Zane returned to the bedroom with a weight of satisfaction that Ugly Swan must've been feeling terrible by now.
Perhaps she'd be crying her eyes out of jealousy and despair.
That thrill lingered within him.
When he drew closer, he noticed her shorts, legs sprawled across his bed like it was hers. Her sleeping habits were worse.
He sat on his bed, gripping her leg, about to yank it off as if it were dirt, but refrained.
Selina flinched, wincing under his touch.
His eyes dropped to his grip, releasing it, only to notice the slight redness of her aching ankle.
"Trying hard to get rid of your clumsy aura. So terrible," he murmured, recalling how she had staggered on her heels like a village girl, despite trying to stay composed.
The nervous smile. Her radiant eyes, as if fighting to stay happy, like she truly claimed, seemed familiar. Memories he had refused to think about slipped through his thoughts.
He snorted, musing on himself for seeing anything interesting in her.
