Naomi froze.
What? This was unexpected.
Suspicion crept into her mind. After all, she was married to him now, right? She had every right to speak her mind, didn't she? She wasn't trapped—not anymore. With a deep breath, she gathered her courage, her voice calm yet carrying an undertone of something heavier.
"Why are you doing all this?" she asked, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "This isn't normal. We… we barely know each other."
She could feel the words linger in the air between them, an unspoken question. The confusion, the hesitation, and the unease—everything she'd been feeling since this whirlwind arrangement began—was captured in that simple question. Her eyes searched his face, but he remained unreadable.
Zylan chuckled, his voice low but smooth, with an intensity that felt almost too focused on her. "Such a smart one," he said, his eyes glinting with something she couldn't quite decipher.
