Chapter 62: CHOO
Zethan suddenly froze, his grin widening in shock before he spoke.
"Oh, Loris, you have no idea what you're saying or what you're getting yourself into."
His voice was low, almost teasing, yet there was something deeper behind it—something unreadable.
His eyes drifted downward, stopping at her lap, where her delicate fingers had intertwined with his. She was touching him. Not just touching him—holding him.
Had she truly not realized what she was doing?
His Loris... so utterly unaware.
His hand, strong and firm, rested against her lap, and yet she had made no move to remove it—no hesitation, no sign of discomfort. She had placed it there. Innocently, yes, but still...
A slow, amused smirk pulled at Zethan's lips.
This wife of his truly had no idea.
He could see it in her eyes—the oblivious trust, the lack of understanding. Did she not understand what this meant? Did she not feel the weight of her actions?
Zethan said nothing, only watching her, his expression unreadable.