Chapter 91.
A soft creak followed low and intentional before the door slowly swung open.
The first thing Kairen's nose caught was the scent. Dior.
Not sprayed.Not dabbed.
Poured.
Like whoever walked in had emptied a whole bottle onto their soul before stepping inside.
Then he saw the legs.
And the stilettos.
Stepping into view with authority.
Kairen froze.
His jaw dropped — not in admiration, but in that wicked blend of mock irritation and creeping amusement that twitched in his eyes.
It was Nana.
But not the Nana he saw last night.
This was the other version.
The "do too much" version.
The one she warned them about, the one that only came out on special occasions or pure delusion.
Kairen's lips pressed into a tight line, his cheeks puffing slightly as he locked his face into seriousness.
He couldn't laugh now.
He must not laugh now.
He needed to be strong.
His eyes began their inspection.
First — the pose.
