Chapter 98: You want it I’ll Get It
No one needed to tell her that Zylan was dead serious.
Naomi fell silent, her thoughts swirling as his intense expression softened, melting into something unreadable.
She couldn’t tell if he was warning her about something... or warning her about himself. That thought made her chest tighten. She bit her lip, determined not to let her mind spiral.
Overthinking never led anywhere good. She knew better than to let her imagination create problems where none existed—or at least where she hoped none existed.
Her gaze darted around the room in search of a distraction. It landed on a wall-mounted calendar, the neat rows of days staring back at her as if mocking her restless thoughts. Before she could get lost in her musings, the maid returned, carrying a towel and a pair of shoes.
Naomi’s eyes flicked to the shoes in the maid’s hands—a pair of light-green flats, simple yet elegant, perfectly matching her dress. Her lips parted slightly in surprise. Clearly, the maid had understood Zylan’s instructions.
Zylan’s low voice broke through her haze. "Your feet."
Her eyes snapped to him just as he knelt before her.
"What are you—?" Naomi froze, her words catching in her throat as he gently lifted one of her legs.
She watched in stunned silence, her heart thundering as he began cleaning her feet. His touch was slow, deliberate, and almost reverent. Each motion was measured, as though he feared she might shatter beneath his hands. She held her breath, unsure of what to say—or if she should say anything at all.
This was new. Too new.