Chapter 139: Do You Like Cucumbers
Naomi couldn’t quite believe what Zylan had said. She couldn’t—she just couldn’t. All she had prayed for was that the Chauffeur hadn’t heard.... She clung to that hope. But before she could dwell on it any longer, the car came to a slow stop.
Zylan stepped out, reaching for her hand. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing hers in his. His grip was firm, warm, grounding—yet it sent an unexpected shiver through her. Without a word, he led her into the hotel.
As usual, the staff bowed, their movements precise and practiced, as if they had already been informed of his arrival. Naomi stole a glance at Zylan. His expression remained unreadable, his sharp features composed, as if such reverence was nothing out of the ordinary.
They bowed again when he entered the elevator.
Inside, Naomi’s gaze landed on a plate resting on a small table against the elevator wall. A silver cover concealed whatever lay beneath, but the sight of it sparked a thought. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides before she turned to him.
"I’d like to prepare a meal. Would you like to join me?" she asked, breaking the silence.
Zylan turned to her, his piercing eyes widening slightly, as if her words had caught him off guard. Before he could respond, she quickly added, "It’s fine if you don’t want to."
She regretted the words immediately. Why did she make it sound like she was expecting rejection?
But Zylan simply shook his head. "Yes, I will. I’d love to join you. Why wouldn’t I want to cook something nice with my sweet little wife?"
His voice carried an amused edge, but there was something else laced within it—something deeper. Naomi felt warmth spread through her chest, and despite herself, she smiled.
Just then, the elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. They walked together toward their suite, and Zylan unlocked the door with his fingerprint.