Chapter 184

Murat’s gaze didn’t waver. His eyes locked onto hers, searching, questioning.

But he said nothing.

“Alright,” he finally murmured, walking away.

Ayleen exhaled, tension leaving her body.

“Since when were we discussing dress designs?” Zohreh whispered, confused.

Ayleen smiled tightly. “Since now.”

When Ayleen finally climbed up to her room, she let out a sigh of relief, expecting Murat to be fast asleep. But to her dismay, the soft glow of the television illuminated the room, and he was still awake, lying on his side, watching something absently.

He turned his head as soon as she stepped inside, his lips curling into a small smile.

“You are late,” he remarked.

Ayleen’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh… I was just discussing Zohreh’s dress designs with her.”

Murat raised an eyebrow. “For the entire three hours?”

She forced a smile, walking towards the closet. “You know how girls are when they talk about wedding stuff.”