Long Chen's expression remained neutral, but his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as he looked between the twins and the systematically cleaned room.
Since when did Kailani have a taste for furniture?
His sister, the Princess of the Coral Throne who'd lived for centuries in the ocean depths, had never once in her immortal life expressed an opinion about interior decorating. She barely noticed mortal possessions, had never cared whether she sat on silk or stone. And now, suddenly, she had specific preferences about couch styles?
They were lying to him. Badly.
Something had happened here. Something that required immediate furniture replacement and thorough cleaning. Something they were all working to hide.
Long Chen's lips curved into a slight, knowing smile, but he said nothing. He simply picked up his teacup and took a sip, letting the silence stretch.
