Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

Next day...

The soft morning light spilled across the hotel room, highlighting the plates of warm breakfast scattered on the small table between Brandon and Naevora.

The smell of freshly baked bread, eggs, and coffee lingered in the air.

Brandon was leisurely slicing a croissant while Naevora calmly chewed on her food, her muscular arms resting casually on the table.

Eating her food, Naevora spoke "So she left early this morning, hmm..."

Brandon swallowed a bite of his toast and nodded "Are you scared of her or something, you left yesterday evening...."

Hearing this, Naevora smiled dryly "Well, you could say that... and I am not ashamed to admit it, she is a scary woman."

Brandon chuckled and pointed his fork at her "Hehe, scaredy cat..."

She narrowed her eyes and, without warning, raised her large hand and bonked him lightly on the head "Shut up, brat."

"Ouch..." Brandon winced and rubbed the top of his head "You damn musclehead..."

At this time, the door opened and Yverine entered, wearing her casual clothes.

Brandon raised his gaze and smiled "Oh, Sister Yve... morning."

Yverine's lips curved into a faint, serene smile. "Morning…" she replied softly.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and walked straight toward the couch where Brandon was seated.

Without a word, she lowered herself onto the couch beside him.

Looking at her, he asked "Did you have breakfast. Sister Yve?"

Instead of answering verbally, Yverine glanced at the half-eaten piece of bread in his hand, then leaned closer and took a bite straight from it, her soft lips brushing his fingers for a brief moment.

Brandon smiled wryly "Why are you stealing from my hand..."

Yverine swallowed the bite and finally spoke in her soft tone "It tastes better this way."

She then reached for Brandon's phone, which was resting on the table, and calmly tapped the screen a few times before turning it toward him.

Hm? Looking at the screen, he frowned "You ordered two movie tickets?"

She nodded her head and replied "Hm. We can go watch later. There's a premiere I thought you might like..."

Naevora looked at them as she continued eating her food 'They have gotten quite close after the incident... wait-'

"Only two tickets? What about me?"

Yverine turned her calm gaze toward Naevora and blinked slowly "I didn't know you were interested in movies, Master…"

Hearing this, Naevora's lips twitched "Why not? I am also a normal human being... I also like to watch movies."

Yverine met her Master's eyes and replied "I assumed you'd rather do something more… active. Movies are quiet. You might get bored."

Naevora blinked, then scoffed "What, do you think I can't sit still for two hours? I can watch a damn movie."

Eating his food, Brandon chuckled "I don't think you have such patience, Naevora."

She raised her hand and again bonked his head.

"Ow- Can you stop hitting me..."

Meanwhile, Yverine, utterly ignoring their little quarrel, leaned in.

Without asking, she took another big bite from the bread Brandon was holding.

This time, almost half of it disappeared between her soft lips.

Brandon froze mid-chew, staring at the now almost-empty bread in his hand "…Seriously?"

Yverine met his gaze with a perfectly straight face "What? You weren't eating it fast enough."

He sighed dramatically, holding up the last little piece of bread "You know what? Just take it."

Yverine didn't hesitate; she leaned in and took the final bite directly from his fingers.

Then, with a soft hum of satisfaction, she sipped the coffee beside him like nothing had happened.

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Standing at the entrance of the hotel, she waved at Brandon and Yverine "Be careful out there..."

Brandon grinned at Naevora "We'll be back soon. Don't miss me too much."

"Get lost already..." Naevora waved dismissively, though the corner of her lips twitched with a reluctant smile.

With that, Brandon and Yverine left to watch the movie.

As Naevora was about to follow them secretly to keep them safe, she felt a pair of eyes on her.

She stopped and turned her head towards a corner of the road and noticed a car with a woman standing outside in a coat.

Her gaze condesned 'What is she doing here?'

The woman also looked at Naevora and bowed her head.

With a soft sigh, naevora walked to that woman.

The woman inclined her head respectfully and showed a neutral smile looking at Naevora.

Naevora stopped a few feet away, "What are you doing here?"

The woman slowly straightened from her polite bow and looked directly at Naevora with composed eyes "I came to deliver a message. Directly from the Matriarch."

At the mention of Matriarch, Naevora's expression hardened, "…Mother?"

The woman gave a slow nod "Yes. She insisted that I deliver it personally."

Naevora clicked her tongue softly in annoyance "And what did that bitch tell you?"

The woman didn't even flinch at Naevora's words.

She simply reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope as she held it out in both hands.

"She said… Remind my daughter of her place. Remind her that her bloodline obliges her to more than reckless babysitting missions. And tell her… it's time to return.'"

Naevora's jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed "Return? After everything? She thinks she can just..."

Her fingers twitched slightly and the air around her seemed heavier as her ether stirred faintly.

The woman remained calm, holding the letter between them "I am only a messenger. Nothing more."

Naevora let out a soft sigh "Of course. She sends someone else to say it. She can't even face me herself. Typical."

She snatched the envelope from the woman's hand without another word and broke the wax seal with her thumb.

Her eyes scanned the contents quickly.

Whatever was written inside made her lips press into a thin line.

After a few seconds, she folded the letter, slipped it into her jacket pocket, and turned her cold gaze back to the messenger "You delivered it. Now leave."

The woman bowed once more. "As you wish."

She turned and got back into the car and drove it away from there.

Left standing alone, Naevora clenched her fists at her sides and took a slow breath, steadying the storm inside her.

Her gaze shifted back toward the direction Brandon and Yverine had gone before following them.