Aurora shrugged playfully in response to Suri's words. [I just thought that Sir should use this chance to indulge the chunniboy inside him.]
Evan chuckled and rolled his eyes. "What do you think I am? A protagonist from one of those novels who screams poetic monologues every time they're cornered? No need for theatrics, Aurora. Just deliver the message as it is."
Aurora sighed in mock disappointment. [Sometimes, you're no fun at all.]
"Just send it," Evan said flatly.
The holographic display shifted as Aurora relayed the message—the succinct and unapologetic refusal sent directly to the naval fleet. Evan leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he watched the ripple effects of his decision unfold on the tactical screen.
Moments later, Aurora spoke again, her tone more serious this time. [Message sent. And… I believe the naval fleet has received it. They're likely deciding their next move.]
