Chapter 15: A Box

The next day, Irene chanced upon Stelian, who had just returned from the royal study. With squinted eyes, there seemed to be something different about this half-brother of hers.

His tone had softened a little bit. Nonetheless, annoyance was still apparent on his face.

"You should just stay here."

Her lips curved, forming a beautiful arch; she rolled her eyes. Her hand raised, and she pretended to care about her black manicured nails. "That's none of your business."

Staying in the palace or Blackcourt City, there was nothing different. However, she would still choose Blackcourt City, where there were fewer eyes on her body. After Stefan was stripped of his noble title, those people would certainly think twice about how they should act in her presence.

In an instant, his eyes turned disdainful. He turned his body and began to walk toward the exit.

Irene frowned. She couldn't just stand here like a lost child, so she couldn't help but walk behind Stelian. Unsatisfied, she widened her ste