"Can I have... banana milk... and... a medium-rare steak?" Ryley answered in a hesitant voice, rolling his lips inwardly as if a bit shy.
"Get me banana milk and a medium-rare steak." Clyde repeated shortly before hanging up on the call.
Ryley tried to pull his hand away, but the Alpha stubbornly held it and asked with a worried gaze, "What's wrong? Do you need anything?"
"No, it's just..." The blond sighed, then chuckled lightly before he lifted Clyde's big palm and rubbed his cheek on it. "Are you... mad at me...?"
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Meanwhile, in the highest floor of Wyvern Pharma's headquarters, Eldrin was seen calmly pouring tea into the two cups in front of him.
"You said you wanted to talk about the Alpha empire's concerning situation." Blair muttered from across, his sterling grey eyes sharply piercing Eldrin's figure. "If Gloria finds out you pour me a cup of tea while His Majesty is dying, she will have you removed and executed immediately."