The words were sweet honey poured over bitter medicine, heavy with the weight of obligation dressed as opportunity.
Sigrid's expression shifted through several complex emotions, her frown deepening as she processed the manipulation wrapped in maternal concern.
At this point, Noah's figure, which had remained seated with tyrannical calm throughout the entire exchange, finally made a move.
And it was a terrifying one in its casualness.
His hand moved with speed that transcended speed, reaching out to grasp Sigrid's waist with the certainty of someone claiming what was already theirs.
Before anyone could process the motion, before thought could become reaction, he pulled her back and…shockingly, impossibly, with audacity that redefined audacity, and seated her on his lap.
The action was so quick and so unexpected that reality itself seemed to need a moment to catch up!
Duke Gwendolyn's mouth actually fell open!
Origin Ama's white eyes widened fractionally!
