"Aish!" Luis' exclamation disturbed the harmonious dinner table.
"Is there something wrong with the food, my lord," Olyn concernedly asked from his left.
"No it was nothing, I just thought of something."
They are currently having their dinner under the crescent moon. And while they are at it, they are also discussing the matter, the construction and the contribution of the metal clans.
This is supposedly a means to connect with each other while they are talking about business.
However, his gaze would always stray towards that brute who is a walking testosterone.
How can he focus when he was subconsciously lusting over his own man?