Wanting
The beautiful, golden-haired goddess standing in front of Tristan violently slammed the door before her. Afterwards, she turned around and looked at him with an embarrassed expression that she herself couldn't believe she just did such an unbecoming action.
For Serene, the situation was too identical to before. That shameless purple-haired whore was blatantly flirting with her husband, and this time, Serene would definitely not let her have her way. Not when she was here.
On the other hand, still standing in front of her, Tristan was strangely unimpressed by her behavior as his face wore a passive expression. He, of course, smart enough and was man enough to understand the reasons behind her action and quickly realize what was going on. But to be honest, instead of being happy, he felt a little annoyed.