A Gift Rejected

Delphinia bit her lip as she stepped forward, feeling the weight of Evander's gaze settle on her the moment she emerged from behind the curtain. Her pulse quickened, embarrassment prickling her skin. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop—just a brief glance, a moment to ensure nothing escalated into a heated argument. But somehow, she had stayed, listening to every word, watching every subtle shift in expressions. And now, she had been caught.

Before she could compose herself, Evander reached for her, his large hand settling firmly on her waist, pulling her close with a possessive ease. His touch, warm and grounding, sent a rush of something unspoken through her. She barely had time to react before he spoke, his voice low but laced with amusement.

"In case you missed it, Lydia was kind enough to give me a gift." His tone dripped with sarcasm as he extended the envelope toward her.