Chapter 75

Zavian said nothing at first, his eyes raking over every corner of the room in a slow, assessing sweep before finally returning to Emmeline.

The intensity of his gaze made her feel simultaneously exposed and exhilarated.

She watched as he meticulously examined every nook and cranny of the kitchen before his gaze finally settled on her.

He moved closer, each step echoing off the cold marble floor.

“I wanted to see where you spend most of your time, Emmeline,” Zavian began. “This place... it’s like a testament to your gentle touch. It brings back such intimate memories.”

His eyes bore into hers with an unsettling intensity. In contrast, Emmeline found herself unable to maintain steady eye contact. Her vision blurred and swayed in response to her rising anxiety.

“I remember your touch.” Zavian gaze fixed on Emmeline with a sober intensity that made her feel vulnerable.

Her own eyes couldn’t find a steady focus, darting around nervously under hi