'Us'. That small word echoed in Hans's head. It meant that Dori was married officially to Oman, but in practice, she was the wife of the two lords.
She blushed and Alfonso tried to keep his best neutral face. He couldn't stop wondering if Giovietta would do the same. Be shared.
He was not that deranged, but… he couldn't lie and say it was not interesting. Giovietta seemed to love Hans. And he knew she liked him. Was worth the try.
They heard footsteps and soon, Oman appeared. He seemed to be in a better state than the last time Hans went there.
"Hello!" He said in a very good mood and approached Dori, kissing her on the lips. He caressed her cheek and sat on her other side. SHe was in the middle between him and his father.
"Mr. Gallard." Hans said. "I just came by to see how things were doing. Last time I came here Dori, Sorry, Mrs. Gallard, was in a different position."
"Yes. But she is our wife now." Oman said.
