"...Young master?" Liana's voice broke the heavy air, soft yet tinged with concern as she noticed Javier just staring at the piece of meat on his plate, untouched.
She leaned forward slightly, her brows knitting together. "Is something bothering you?"
Javier blinked, forcing a smile as he shook his head. "Ah, nothing, Liana… don't worry about it."
But Gloria, who had been quietly watching from his side, tilted her head. "Are you sure, young master? You're not feeling unwell?"
Before he could answer, both Liana and Gloria set down their plates and wrapped their arms around him from each side. Their warmth pressed in close, soft and steady.
Javier's lips curved into a grin, though inside his head his thoughts were far less composed.
Wooo~ my two future wives, with huge boobs, comforting me! Ehehehe… I could get used to this every day.
"Young master…" Liana's voice was gentle, "you're tired, aren't you?"
