"I'm not interested." Soren interrupted the woman coldly, raising his left hand to show the silver ring on his finger. "And I'm happily married."
The woman paused, her gaze dropping to the ring before drifting over to the wheelchair. Her eyes swept over Ethea, a condescending smirk touching her lips. "Is she your wife?"
Soren noticed the mockery in her gaze, and his expression hardened. "...Please leave while I'm being polite."
The woman chuckled, undeterred by his warning. She took a step closer, shifting her posture to emphasize her voluptuous figure, leaning in so her low-cut dress would draw his eyes straight to her cleavage.
"Come on, handsome~," She whispered, her voice turning into a seductive purr as she extended her manicured hand toward his chest. "Can a girl like that satisfy your needs? A strong man like you needs someone who can actually keep up-"
Soren stepped back before her fingers could make contact, his expression turning icy. "I said get lost."
