Before diving in and helping Diandra, Adam took off his jacket and placed it on a chair. He walked over to his jacket and brought it back to Diandra, who was still cold and drenched.

Diandra looked cold, her lips and face pale. The watery face made Adam tremble. He was a normal man, and seeing Diandra's beautiful face made him want to protect her.

And a feeling arose: a desire to possess her. As humans, it's natural for lust to exist in every human heart. However, Adam's faith immediately prompted him to believe that everything comes from God. Adam handed the towel to Diandra, who was still sitting, and he put it on her back.

"You're soaked, let's go back to the hotel. Aren't your clothes there?"

Diandra's clothes had always been at the hotel during her time at Heaven's Spring. She had been the main advisor at the hotel. The hotel, built with a natural feel, was surrounded by cool, shady trees, though the trees weren't very tall. They were probably only 2 or 3 meters tall and had been hand-picked from the forest, where they had already grown quite tall.

"Don't go yet, Adam. I want to talk to you. It's important!"

Adam held back, even though their clothes were both still wet. However, with the wind blowing and the heat, their clothes were already starting to dry, and the human body temperature was warm, so the wet clothes began to dry on their own.

Adam sat down next to Diandra. It was unclear what Diandra wanted to discuss with him on the edge of the lake, still cold from having just fallen into the water.

"Am I not beautiful?" Diandra asked softly, her gaze blankly staring at the sky that was above the entire universe.

Adam paused for a moment, perhaps knowing where their conversation was headed. "God has created your face so beautifully. Perhaps you are one of God's most beautiful creations in this world."

Despite his words, it was well known that Adam was a poet, and although not well-known in the world of poetry, he often hummed poetry while alone by Lake Kenanga.

"Then... am I not attractive?" The second question came, and Diandra continued to stare at the sky again, taking a deep breath. She probably wanted to see Adam's reaction.

"Diandra, you are even more attractive than all the beautiful butterflies in the world. Even if they were all put together, you would still be the most beautiful. You are like an angel; anyone who sees you will want to possess you and protect you."

Whatever Adam said, he said it as if it came out of nowhere because of Diandra's question. The breeze had returned to them, their clothes had even begun to dry, and they were still sheltering under the large tree.

"Adam..." This time, Diandra's voice broke the silence between them, "Why don't you want to have me? Why don't you want to take care of me all the time? Don't you love me?"

Thud!

Those words made Adam's heart beat faster, like thousands of needles piercing his entire body. It felt like a mega electric shock had electrified him. All the feelings had become one, and all the emotions a human could experience had converged.

However, Adam had already understood that perhaps one day Diandra would say this if she truly loved him. And, Adam hadn't taken any action at all.

As Adam knew, a woman needs a commitment from a man, whether they were serious about loving her, caring for her, or simply hanging on to the relationship. Therefore, Adam knew that Diandra was now asking for clarity on their relationship. Would it continue as love or just as a work colleague?

Hufff!

Adam took a deep breath. "You know, Diandra, what do you think if someone makes a promise and swears an oath and then doesn't keep it? Wouldn't that person be unworthy of life?"

Adam asked Diandra in return, "You're right. Promises are the essence of life itself. Someone who makes a promise must keep it or die."

"You're right," Adam said, looking at the lake again, a gentle breeze blowing against him. "Perhaps, if someone makes a promise but doesn't keep it for a more important reason, or to preserve life, then that's understandable. However, those who break promises without any excuse other than making up their own are the despicable ones."

Diandra still didn't quite understand the point of Adam's explanation. "So... about that oath, did you ever swear something about love or something?" Diandra was curious.

"Every Sunday, every Sunday. I always made a vow, and that's what weighed down my every step," Adam recalled all his memories with Naura. A vow he'd always made, perhaps because he didn't understand the future of their love. However, that vow kept coming because of his immense love for Naura.

Adam swore before Naura and, of course, before the universe, with Kenanga Lake as witness. That he would never marry anyone but Naura in his life.

"I swore that I would never marry anyone but Naura, and I keep repeating that every Sunday."

Adam plucked up the courage to tell Diandra, letting her be the judge of him regarding that vow and promise.

"You're truly a man, Adam. Even though Naura has left you and abandoned your promise of love, you're still concerned about it, and you're still bound by that promise. In fact, Naura doesn't even remember that promise anymore and dumped you. So, why should you keep that promise?" Diandra grew increasingly curious. Was it true that Adam's heart only held Naura's name, even though she was already with another man?

Adam didn't look at Diandra; he continued to stare at the lake water. "You know, Diandra. Promises are like ours with God. People can easily betray them, but I don't want to be like Naura. I must be an example of how promises are upheld. If I betray that promise, I'll be no different from Naura's bad character. There's no difference; the only difference is that I'm too late to betray a promise after her."

Diandra still couldn't understand Adam's thinking. He held onto the promises and oaths he'd kept despite being betrayed, and he clung to them so he wouldn't be compared to Naura, who broke them.

Was that enough? Diandra thought. Would keeping that foolish promise lead Adam to happiness or to misery for the rest of his life?

Adam was like a blade of grass tied together with a woven rope; he could sway but couldn't move freely. Even a strong wind couldn't untie the rope.

Adam was too tired and couldn't move anymore. The promise of his loyalty would destroy him. He would remain entangled in that promise, a promise that could not be betrayed, yet he was hurt.