Claude was sure of one thing—he would never get tired of Mio's flustered face.
That morning, just like any other morning in Claude Lockheart's private villa, the two of them were already bickering before breakfast was even served. It was a daily ritual now. A routine filled with playful teasing, sharp glares, and the inevitable accidental physical contact that always left Mio grumbling and Claude grinning.
"Claude Lockheart, can you stop following me around the house half-naked?!" Mio snapped, her cheeks tinged with pink as she tried to keep her eyes above his shoulders.
Claude, of course, had no intention of stopping. "I live here too, Mio. Besides, it's my villa. I think I'm allowed to walk around however I please."
"With an apron?! That's all you're wearing? Seriously?" Mio hissed, gripping the nearest cushion as if it would shield her from the view. Spoiler alert: it didn't.
