Lilia's breath caught.
How did he… How did he find out? Wait, what?
Zethan chuckled and said, "It's fine if you want to leave for your room, but at least eat more. You need a lot of food, you know."
'Leave for my room? Wait, then why did he say escape? Did he have to use that word? He nearly gave me a heart attack!'
This man was a headache all on his own. She stayed silent, her mind racing. Then, realization dawned—this man had a habit of pausing mid-sentence, observing her reactions before continuing. He was unpredictable, and it was unsettling. There was no way to know if his words were merely casual, or if he intended something deeper, something more dangerous.
She decided to focus on her food. Lilia knew, without even looking, that the sky would be dark by now. She couldn't still believe she'd slept for so long.
Who would've thought?
