The atmosphere shifted abruptly between the two—all because of the man's change in tone and his widened eyes.
"Oh goodness! Golden Finger! It really is you!"
Gaya scowled at the man.
"I warned you never to call me that again."
The man had already reached her, closing the distance so swiftly that even the air between them seemed unaware. Gaya didn't flinch. She remained utterly indifferent, as if she were accustomed to his supernatural speed.
The man tugged her cheek like an uncle reuniting with his little niece.
"Oh… your skin has grown even more…"
He tilted his head and studied her with intense focus, as if examining a fascinating specimen.
Only when Gaya slapped his hand away did he retreat, clearing his throat sheepishly.
Gaya frowned slightly, watching him. She used to radiate maternal warmth whenever she was with Lucien—now she felt like a kindergartener with this man. That was simply because of who he was.
