Chapitre 117: +Chapter 117+

Calling Asher was completely out of the question because he had a feeling that the call wouldn't end cheerfully.

Tired of napping on the bed, he decided to try a change of atmosphere, snagging up pillows and a blanket.

He settled in the second-floor living room, arranging the things he brought on a three-seater couch.

He planned to watch shows until he slept off, and if he couldn't sleep, he would eat lunch and try again.

Before getting cozy on the couch, he decided to go grab himself some water instead of having someone bring it to him.

And he was greeted with a rather peculiar sight at the kitchen entrance.

The male cooking staff were all pitching in to move an industrial-sized popcorn maker into the kitchen.

Caspian's mouth dropped open, "What's going on?"

He had to ask although it was pretty obvious, because despite how obvious it was, he still had a hard time wrapping his head around it.