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?

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

She had finished her exams and stepped into year four as a medical student. Checking a patient’s pulse without equipment was second nature, Carl did it all

passing

Nnenna froze. "...Uhm."

But telling them the truth?

"I... uhm..."

Whoosh!

open without warning. All three turned instantly, sharp gazes locking on the entrance, their earlier argument vanishing

average looking man stepped inside. He wasn’t striking, but there was something in his bearing,

a polite nod. "Good morning. I trust you’re

them. "We had planned to give you separate rooms, but our queen felt princess Nnenna might prefer to stay close to

on Nnenna, there was a trace

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

man didn’t flinch. If anything,

your answers. Shall we?" He gestured toward the

them exchanged quick glances. After a brief moment of silent calculation, they filed

man into a corridor lined with walls that gleamed faintly under the soft glow of concealed lighting.

hall stretched long, flanked by tall glass panels that

paintings and sculptures that weren’t just beautiful,

to an untrained eye. Arthur glanced at the ceiling briefly, catching the faint shimmer of motion sensors before

a mirrored interior that reflected their expressions back at them. The ride down was smooth, almost too smooth,

something floral and faintly sweet. They stepped into another

whooshed open with ease as they approached, and the

elegant pillars. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in warm light, casting faint rainbows on the long table set with precision. Silver cutlery gleamed against fine china, and the scent of fresh baked bread

far end of the table, on the main seat, sat a woman. She looked young, but there was nothing soft about her presence. Her posture was straight, her

woman’s gaze lifted as they entered. Her eyes scanned the group briefly, then

she had seen a ghost. Then, a soft