“Phew.”


  After his consultation with Irene was done, Bratt Lloyd nodded with a stiff expression and left.

  It didn’t look like he had any complaints.

  However, the whole time he talked with Irene, he was sweating.

  Although Irene was giving him advice to reconcile, it was no different from dating advice.

  As Karakum said, for him, who was overwhelmed by just protecting others, love is a process of delicately exchanging emotions with the opposite sex… it was uncharted territory.

  So, the advice he gave was basically useless.

  Irene had just passed on what Ian had told him. In a way, it was Ian’s advice and not his.

  ‘I don’t know if I can give the same advice in different circumstances.’


  "… still, Bratt is a lot smarter than me, so he will do fine."

  “Judith.”


  “What?”


  “I like……”


  “…?”


  Judith’s face, which had been blank for a moment, then turned into beet red.

  The stone here refers to the voice that she heard, and the lake is her mind; the ripples are her thoughts.?For the spirit of fire, I have interchangeably used flame as well as fire because, at certain times, flame fits the situation more than fire does. I have been doing this for a few chapters but this chapter there were multiple instances, even in the same sentence, so i didn't want you guys getting confused.?