Elion noticed that she looked like she really wanted to run off. So he tightened his grip on her wrist slightly, hoping that would get his point across.
He could see the reluctance and uncertainty on her face, but after a bit of gentle coaxing, she slowly allowed herself to be guided back until she was sitting on the bed again.
Elion didn't move to sit beside as he probably should have. Instead, he leaned against the wall opposite her sitting position, keeping his distance so he wouldn't scare her off.
He couldn't help the thought that crossed his mind.
'How can someone so much older than me act like a young teenager in a romance novel…?'
Of course, he didn't dare to voice that thought out loud. It was how, even now, she sat there quietly, waiting for him to start the conversation.
Elion let out a deep sigh.
'Seems she is very introverted and socially awkward, to say the least.'
And at this rate, dealing with Isla was going to be a pain in the ass.
