Nina POV.
It wasn't Cyrus who knocked on the room's door, but Cyrus' mother, Amara.
I immediately left the table and walked towards Amara.
I saw that she was still holding a massive tray with some light snacks.
"Amara, let me help you," I said as I walked away.
But when I was just about to take the tray from Amara's hand, she, who was holding the tray with both hands, transferred it directly into her right hand and winked mischievously at me.
" Sweetie , you are just responsible for eating; you don't need to do these things."
She flashed me an enthusiastic smile while she held me with left hand.
I subconsciously responded with a smile and obediently followed her to the low sofa next to the coffee table.
Amara placed the tray on the coffee table and said, "Sweetie, try these cute
