As the four maids continued their quiet breakfast, a familiar presence peeked in from the dining room doorway—head tilted, and that annoying yet endearing grin stretched across his face.
"You both already finish breakfast?" Javier asked casually, leaning into the frame as if he weren't the Young Master of the house.
"Ah—not yet, Young Master!" Liana instantly sat up straighter, her hands moving to shovel food a bit too quickly.
"Slow down, Liana."
Javier chuckled and walked in at his own pace, hands in his coat pockets, eyes half-lidded with that relaxed smugness. He stepped beside her seat, leaned down a little, and said,
"Don't rush. It's not like I'm going to starve if you chew slower."
Liana's ears twitched slightly in embarrassment as she looked away, a faint blush creeping onto her face, trying to maintain her composure. Gloria, surprisingly quiet, continued eating at her usual pace—though the way she straightened her posture gave her away.
