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Yves King brushed off Faye Owen's hand and approached her irritably, "It's always something with you, can't you quiet down a bit? But Faye, you do look pretty adorable when you're jealous. Look at that pout of yours, you could almost hang an oil bottle from it. If you pout any more, I'm going to have to kiss you."
"Who's, who's jealous? Stop being so flippant all the time. Maeve is right here, ahem, Comrade Old King, please mind the influence you're making." Embarrassed by Yves King's teasing, Faye's cheeks flushed red as she pushed him away.
The discomfort from entering the room had dissipated quite a bit. Since coming home and seeing the warm scene of the three of them laughing together like a family, it seemed as though Yves King had never experienced this before. From the laughter, she could genuinely feel his sense of happiness. On seeing this, a strong wave of jealousy surged in her heart.