His gaze stayed glued onto her frame. Not out of admiration, rather he was trying to be patient about his next action.
Beatrice was ignorant about the man's intent. However, she could feel his gaze on her frame and she liked the attention. She basked in it.
The man she craved the most was watching her. Hence she continued acting more coquettish. Those around knew what was happening but no one called her out for it.
It was simply none of their business. The woman could only swallow the bitter feeling of jealousy bubbling inside them. As for the men, they craved what Zander had but none was brave enough to take it.
Beatrice was like a ready-made snack presented to hungry men. Zander could hardly tell the difference between the woman before him and his mother.
That which gave him up for her greed and comfort. He was almost certain that Beatrice loved him for what he could give.
