Chapter Thirty

Back in his apartment, Diluc was pacing restlessly, his mind still occupied with thoughts of Furina and Harrod. The jealousy and possessiveness he felt were unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was a feeling he didn’t know how to handle, one that left him feeling vulnerable and out of control.

Yvette was lounging on the sofa, her eyes following him as he paced. “Diluc, you need to relax. You’re letting this get to you too much.”

Diluc stopped and glared at her. “You don’t understand, Yvette. This isn’t just about the paparazzi or the media. It’s about Furina. I can’t stand the thought of her being in danger.”

Yvette’s expression darkened, jealousy flashing in her eyes. “She’s just a distraction, Diluc. You need to focus on us, on our future together.”

“There is no future for us, Yvette,” Diluc snapped, his patience wearing thin. “You need to understand that.”

Yvette’s eyes narrowed, and she stood up, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “You’re making a mistake, D