Clink, clank.
The only sounds that echoed through the dining hall were the soft clinks and clanks of cutlery as Zethan and Lilia ate in silence. A few chefs lingered momentarily, adjusting plates and ensuring everything was in order before quietly excusing themselves.
Earlier, Zethan had given a subtle hand gesture, signaling for everyone to leave, except for him and Lilia.
Now, they were alone.
Lilia wore baggy jeans and an oversized top, her casual attire mirroring Zethan's, who had also opted for a simple shirt and jeans. It was unusual for him—a man always seen in suits or formal wear—which made it clear: he had no intention of working today.
But why?
She stole a quick glance at him. His silver hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that seemed both effortlessly perfect.
Lilia cut a piece of chicken, bringing it to her lips. She chewed slowly enjoying the piece.
Zethan had stopped eating entirely.
His gaze was locked onto her.
