Javier ran his hand through his hair, his posture suddenly shifting to that of a cool, dramatic ikemen. With an exaggerated, heartfelt sigh, he strode over and dropped to one knee in front of Gloria, meeting her gaze with sparkling, earnest eyes.
"Oh, my beloved Gloria~" he declared in a low, rich voice, playing along with her performance. "Even as this body steps into adulthood, this heart, this soul, will never, ever forget you!"
He reached for her hand, lifting it gently and placing it over his own chest, as if swearing an eternal oath.
"Though fate may try to part us, and new trials come with each passing dawn, your loyalty and love remain forever engraved upon my soul! How could I ever abandon you, my second wife, the moonlight to my endless night?"
Gloria, cheeks flushed with delight, pressed her hand to her forehead, feigning faintness. "Ah~ Young Master… your words alone are enough to heal this wounded heart~"
