The once serene room filled with the ambiguous presence of tantalizing enticement transformed into a battlefield where two gazes clashed powerfully. The room temperature plummeted, and Moulin swore that if he didn't intervene, a real fight would break out. However, inwardly, Moulin would rather jump out of the window than take care of these dog-like adults.
Sigh...
But he was a 'generous' and 'caring' person. No one could stop these two other than himself. With a frown, he held back his brother, who was about to charge towards the impassive person languidly sitting on the wide bed. Emlen violently cursed at Hadrian, but the latter only released a spine-chilling aura. Nevertheless, this only aimed to spite Emlen even more.
Not long after, Moulin finally brought Emlen out of the bedroom and not before shooting a glare at Hadrian, hinting him not to interrupt them. With a calm expression, Moulin started to coax his perturbed elder brother.
