, even though she thought she was only stating the obvious.

Moreover,

“…What about Hamad?”

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