Maria's eyes trembled. "W-What...What do you mean, Young Master?" She said nervously, her back pressed against the door now.
Cassius chuckled under his breath.
"Oh, think about it. A nobleman with a terrible reputation calls you over to his room in secret, in the middle of the night. A man accused of depravity, of unspeakable acts. And what do you do? Without thinking twice, you come here—alone."
He tilted his head, eyes glinting like a cat's.
"Tell me, Lady Maria...What exactly did you expect to happen?"
Her gaze darted past him—there was indeed a large bed behind him, draped in rich silk sheets.
The realization made her heartbeat quicken.
Cassius chuckled again, clearly amused by her expression. "See? Even now, you're realizing it. You walked straight into the wolf's den."
He watched her reaction carefully, expecting her to panic, to turn and flee. But she didn't.
Instead, Maria's trembling eased.
The nervousness in her eyes slowly faded.
Then...she smiled.
