Aster saw those eyes wildly inspecting his body, from the strand of his hair up to the point of his shoes. He saw some of their chest undulating, as if they were seeing something very desirable, very tempting. Aster could see those hungry eyes.
It disgusted him.
'Unlike my servant, these eyes… they are nasty, blasphemous.' Aster remembered the eyes of his servant. That pure eyes staring at him with awe and worship, no such thing as disgusting desire flashed in his eyes, not even once. Ramuja was the only one he would allow staring at him indefinitely.
A flash of disgust clearly shown in his face, as his light smile almost disappeared, turned into disdain. Rosalie noticed and immediately nudged his hand.
Aster awkwardly kept his light smile and walked to the nearest table to eat a cake. Those eyes still stared at him until Aster cleared his throat and immediately wakened some of the dazed eyes.
