After locking her door, Madelyn painted in her room. Her father did not allow painting, so she did it secretly. After about half an hour, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. Madelyn quickly put away her sketchbook and opened the door. When she saw Zach outside, she frowned. "What's up?"

"Time to eat," Zach said.

"Got it. I'll change my clothes and come down."

As she was about to close the door, Zach stopped it with his foot. Madelyn, surprised and slightly annoyed, saw his foot in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

"Can't I come in and sit?" he smirked.

"Are you crazy? It's almost mealtime; what's the point of sitting down?"

Madelyn felt a tightness in her chest as she looked into his deep eyes, feeling completely helpless against him. "Fine, whatever."

She let go, turned around, and went to her wardrobe, taking out a long cashmere skirt she often wore. The house was heated, and she also wore leggings, so she would not be too cold. She went into the bathroom to change, tying