Chapter 397

Emmeline rested her hands on his arms where they crossed over her stomach and a blush warmed her cheeks at his uncharacteristic romanticism.

“I thought I wouldn’t hear such sweet words from you after what I said earlier,” she admitted. “I mean the part about you deceiving me with your sweet talk.”

Zavian chuckled. “Maybe I should deprive you of them,” he threatened.

Emmeline frowned at the sunset, suddenly struck by a thought. She turned to face Zavian with her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

“Hey,” she began, waiting until she had his full attention before continuing. “When did you decide to travel with me to France? Before I lost my temper or after?”

“When you told me your brother was sending you to France, I made up my mind to go with you.” Zavian answered with characteristic nonchalance.

Emmeline looked away from him and combed her fingers through her hair in frustration. “Damn, I knew it,” she muttered.

When she met his gaze again, she