"No woman can survive long with a mysterious man, especially one who can't satisfy her expectations. You have no wealth or prestigious identity to provide a stable future," she purred in her usual grim, convincing tone. "Don't risk your efforts trying to get along with her. In the end, she'll leave you for a man who provides these things."
With a raised brow, Zane nodded indifferently. If anything, he could see through Leah's fear — and it hadn't changed over the years.
"Relax. I'm not getting attached to her," he said, fascinated by how tense Leah appeared.
Then, to see her flinch, he added with a slight, wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "But if I did… would that bother you before it bothered me?"
Leah's brows narrowed in displeasure.
"…"
Words crumbled in her throat. Was that a question or a mere taunt? She still couldn't decipher it — knowing that might be impossible.
Zane dipped his head, adjusting his glasses before straightening again.
