Zane shifted his attention back to Selina—only to find her cold as ever, eyes sharp and glinting with restrained anger.
"Why are you upset?" he whispered, clutching her shoulder a little tighter, as if afraid she might pull away. He wished he could hold her like this without worrying each day that she might drift from his grasp.
"You should be mindful of your words, Mr Zane. I am not your woman." Her tone was icy, her jaw tight.
Zane stared at her, then cleared his sore throat, rubbing his Adam's apple.
"Seems I've talked too much today," he murmured, shifting his gaze from her deadpan eyes.
Unbeknownst to them, Chairman Lucas watched with narrowed eyes, reading the atmosphere. Something strange lingered between the two—something new.
A thrilling chuckle cut through the air—it was Lucas.
"You look stunning this evening. Just forget about others' comments," he said warmly, surprising everyone. "Come sit beside me, dear."
