The next day, Zelia woke up to find Nathan, unusually, already awake. He was leaning against the headboard, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose as he held a copy of "On the Wealth of Nations." His deep-set eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were slightly lowered, focused intently on the pages.
The sound of the pages turning was steady and rhythmic, exuding an air of restraint. Yet, the slightly open collar of his shirt hinted at a certain sensuality. Remembering what Nathan had done last night, Zelia muttered under her breath, "A wolf in sheep's clothing."
Hearing her stir, Nathan closed the book and gently ruffled her hair. "What bad things are you saying about me, hmm?"
"Hmph." Zelia didn't want to answer him, only letting out a soft snort. But in Nathan's eyes, it wa
