He felt as though every drop of blood in his body had rushed straight to his face in that instant, burning so fiercely his head began to spin and his vision darkened at the edges.
"W-Watch over Terry…?"
He repeated the words in a low voice, sounding utterly shattered.
So this wasn't the kind of "sleeping together" he had imagined? They were literally just staying with Terry? Then what exactly was the point of all his careful preparation? And what about the confident way he had just carried his little female master toward the bed?
What was that supposed to be now?
Vangar suddenly felt like he had died a little inside.
Seeing the devastating social humiliation written all over Vangar's face, Xarion nearly burst out laughing, only for Yuel to immediately cover his mouth.
Yuel quietly shook his head at him.
Vangar was not Vincent. Laughing at him now was a terrible idea.
