Zelia looked down at the still-wrapped gift box, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I got so many unexpected gifts.”
But Nathan’s attention was drawn to the gift box that had fallen under the car seat, his grip tightening slightly around her hand. His lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile. “Receiving his gift makes you this happy?”
“Of course.” Zelia looked at Nathan, puzzled. Getting gifts was naturally something to be happy about.
His expression darkened slightly as his thumb idly stroked her knuckles, his voice casual yet laced with something deeper. “So, do you like his gifts better, or mine?”
At that moment, Zelia subtly sensed a shift in his mood.
Her intuition suddenly kicked in—if she answered wrong, she had a feeling something dangerous might follow.
Her gaze landed on
