Breakfast was pretty awkward, for Lillie at least, but for Ethan, it was the best. Though, he could not even eat properly because of the glee he's feeling. Nonetheless, watching his beloved wife eating, he felt full. Plus, the 'treat' last night was already suffice to fill him up.
If Lillie ever read his mind, she would want to beat his pretty face into a pulp!
As for Storm, he wanted to shred this human with his claws. His body was tense and the glare he send towards Ethan was deadly as he stood beside his Mistress' seat. If looks could kill, Ethan would be six feet underground.
Lillie cleared her throat as she tried to bottle up the strange emotions. Regardless, the pink dust on her cheeks stubbornly cleaved. "How are the things back at Hong Long?" She questioned.
"Nothing much. Just signing and reading papers here and there, receiving calls every minute, and the usual boring meetings." He honestly replied. "Why?" He added.
