"You smell like another woman."
Elion stopped mid-step, then let out a quiet chuckle as he raised a hand to his head, rubbing his temple as if already resigned.
He didn't confirm it, and he didn't deny it either. He simply smiled in a way that made Aria's eyes narrow just a little more.
He hadn't cared to clean himself up other than changing into training clothes after fucking with Beatrice.
"That so?" he said, his tone relaxed.
Aria crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced, but she didn't press the issue further. Instead, she just watched him closely. There was no anger in her expression, just a possessive, predatory look that she didn't bother hiding.
Honestly, Elion found it amusing.
Having a cute, possessive girlfriend was funny in its own way, especially when she acted so serious about it. The situation became even more ridiculous when he remembered that his other girlfriend was standing right beside her.
