They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 550: Happy to See Someone You Tried to Kill?

"I’ve learned enough to see the truth when it’s right in front of me."

Somto’s mouth pressed into a thin line. He tried to speak, "I’m not—" but the words died before they left his tongue.

The lie was already cracked wide open.

Arthur, silent as ever, was still watching her. His expression hadn’t changed, but his eyes had that subtle sharpness, like he was filing away every detail of this moment.

Somto finally voiced the question both men were thinking.

"...How do you know?"

"Obviously because I—"

Nnenna’s mouth snapped shut.

Oh no. She had been this close to blurting out the truth about the Love System.

What a rookie mistake.

Not only would they probably never believe her, she wasn’t even sure she wanted them to know.

"I... I—" she stammered, the sudden hesitation drawing even more curious stares from the two men.

Somto glanced at Arthur again, silently asking the same question, What on earth is so hard for her to say?

Then, like a puzzle piece clicking into place, the thought hit him.

Wait... could it be?

our pulse when we were still unconscious?" Somto asked, his voice now carrying that faint

exams and stepped into year four as a medical student. Checking a patient’s pulse without

realization passing through them. She had indeed woken before

Nnenna froze. "...Uhm."

want to lie. But telling them the truth? Absolutely

"I... uhm..."

Whoosh!

turned instantly, sharp gazes

there was something in his

Nnenna," he greeted with a polite nod. "Good morning. I trust you’re

"We had planned to give you separate rooms, but our queen felt princess Nnenna

his gaze landed on Nnenna, there was a trace of

tell us why we were kidnapped, or what? You spent too many resources pulling this off. The least

man didn’t flinch. If anything,

your answers.

glances. After a brief

gleamed faintly under the soft glow of concealed lighting. The air smelled

on polished marble floors, broken only by the faint rustle of distant activity. The hall

passed displayed art, paintings and sculptures that weren’t just beautiful, but carried

Arthur glanced at the ceiling briefly, catching the faint shimmer of motion sensors before letting his gaze drift casually

them. The ride down was smooth, almost too smooth, as if the entire building was engineered to make movement

scented with something floral and faintly sweet. They stepped into

door whooshed open with ease as they approached, and the dining hall revealed itself

vaulted ceiling supported by elegant pillars. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in warm light, casting faint rainbows on the long table set

young, but there was nothing soft about her presence. Her posture

gaze lifted as they entered. Her eyes scanned the group briefly, then landed on

as if she had seen a ghost. Then, a soft smile broke