Chapter 231 - 232: Try it and I won’t talk to you for a whole month
"But first, let me transfer some strength to you," Cyrus said gently, his voice low like he didn’t want to disturb the quiet around them.
Isabella blinked at him, eyes wide. Her mouth hung open for a second as she processed what he’d just said.
She so could not believe this man. Of all the things she expected to hear, that wasn’t even on the list.
Here she was, practically dragging her bones together, barely holding herself upright, expressing genuine concern that he might drain himself with too much magic—and what did this sweet, maddening, dangerously kind man suggest?
Giving her more of his strength? Using more of his power on her? She stared at him like he had just offered to chop off his own arm and hand it to her with a smile.
What kind of logic did this man operate on? Did he think she was a fragile egg? A glass petal? A helpless flower in need of watering? Her eye twitched.
"You—" she slapped his arm, not too hard, but with enough sting to make a point. "Try it and I won’t talk to you for a whole month."
Her glare was as sharp as a dagger. It made Cyrus freeze on the spot, his hand still half-raised between them. He stood there looking like a child who’d just been scolded for touching something expensive.
A month. A whole month without hearing her voice? No teasing, no complaints, no sarcastic praises or fiery insults? He might actually go insane. His throat bobbed in a quiet gulp, and he lowered his hand obediently.
"Mmh," he hummed softly, and extended his other hand—peacefully this time. Not to transfer energy. Just to guide her.
"So you won’t hit your head in the dark," he added with a small smile, the corners of his lips twitching with something between admiration and affection.