Nothing seems to have changed

When Rhys realized that Lyn was no longer around, he decided not to go after her. It seemed like he made the right decision since she returned after a short while.

She calls him a dummy, idiot, doesn't look him in the eye. Lyn joins the servants in the kitchen, insisting that she helps cook. Considering how he sprung that on her, he shouldn't be surprised. But, even so, his lips curve to a smile catching her glance back at him every few seconds. Is she angry, or is she trying to get his attention? He dismissed the rest of the servants and walked over, arms wrapped around her waist. As his lips hurried on the nape of her neck.

"I'm angry."

He chuckles softly against her porcelain skin and murmurs, "My bad. But, you were so insistent on getting that picture."

"I just wanted to add it to my collection"