Dior was still lost in her storm of thoughts when a shadowy figure zipped past her and ran toward Harry.

When she spotted this familiar figure, she reacted quickly and held onto him.

"Let go of me!" growled Guy. "How dare he slap you and misunderstood you? I have to beat some sense into him!"

Harry broke free and chased after Harry.

Dior, despite having lost all hope and life in her, mustered the last strand of her will to chase after Guy and reeled him back. "Brother, don't," she muttered, "spare your energy…"

Her sorrow clouded her eyes as she mumbled, "He’s the man I love. Even though he hates me, I won’t allow you to hurt him. As for the explanation…"

Dior smiled ironically. "Whatever. That slap decimated every beautiful daydream I have about him, anyway."

She no longer expected anything from him.

He had no trust in her, so what would it matter if she finally got him? He did not even love her, and he did not trust her either.

Dior smiled elegantly, but her eyes were fille