And if that isn’t enough to torture me, she leans closer, bringing her face in front of mine. “Are you mad at me? Why aren’t you looking at me?”
I kiss her pouty lips. “If I were in your place, I’d be more concerned about myself. Run out of here before I finish my meal.”
She pulls her face away and resumes watching me from the side while I continue eating.
I smirk as I near the last bite. “If you stay standing there like this, I’ll assume it’s a clear declaration—you’re offering your pussy to my dick.”
That does the trick. She coughs, cheeks flushed red. “Alright. See you in the evening,” she mutters, eyes lowered.
I watch her as I take the final bite. Her gaze flicks to the casserole and then back to me. She shifts closer, rises on her tiptoes, kisses my cheek, and bolts away.
Iselyn
“Where did Nana go?” I ask Mom with a frown as I step inside the house. She’s sitting in the living room, Papa nowhere in sight since morning. He must be in the security area near the entry gate.
A few minutes ago, when I came out of my lab beside Nana’s cottage, I found her door locked from the outside. Usually, she and Mom sit together for tea in the evening, but instead, Mom is here alone.
“She left with Evelyn,” Mom says. “Damir said we might leave for the palace either tonight or tomorrow morning.”
“Why?” I ask.
“I don’t know. There must be some problem.” She frowns slightly. “He didn’t tell me the exact issue, but from his face, it seems serious.”
I sit beside her on the couch.
She raises a brow. “Forget the problem. Tell me, why aren’t you spending time with Matleon? It’s already five thirty.”
I chuckle. “Why are you so desperate for me to spend time with him?”
She smiles. “I like seeing both of your happy faces when you come back for dinner from your treehouse.”
My face heats instantly. If only she knew the real reason behind that happiness.
“Matleon is busy,” I say.
“Oh, here he comes,” Mom says brightly, looking toward the door.
I turn my head just as he walks inside. Speaking of Satan, and there he is. Wearing that charming smile of his.
“Good evening, Mother-in-law,” he greets her, the perfect son-in-law any woman could dream of.
Judging by the wide grin on my mom’s face, she’s already lost in that delusional, happy world.
Then he turns to me and extends his hand. “Would you go on a walk with me?”
I place my hand in his palm, he curls his fingers around it instantly. I get up, and we walk outside the house together. He intertwines our fingers, then looks down at our joined hands and smiles.
I chuckle. He looks at me, tugging me closer to his side. He’s clearly taking advantage of Marco’s absence. Because Matleon wouldn’t be Matleon if he didn’t exploit the situation. That thought leads me straight back to my conversation with my mother yesterday.
“Matleon,” I say, stopping mid-step. “Tell me honestly, have you manipulated my mother?”
His face immediately settles into an innocent expression. “Why do you always assume the worst about me?”
I stop him completely and step in front of him, narrowing my eyes. “She was getting overly emotional yesterday about you feeling too much guilt.”
His expression turns serious. “Because I do feel too much guilt, Angel.”
My face softens.
