Before she could make a move to leave the room, she felt an unseen force envelop her, pulling her back until she found herself seated on his thigh.
The suddenness of it left her momentarily bewildered, struggling to comprehend the situation.
Her heart was about to stop when she finally talked again .
"I-I... d-don't want this kind of claim," Eva stuttered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
Xylon's expression remained unreadable. He couldn't discern the meaning behind her statement.
Xylon's tone dripped with sarcasm as he echoed her words. "Oh, you don't want this type of claim?"
His voice was laced with bitter amusement. "And pray tell, Eva, what type of claim would you prefer?"
The words lingered in the tense silence between them, a challenge veiled behind his facade of indifference, daring her to articulate more.
Eva's gaze shifted, avoiding the intensity of his stare. "Could you please move away so I can sit?"
