Ares, despite knowing better, stretched his hand out for a handshake, though he was fully aware that Zylan wouldn't acknowledge him. But still, he tried. However, much to both his and Naomi's surprise, Zylan had already turned away as he held Naomi's hand. With a quiet but firm gesture, Zylan guided Naomi to the chair, gently pushing it in for her to sit.
Ares froze, his hand still outstretched, as he watched the scene unfold before him. The shock was palpable. Naomi, sensing the discomfort in the air, quickly spoke up, her voice steady but firm. "If you don't mind, my husband would prefer to join our conversation."
Ares blinked, trying to process the words. He shook his head slightly, his lips curving into a strained smile.
