Chapter 49. Nervous Eyes

Her small antic earned Moosa's throaty chuckle as he straightened himself before fixing his finger beneath her chin and began to caress her there. This made her look up at him again.

"Don't look away," he lowly whispered, which was romantic yet intimidating at the same time.

His simple commands often carried a tinge of threat which always kept her at toes.

"Yes," she said in a whisper. There was a reason she hesitated in matching her eyes with him.

It was his readibility skills.

The art of reading people.

And what feared her the most was him reading her inner self, the truth that was hidden beneath layers of her shy personality, the truth that she was hiding. Only if for once did he get an air that there was something suspicious about her, that would be her last day of life.

"Is something stressing you out?" He continued with his previous question.

She shook her head in a no, instatly. She has to act normal otherwise no sooner than before he