Lilia's eyes widened as she stared at Zethan, who was simply smirking. Her mind raced, trying to grasp how something like that could even happen—inside a wardrobe, of all places. How? Was that even possible?
Questions swirled in her head, unanswered, as Zethan spoke.
"Now eat, Loris," he said quietly.
A smirk curled on his lips, as if he knew exactly what he'd done.
Lilia shot him a hard glare, and he only chuckled in response. She turned her attention back to her plate, focusing on cutting another piece of her chicken. They ate in silence, the air between them filled with unspoken thoughts—until Zethan finally spoke.
"Take some fruit juice and fruit. They're really good for your health, sweetheart."
He picked up the glass of fruit juice and poured it gently into a cup.
Why did everything he did feel so soothing?
Even the sound of the juice pouring was oddly comforting—soft, almost melodic.
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