"I never knew Alric would be so jealous. He must love you so much." His words were tinged with amusement, but his eyes gleamed, seeking a reaction.
Nora knew exactly what he was doing. She shook her head, feigning disapproval, yet her lips curled into a smile she couldn't contain. The warmth of the moment stirred memories within her — the laughter, the teasing, the thrill of playful rivalry. His possession!
"Yes," she said softly, her eyes shimmering. "Alric loves me a lot. I am very lucky."
Max chuckled, the sound deep and knowing. But then his expression shifted. His gaze lingered on her, a sudden intensity darkening his eyes.
"No, Nora," he said, his voice lower now, steady. "He's the lucky one. I'm sure there were plenty who would've waited their whole lives for a chance with you."
The sincerity in his tone sent a ripple of unease through her. She opened her mouth to respond, but the moment slipped away. Max flashed a grin, masking whatever had just passed between them.
