The next morning, Arlan and Oriana returned to the palace from Wildridge Manor. Inside the carriage, Oriana sat quietly, her thoughts drifting to the previous ride they had shared. She felt her cheeks heat up and did her best to push the memory aside. After avoiding looking at Arlan for a long while, she finally glanced at him, only to find him staring at her.
"What happened?" she asked, feeling conflicted. 'My heartbeats are normal, my breathing is normal,' she reassured herself.
He raised a brow. "What do you expect to happen?"
"I mean, why are you staring at me?" she asked nervously. 'Is he planning to do it again? Not in the carriage, right?'
"When my beautiful wife is sitting in front of me, where do you expect me to look?" he replied. "Or do you think there should be a meaning or reason behind it?"
"No. I…"