Ophelia turned her head to look at the serious expression on Tyler's face. Her soft fingers lightly tapped his furrowed brow.
"Of course you can," she said with a smile. "You are my mate, so it's perfectly normal for you to get jealous. If you didn't, it would prove that you don't love me, and I'd be angry."
Tyler caught Ophelia's hand, his gaze filled with deep affection. "How could I not love the Princess? I wish you had eyes for no one else but me."
Seeing Tyler express his feelings so bluntly brought Ophelia a great sense of comfort. After so much of her guidance, he was finally able to voice his desires instead of silently swallowing his grievances.
"I won't tease you anymore. I'll tell you," Ophelia said, gently pinching Tyler's straight nose. "Moye came because he wants me to continue cooking for Zerev. He even raised the payment to two Green Crystal Stones."
Tyler's Adam's apple bobbed, his expression turning slightly nervous. "Did the Princess agree?"
