The feeling of suffocation came without warning.
She was unwilling to delve into the roots of this emotion—was it jealousy?
Was it unease?
Or the fear of being abandoned again?
All she knew was that whenever they appeared side by side, her world would instantly become unbalanced.
Zane also rushed to her side, his eyes filled with guilt.
"Female Master, it's my fault. If you want to hit or punish me, I'll accept it."
He knelt on the ground, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly.
He knew that if he hadn't pulled her in a moment of panic earlier—
perhaps she wouldn't have lost her balance at all.
This self-reproach was like a knife cutting deeply into his soul.
Selene Kane pulled herself up, glanced at the scrape on her knee, and sighed softly.
"It's okay, you didn't mean it."
The wound oozed faint traces of blood that stained the edge of her white skirt.
She gently brushed away the dust, speaking in a soft tone, not wanting Zane to feel even more upset.
