(Myra's POV)
"Where is this? Where did you take me to?" I asked Dion while staring at him with a deadpan expression as he held a spoon right in front of me.
"This~ …. This is a private villa," he told me with a smile and then extended his hand as the spoon touched my lips. The warm soup made my dry labium moist instantly. He then murmured, "You don't have to be on your guard around me. I haven't added anything suspicious to it."
When I opened my mouth to give him a reply, he fed me a spoonful of soup and then beamed like a child, asking, "So~ …. How is it? Do you like it? This is the~ …. first time I made something on my own." He sounded nervous, but I wasn't in the mood to chit chat with him or have dinner. I wanted some answers and to get out of this place and back to my family.
I ignored his question, backed away and asked my own, "Why did you bring me here?"
