"Lo - lovers?!" Zoey gasped, blinking her eyes many times as she rewinded everything she knew about Cora and Ivan's relationship in her mind.
In retrospect, all Zoey could remember was Ivan and Cora disliking each other. They're like cat and dog, arguing telepathically. The only person that was relieved about the two of them not speaking the same language was Zoey. Little did she know, Ivan and Cora still managed to bicker despite the language barrier.
"Brother Zion, that's impossible… Cora and…" Her words trailed off as Zion interrupted her midway.
"They confirmed it." His lips stretched into a forced smile. "I'm happy for her. Since he's your assistant, I know she's in good hands. I'm glad." Zion reassured, causing her shocked visage to transform into puzzlement.
