Ready To Be Mine

Zylan fell silent for a moment, surprised by her words. Of course, she had caught him off guard—but only briefly. Then, with his usual charm, he let a slow grin spread across his face before speaking.

"I'll be very excited to hear your wish," he said, his voice smooth yet laced with something unreadable.

Naomi lowered her gaze, pushing the salad around her plate before serving herself a portion. After a brief hesitation, she passed the bowl toward him. She had only said those words earlier to make him stop talking, but she had forgotten one thing—this was Zylan. He always found a way to turn the tables, always had a trick up his sleeve to keep others on edge.

As soon as Naomi placed some salad on her plate, Zylan took the bowl and served himself as well. Then, instead of eating right away, he waited—watching.