Chapter 8: Enough!!
Draven pondered for a moment before standing up from his seat.
He did not give a response to Old Master Lenort but simply stepped out and walked over to Avelina, who immediately lifted her head to look at him.
’He is not about to do it, is he?’ she thought.
Draven reached out his gloved hand, gently grabbing a hold of her chin and slightly pitching her head up.
He leaned down, his face just an inch away from hers.
She could feel his hot breath fanning her facial skin.
His reddish lips were so close to hers, that all it took was for him to move an inch closer and they would touch.
She abruptly batted her eyes as she gazed at his lips, able to hear her racing heartbeat in her ears.
Draven stared into her hazel eyes. He tenderly pressed his lips against hers, kissing her lightly.
One could tell that it was not at all a genuine kiss. It had no passion or emotion behind it.
Old Master Lenort, who had not expected him to take the action, whether it was genuine or not, vehemently narrowed his eyes before clearing his throat.