Theo did not blush as she had expected. Instead, his eyes grew colder and colder until the coldness seemed to penetrate her bones.
He walked closer and leaned over her such that she could see his menacing eyes ever so clearly.
"There was once a time when I was more famous than my brother among the women… and it wasn't because of my good looks alone."
His warm breath fanned her face and she prayed to whatever god that was listening that he should kiss her.
But he pulled away and straightened his shirt, much to her grievous disappointment.
"You must be hungry."
Then he turned and left the room.
'…It wasn't because of his good looks alone?'
What was that supposed to mean? What else would have attracted women to him apart from his handsome face and alluring body?
Colour crept up her cheeks at the thoughts that flooded in and she shook her head to clear them away.
Why did she have to be bedridden now of all times?
