Chapter 132: Too Cold
Mira stiffened, surprise etched on her face. She was taken aback by his words, the sudden shift in his demeanor, and the way he hadn’t even spared her a glance. Was this what rejection felt like? The thought stung more than she cared to admit. Just moments ago, his energy had been almost magnetic. What had changed so suddenly?
Her lips parted, but no words came. There was an unfamiliar tension in the room, one she couldn’t shake off. Silently, Mira walked over to him, her steps tentative but steady. She stopped beside him, watching as he sat rigidly, his focus deliberately locked on his work. Her hesitation grew. What was she even supposed to say?
She leaned in slightly, her voice soft and deliberately coaxing. "Mr. CEO, please come eat," she said, her tone shifting to something playful and babyish.
Zamian froze. His grip on the documents in front of him tightened for a moment before he relaxed, as if forcing himself to remain composed. He wanted to look at her so badly—to meet her gaze, to give in to the warmth she always seemed to radiate. But instead, he fought the urge.
"I’m busy right now," he muttered without sparing her a glance.
Mira’s smile faltered, though she quickly masked it. The tension in the air was unmistakable now. She replayed her earlier words in her mind, realizing they must have struck a chord. No wonder he was acting this way.
Still, she wasn’t one to give up easily. Her smile returned, though it held a touch of mischief this time. "Fine," she said with a shrug, turning away. "Then I won’t eat either."
She began to walk off, each step slow and deliberate. But before she could take more than a few steps, she felt a hand grasp her wrist. The pull was gentle yet firm, and within moments, she found herself sitting on his lap.
"Of course you will," Zamian said, his deep voice sending a shiver through her.
Mira turned her head to look at him, her smile growing wider. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I will eat, Mr. CEO. Eat with me." Her voice softened, taking on the same babyish tone as before.
Her hand trailed slowly up his chest, her touch light yet intentional, until it rested at the base of his neck. Zamian’s pupils dilated slightly in surprise at her boldness. He let out a frustrated groan, tilting his head back for a moment as if trying to regain control.