Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 552

Selene’s hand holding the phone suddenly felt weak. She took a deep breath, telling herself not to fall into his trap so easily.

“By the time you get here, I might not need it anymore.”

Adrian’s message popped up instantly.

“I’m downstairs.”

Selene’s hand twitched, and she instinctively glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window. Of course, from her vantage point, she couldn’t see him on the street below.

“What are you doing here?” she typed, her mind already jumping to conclusions. *A late-night booty call?* Men who were too forward often seemed cheap, and a man without a challenge held little appeal.

Adrian sent a photo of a lunchbox in his hand. “Brought you a midnight snack. I’ve already asked the front desk to send it up.”

*What? That’s it? He’s just going to leave?*

The thought landed in her mind like a stone in a calm lake, sending ripples spreading through her. The discrepancy between her expectation and the reality of him just dropping off food and leaving… it stirred something in her. It was a masterful move, hooking her interest just so.

Before she knew it, her thumb had pressed the call button. The screen showed the call connecting, and Selene lifted the phone to her ear.

Selene looked up to see Adrian placing the insulated bag on her desk. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the tabletop. His deep-set eyes, bright as obsidian, seemed to radiate a gentle, warming light. The cool office lights shone down on him, but the warmth emanating from him seemed to chase away the chill in the room.

Stunned, Selene stared at the man standing so close to her. A feeling of… not loss, but a sudden, unexpected gain, made her chest feel tight and hot.

“I thought you…”

He smiled. “The front desk staff didn’t dare disturb you while you were working, so I had to deliver it personally. Are you hungry? Eat first, and we can discuss my reward later.”

His words were laced with suggestion, making it impossible for her not to let her imagination run wild.