Javier's eyes flickered, his mind racing for an answer.
Ugh… how am I supposed to explain this to her? It's not that I can't. More like Liana and Gloria already spent time putting this disguise on me. If I come back clean, they'll start questioning me, asking why I "intended" to clean it.
They'll get jealous, especially Liana. She feels safer letting me go on missions with this disguise on, because she knows it hides my face and dulls my alluring aura.
He averted his eyes, his voice low and evasive.
"I just… I don't want to. I feel comfortable like this. I hope you understand."
Celine paused, her hand lowering slowly before she nodded with a soft smile.
"Oh… I see. Very well. I understand, my husband."
A shiver ran down Javier's spine at the way she said "my husband." He quickly turned his head away, clearing his throat.
"Right… umm… you have my permission to do as you wish without waiting for my approval on everyday matters. As long as it's not reckless."
