Gloria let out another soft chuckle, her eyes drifting toward Javier, who was now kissing Gracelle. She nudged Liana with her elbow.
"Ara ara~ Look at that, Liana. Our Young Master is moving on to his next target. One kiss isn't enough for him. He wants more. And he's already reaching for his trunks~"
Liana glanced toward Javier. Her eyes narrowed instantly.
Javier had both hands on his trunks, his fingers hooked on the waistband, ready to pull them down. Gracelle was lying beneath him on the cushion, her cheeks flushed, her breath quick and shallow, her eyes half-lidded with anticipation.
Liana vanished from where she stood.
She reappeared beside them in an instant, her spatula raised. She brought it down on Javier's arm with a sharp smack.
"Ow!" Javier winced, jerking his hand away from his trunks. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at Liana, who stood over him with one hand still raised, the other resting on her hip.
