Chapter 278

• Third Person's POV
• In the plush confines of the estate, the spinning top had lost its charm. Magnus carefully lifted Aysel from his lap, settling her onto the sofa. He watched as she shifted to face him, her hair spilling over his legs, and then he began to tenderly kiss her face.
• Aysel had cried earlier, but that moment had passed. Now, she only giggled at his teasing touches, her laughter high-pitched, and a playful glint in her eyes.