PK returned to Law Manor late that night.
As expected, Lana, Luna, and Eve were already waiting in the living hall, their expressions soft, eyes filled with concern and anticipation. The moment PK stepped inside, the twins looked at him with unmistakable puppy eyes.
But PK barely noticed.
His mind was elsewhere.
All three spoke at the same time.
"What happened, darling?"
PK paused, then exhaled slowly. He shook his head and gave a faint smile.
"Sorry. I zoned out."
He opened his arms instinctively.
Lana and Luna didn't hesitate for even a second. They rushed forward and wrapped themselves around him, holding him tightly, as if grounding him back to reality. PK rested his chin lightly on their heads, his expression finally softening.
Eve stood a little apart, arms folded, watching the scene with an amused, knowing smile. She could tell—something hadn't gone the way PK planned.
"I already had dinner outside," PK said calmly. "Let's get some rest."
He then looked at the twins.
"You both go to bed first. I need to talk to Eve about something."
Lana and Luna nodded obediently and headed toward their room, though not without glancing back once.
PK went to his room, freshened up, and sent a short message to Eve.
Come to my room.
Eve read the message and smiled faintly.
She had heard about Royal Leaf. And judging by PK's mood, things hadn't unfolded the way he expected. That usually meant only one thing—he was irritated, restrained, and dangerously quiet.
She took a breath and walked toward his room.
Eve's gaze lingered on PK for a long moment, a sudden, daring thought crossing her mind.
A sheepish, almost feline smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she abandoned her usual restraint and walked straight into his space.
Before he could utter a word, she reached up, her silk sleeves falling back as she cupped his face with both hands, pulling him down to her level.
PK's eyes widened in genuine surprise, but the shock lasted only a heartbeat. As Eve's rosy lips crashed against his, the room seemed to ignite.
What started as a timid advance instantly transformed into a hot, rough collision of desire.
PK didn't give her a chance to retreat or even catch her breath. He took control, his mouth moving over hers with a hungry, unhesitating rhythm that demanded total surrender.
His hands, acting on a restless instinct, slid from her waist and began to wander upward, moving through the thin fabric of her dress to find the heat of the skin beneath.
Eve let out a muffled, desperate moan against his lips, her pride finally dissolving entirely into the searing friction of the moment.