Chapter 41: I was supposed to be a prince!

"Auntie Martha, you haven't aged a day," Slyvian said warmly, making the middle aged lady smile deeply. She took two steps back, allowing Slyvian, Deva, and Anna to pass.

"Are these your wives, young masters?" Auntie Martha asked.

"Puchi!" Ethan spat out the water in his mouth, looking at Anna dryly. How could Auntie Martha say she was his wife? Was she fit to be his wife?

"I have no wife...they are Slyvian's," Ethan clarified. Auntie Martha blinked and turned to Slyvian. Both young ladies were the older master's wives. Didn't the older master swear that he would never marry two women or have a concubine? What was the situation now?

Slyvian stared at Ethan with a vicious gleam before walking towards Deva. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace.