Zoe Pierce scraped her lower teeth against her upper lip, momentarily at a loss for words.
A bold idea began to form in her mind, and she could no longer deceive herself into thinking it was just a misunderstanding. Chase Shaw's unusual behavior just now seemed to deepen her suspicions.
"Zoe Pierce, we're teammates. It's only right that we take care of you." Chase Shaw suddenly laughed, abruptly cutting off Zoe Pierce's bold speculation.
"Ah—" she began, caught off guard, then nodded.
Chase looked down. "So it's completely normal for us to be good to you. Whether it's Miles Sherman or Nathan Lockwood, you should just accept it."
'Since she doesn't have any ideas in that direction right now, it's better if she stays oblivious.'
"You have a safety net now; you don't have to be so tense all the time." Chase Shaw placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her slightly toward him. "You're still an Omega. It's only right for us to be good to you."
