Zane noticed her upset expression. "Don't you know how to trim plants?"
"Not this kind. I'm more used to serving, cooking, sketching, and sewing," she replied, a hint of pride in her voice.
'That sounds intriguing,' he thought.
Zane's lips couldn't help but curled into a mischievous smirk again. "I can't stand the scent of my enemy clinging to me," he murmured, his voice low. "It drives me insane… makes me thirst for revenge. Though sometimes I wonder—would keeping you as a pet be so terrible?" His smirk deepened, provocative and attractive all at once, causing Selina's pulse to race with mixed emotions.
"I'm no one's pet," she snapped.
"Then let's play a game. If you mess up the trimming and ruin the beauty of my compound, you'll be my pet until its beauty is restored."
Selina frowned. "Why would you do that? I'm not playing this dirty game with you." She retorted, uncertain of what he was plotting in that devilish mind of his.
