Once Javier reached his room, the familiar warmth of home greeted him—not just from the room itself, but from the two figures waiting patiently inside.
Liana was already in her pale, elegant pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed with a serene smile. Gloria stood nearby, also dressed for the night, glasses off and long hair tied loosely behind her shoulder.
"Welcome back, young master," Liana said softly, her tone calm and affectionate. She stood up and handed him a neatly folded towel.
Gloria stepped forward with a gentle smile, holding his prepared nightwear. "Everything's ready. Go shower, young master."
Javier looked between the two of them and gave a small, grateful sigh.
"Okay~" he replied, stretching slightly. "Feels good to be home…"
He took the towel from Liana, gave both girls a cheeky smile, and headed toward the bath.
Liana and Gloria exchanged a knowing look.
That night, the room was quiet—calm, gentle, warm.
