Without turning his head, his eyes flicked toward the mansion's balcony, catching sight of a familiar figure—Evans, standing rigid, his glare burning into them.
Lowering his voice, he leaned towards Adeline, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Don't look, but your uncle Evans is staring at us… menacingly,"
Instinctively, Adeline's head began to turn, her curiosity getting the better of her. Before she could fully shift, Enzo lifted his palm and pressed it against her cheek, smoothly redirecting her gaze forward.
His chuckle vibrated against her shoulder as he teased, "I said don't look, dumbass."
"Right, right."
He took advantage of the moment, leaning in to place a soft kiss against her cheek—then another, this time lingering.
Adeline raised a brow, side-eyeing him. "What are you doing?"
He grinned mischievously, brushing another fleeting kiss against her jaw before answering, "Showing your uncle exactly what he hates to see most."
