Do You Like Cucumbers

Naomi couldn't quite believe what Zylan had said. She couldn't—she just couldn't. All she had prayed for was that the Chauffeur hadn't heard…. She clung to that hope. But before she could dwell on it any longer, the car came to a slow stop.

Zylan stepped out, reaching for her hand. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing hers in his. His grip was firm, warm, grounding—yet it sent an unexpected shiver through her. Without a word, he led her into the hotel.

As usual, the staff bowed, their movements precise and practiced, as if they had already been informed of his arrival. Naomi stole a glance at Zylan. His expression remained unreadable, his sharp features composed, as if such reverence was nothing out of the ordinary.

They bowed again when he entered the elevator.