Ryan could see that the outline of Olivia's features hadn't changed, yet her whole aura was different. She looked younger, fresher, as if time had been gently rewound.
Mary raised an eyebrow proudly. "What do you think? Not bad, right?"
Ryan nodded without hesitation. "Very good. Wife, if you have time, make more of these. This potion will be extremely useful in the future."
Olivia, feeling a little embarrassed under their gaze, lowered her head. "I'll go back to my room, Master. You two can talk."
Seeing that Olivia had left, Cleo wisely followed suit and slipped away as well.
She was afraid her master might bring up the matter of the wedding room again.
Once they were alone, Mary sat down and looked at Ryan sideways. "Hubby, is there something you haven't told me?"
Ryan paused for a second, then suddenly understood. His wife must have seen the wedding room.
He walked over, pulled her into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.
