Kyle returned to his office, only to be met with a stare from Bruce that was far too knowing for his liking.
"Young master, have you chosen Sasha as your partner?"
Bruce began slowly.
Kyle didn't even look up from the reports in his hand.
"Don't listen to rumors."
Bruce raised a brow.
"It's not a rumor if someone saw you two kissing."
Kyle's hand froze mid-page. He looked up and gave Bruce a sharp glance—one that told him clearly to drop the subject.
Bruce held up his hands in mock surrender and walked away without pressing the matter further.
Lunch was awkward. The air was heavier than usual, and hushed whispers trailed behind Kyle as he entered the mess hall.
A few of the soldiers nudged each other, eyes darting toward him and then quickly away. Their expressions carried curiosity, some envy, and a touch of disbelief.
But it wasn't the others that bothered Kyle—it was the reactions from Melissa and Silvy.
