Beep—
The phone was hung up immediately. Seeing this, Gwen couldn't help but tilt her head slightly:
"Was someone calling you?"
"Just a spam call, it's nothing."
Peter muddled through this part without a single trace of acting performance, an incomparably natural smile subsequently surfacing on his face. He felt his current state of mind was as steady as an old dog, and he even felt a bit like laughing.
Although the situation was a little tricky, it was still far better than last time. The incident with Gwen and Felicia last time had already set an example for him.
With that experience as a foundation, his ability to handle this kind of matter was no longer completely at zero.
Furthermore, he had already given them a preventive injection beforehand; if they hadn't been delayed by the business with Solus, the three ladies might have met long ago.
Besides, with Felicia's "prior offense" already established, Gwen's level of acceptance toward this kind of thing had definitely been raised by more than just a single notch.
Therefore... today, he would settle this matter once and for all!
Having made up his mind, Peter didn't show a single shred of hesitation in his actions. He directly ignored Sif—who was standing at the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, a face full of an "I am very displeased" expression—and bypassed her completely, walking straight toward Gwen and Felicia.
"You're here."
He picked up the hands of both ladies incomparably naturally, one in each of his own. A smile like a spring breeze was displayed over his face, his tone full of intimacy and concern:
"Recently, I've been busy with parallel universes and the matter of Uncle George running for the election, so I didn't have much time to accompany you guys. It's truly a sin."
"Since you're here, why not just stay for dinner tonight? It just so happens that I haven't shown off my culinary skills in a long time. I'll show you a hand today; just say whatever you want to eat, and I guarantee I'll satisfy all of you in one go."
A succession of warm inquiries caused the corners of the two ladies' mouths to be harder to press down than an AK.
Gwen and Felicia exchanged a glance, both catching a trace of unconcealable amusement and satisfaction within the other's eyes.
They actually wanted precisely this attitude! They weren't afraid of other women appearing around Peter; they were only afraid that Peter's attention would be hooked away by some vixen, no longer placing them in his heart.
Correspondingly, as long as the two of them were forever the top two in line, then having a few more younger sisters behind them... didn't seem entirely unacceptable?
After all, if Gwen truly were the kind of little jealous jar who couldn't tolerate a single grain of sand in her eyes, then from the exact moment Felicia appeared, her story with Peter should have reached its grand finale.
On the other side, standing at the doorway and treated as completely transparent air, Sif's countenance could no longer be described as merely unsightly
. Who was she? The dignified Valkyrie of Asgard! The most dazzling pearl of the Palace! In Asgard, which man didn't treat her with the utmost attentiveness and try every possible means to please her upon seeing her?
Yet upon reaching Midgard, before this man, she was actually ignored directly?
She couldn't swallow this insult!
"Hey!" Sif finally couldn't endure it anymore. She stamped her foot heavily, emitting a dull thud, her tone full of rage from being offended. "Peter! Did you not see me?!"
Hearing this, Peter didn't display a single shred of worry or fear over his face, merely opening his mouth to speak flippantly:
"I saw you."
"Then why don't you... why don't you treat me the same way you treat them?!"
"Oh, that." Peter's expression at this moment could practically be dubbed a textbook example of a scumbag. "You understand, matters have priorities.
If you aren't satisfied, you are entirely welcome to leave right now." His tone remained flat, yet it faintly carried a strand of overbearingness that brooked no argument. "If there is any business, we can chat about it later."
"I..."
Aggrieved. Sif felt simply too aggrieved in her heart. Even tears were faintly beginning to swirl within her eye sockets.
But it just so happened that she truly fell for this approach; the women of Asgard had always preferred the tough approach over the soft one.
If Peter truly used all sorts of sweet words and warm inquiries on her, she might instead despise Peter in her heart, pushing her luck even further.
But with Peter pulling out this overbearing posture that brooked no argument at this moment, it instead caused her to recall that heroic fearlessness of Peter's when battling Solus previously.
Simultaneously, it increasingly reinforced the sense of conviction within Sif's heart that 'this man is unique in the world, and she must capture him.'
Consequently, even though she was so angry she was directly stamping her feet, her mouth still stubbornly argued:
"On what grounds should I leave? I'm staying right here. I want to see what else you can say to them! I want to see on what grounds they can possibly compare to me!"
Yep, that appearance was entirely that of a golden-haired defeated underdog...
Meanwhile, seeing this state of affairs, Felicia couldn't help but find it secretly amusing. She couldn't resist quietly leaning into Peter's ear, using a voice that only the two of them could hear to tease him softly:
"Not bad, you. You're getting increasingly skilled at this now." "A PUA master, is it? Just like that, you've got that little princess of Asgard pinned down completely?"
Hearing this, the corners of Peter's mouth hooked up micro-perceptibly. Over his face, however, was an appearance of not knowing what she was talking about, merely shrugging his shoulders lightly toward Sif:
"Suit yourself."
Seeing this appearance of his, Felicia's eyes rolled. She couldn't resist turning her head to shoot a provocative glance at Sif, subsequently hooking her arm around Peter's, pressing her body completely flat against him.
This action, overflowing with tea-flavored spite, caused Sif's anger to soar to the heavens, wishing she could charge up right now and give Felicia a sword strike.
"Alright, you stop teasing her." Gwen looked at Sif, who looked like she was about to cry, and ultimately felt a bit unable to bear it in her heart. She shot a glare at Felicia, subsequently looking at Sif as she opened her mouth to speak:
"Lady Sif, correct?" "I've heard Peter mention your exploits. You are a very heroic female warrior, and Felicia and I would be glad to become friends with you." "So, do you want to stay for dinner together? I guarantee Peter's culinary skills will definitely leave you marveled!"
Gwen had already actively extended goodwill, even subtly expressing that as long as Sif was willing to behave obediently and not come looking for trouble with them, she was willing to tacitly approve of the relationship between Peter and Sif. This was already the maximum concession she could make.
Had it been replaced by any woman with even a fraction of a brain, she should have taken the offered step down at a time like this. But what Gwen absolutely never expected was that Sif wasn't an ordinary person. This Valkyrie of Asgard specialized in having a bizarre thought process.
Hearing Gwen's words, far from showing appreciation, Sif was instead like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur instantly standing on end. She suddenly straightened her back, that haughty and stubborn expression returning over her face:
"The gods of Asgard do not require sympathy or pity!" She raised her chin like a proud peacock, looking at Gwen and Felicia with a scrutinizing gaze.
"In Asgard, only the strong possess the qualifications to stand by the side of the strong!" "Want to become friends with me? Want to share Peter with me?" Speaking up to here, she let out a cold laugh, her right hand suddenly summoning.
Buzz— A light ring.
A longsword of ancient and magnificent design and a delicate small circular shield appeared out of thin air within her hands. She pointed the tip of the sword toward Gwen and Felicia, the combat intent within her eyes burning furiously.
"Then let strength do the talking!"
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