Selene was already about to sit down on the chair when she paused, hearing Aiden's voice. Glancing up, she offered him a sweet smile.
But Aiden barely looked at her. His gaze glanced at her for the briefest second before returning to look at Arwen. His brows furrowed when he saw Arwen pulling a chair to the far distant corner of the dining table.
"Why are you sitting here?"
His gaze then darted back to look at Selene, noting the presence of an old woman standing a step behind her. She wasn't unfamiliar to him; he recognised her as her nanny at once. But what he didn't like was the expression she was wearing on her face.
The moment Carla was pinned by Aiden's cold eyes; she felt a shiver freeze her spine. Her soul almost betrayed her, leaping to fly off if given a chance. Quickly casting her eyes down, she didn't dare to look up again —scared to her core.
"Aiden, don't look at me like that," Selene spoke quickly after. "I told Arwen to sit here, it was just —"
