While the girls were celebrating, Lucius stood by Cassius with a pitiful pout on his lips, his arms slightly outstretched like a sad puppy begging for attention.
"Young Master...me too...just one hug…"
Cassius, noticing the desperate look, exhaled through his nose and rubbed his head.
"Lucius." He said in weary amusement. "Don't look at me like that. You're going to make everyone think I kicked a stray dog."
"But, Young Master…" Lucius sniffled dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Everyone's hugging, embracing, showing love and warmth! And here I am—loyal Lucius—standing in the cold!"
"Lucius." Cassius said flatly. "You're inside a heated mansion."
"Emotionally cold, Young Master!" Lucius wailed. "Emotionally!"
Before Cassius could retort, his eyes caught something—something that made him pause mid-breath.
His gaze drifted downward to the rears of all the women, then back up, and suddenly, a sly grin crept across his face.
