Chapter 401 The Mortal Realm

How could Misty explain this?

If she told the truth, Cedric would know about the man who died in prison.

He absolutely couldn't let anyone know that she genuinely wanted to kill Ramona and had taken action to make it happen.

However, maintaining silence felt somewhat off.

"Misty? What are you thinking?"

Seeing her lost in thought, Cedric felt helpless and gently tapped her nose.

His sharp eyes fixed on her face as he whispered, "In the haven of my embrace, how can your thoughts stray?"

"I … I'm not thinking about anything …"

Misty's eyes shimmered as she adopted a tender pose, resting against his chest and murmuring, "Cedric, why did you come here?"

She caught a faint scent—like the roses that bloomed in the manor. It had a strong presence without being overwhelming, adding a touch of charm.

Her expression suddenly darkened, and a hint of resentment surged in her eyes.

This was definitely not the fragrance Cedric usually used.

She knew the mixture of tobacco and cologne