Chapter 141: Ready To Be Mine
Zylan fell silent for a moment, surprised by her words. Of course, she had caught him off guard—but only briefly. Then, with his usual charm, he let a slow grin spread across his face before speaking.
"I’ll be very excited to hear your wish," he said, his voice smooth yet laced with something unreadable.
Naomi lowered her gaze, pushing the salad around her plate before serving herself a portion. After a brief hesitation, she passed the bowl toward him. She had only said those words earlier to make him stop talking, but she had forgotten one thing—this was Zylan. He always found a way to turn the tables, always had a trick up his sleeve to keep others on edge.
As soon as Naomi placed some salad on her plate, Zylan took the bowl and served himself as well. Then, instead of eating right away, he waited—watching.
His dark eyes held a glint of amusement, but there was something else in them, something deeper. He had a way of observing people, of making them feel as though he could see beyond their words, beyond their very thoughts.
Naomi noticed his lingering gaze and finally picked up her spoon.
Zylan leaned in, his voice smooth and teasing. "How is it?"
Naomi met his gaze and repeated, "It’s good. We did well."
Zylan’s smile widened as he puffed up his shoulders slightly, an expression of exaggerated pride crossing his face. Naomi shook her head, giggling. The way he acted, one would think he had prepared the entire meal by himself.
If someone hadn’t known better, they might have assumed he had done all the work—not both of them together.
Truthfully, he had only done the cutting and followed most of her instructions, yet he carried himself as if he were the head chef. Naomi couldn’t help but laugh again at his antics.