Morlan gnashed his teeth, his expression as if he wanted to tear Lathel into a hundred pieces.
Velithra, fearing things were not chaotic enough, stepped closer to Lathel, once again leaning on him as she said: "I lean on him like this, his wife has not spoken, what right do you have to say anything?"
"You..." Morlan was so furious he seemed about to explode, his body trembling. If looks could kill, Lathel would have died countless times under Morlan's gaze.
"Selvia..." Velithra suddenly looked toward Selvia and asked: "If I do this, will you be jealous?"
Lucien, watching this scene, sneered inwardly: 'Huh! Any woman seeing her man being close to another woman would be enraged.'
'Even that bastard Lathel cannot escape Professor Moonsong's embrace.'
'Selvia, at last you see his true face, a liar and...'
"Professor Moonsong, I am not jealous. On the contrary, I feel happy."
"What?!" Hearing Selvia's words, Lucien felt as if he had misheard: "Selvia, you... you're joking, right?"
