Chapter 163

A low growl was her only reply, though the heated look in Zavian’s eyes spoke volumes. Yes, this morning had most definitely started off on the right foot.

As they ran in comfortable silence, Emmeline sneaked sidelong glances at her companion, admiring the easy athleticism of his movements. “I have to admit, it’s rather impressive to find a man your age who still prioritizes physical fitness,” she remarked between measured breaths. “Not many forty-somethings bother keeping up with such a rigorous routine. You must hit the gym religiously.”

Zavian arched a brow. ‘Oh, if you knew how old I truly am,’ he mused inwardly with his expression a study in arrogant male confidence. “Let’s just say I’m blessed with excellent genes, baby,” he rumbled, not even sounding winded. “This physique requires minimal maintenance on my part.”

Emmeline barked out a shocked laugh, shaking her head in mock dismay. “Please don’t start with this genetic gift shit. Richard never stops crowing