The next day.
Aaron and Jean both got up later than usual.
It wasn't that they didn't want to keep enjoying each other's company, but they weren't the only two people in the house!
The two came downstairs as if nothing had happened. Hela and Jane did not tease them much, leaving Jean both relieved and slightly disappointed.
Fawkes flapped his wings excitedly. After playing matchmaker for so long, he had finally made Jean his mistress.
But before he could enjoy his excitement for three seconds, Abei swatted him off his perch with a paw.
"Mast—" Jane had barely started before immediately changing her form of address. "Boss, breakfast is ready."
"Thanks."
"This is what I should be doing."
"I might have to trouble you for the next month."
Jean's face flushed red, and she quickly reached out to pinch Aaron. "What do you mean by that?"
Last night had already been exhausting enough. A month... even if she did not mind, her body would not be able to take it!
"Haha! Don't worry about the details." Aaron gave an awkward laugh, took Jean's hand, and headed for the dining room.
"This is the second one, though more accurately, the fifth." Hela said casually. "Do you have any thoughts?"
Jane froze for a moment before answering somewhat stiffly, "This is the master's private life. I am merely a servant and have no right to comment."
"You regard him as your master, but he might not see you as nothing more than a servant." Hela smiled meaningfully. "Have you never considered becoming the sixth?"
"I... I'm only a vampire."
"Don't belittle yourself. In some respects, vampires surpass most races by far.
"Besides, you have already embarked on the path he arranged for you. At the very least, you will become a