Aryan and Evan arrived at Marco's house. The butler welcomed them politely and led them to the living room, requesting that they wait there.
Before Marco could come down, De Moda—having already learned of Aryan's arrival—entered the room with a polite smile on his face. Seeing him, Aryan stood up from the sofa out of respect. De Moda waved his hand lightly, gesturing that there was no need for such formality.
"I heard you were just discharged from the hospital," he said smoothly. "And yet, here you are. Did you come to see the groom?"
The tone was polite, but the edge in his words wasn't lost on Aryan.
Aryan forced a small smile, trying to maintain composure. Just then, Marco appeared at the top of the stairs, having heard from a servant that Aryan was here. Their eyes locked instantly—but it lasted only a moment. Marco quickly averted his gaze, sensing De Moda's watchful eyes burning into his back.
