"Good afternoon, Mister Galen." Jonathan stepped forward and formally extended his right hand. "It's been a long time since I saw you at the training grounds. I hope everything's been well lately?"
Was this really the same man he remembered shouting at the training grounds, "You spineless wimp! You damn skunk! I'll kick your ass into next week!"?
He Xi froze for a second before instinctively reaching out to shake his hand. "I'm... I'm fine, thank you for asking, Mister Jonathan."
"That's good, that's good." Jonathan nodded. His gaze flicked quickly toward Ms. Cassandra's back as she turned and headed for the kitchen, then darted away.
Watching Cassandra humming as she walked into the kitchen, He Xi could only invite Jonathan to sit in the dining room.
The dining table was a long wooden one, and He Xi habitually pulled out a chair from the middle of one side and sat down.
To his surprise, however, Jonathan didn't sit across from him. He pulled out the chair beside He Xi and plopped down.
Jonathan's huge frame made the space beside He Xi feel cramped in an instant.
What made He Xi feel even more out of place was that he could actually smell perfume on the owner of the training grounds.
"Uh..." He Xi silently stood up. "I'll get Bruce some water."
Using that as an excuse, he took his cup and discreetly moved to the opposite side of the table.
Jonathan, however, seemed not to notice He Xi's move at all. He didn't even look at him for more than a second.
The burly man sat with his back straight, hands clasped on the table, posture proper. Yet his deep-set eyes stared straight toward the kitchen, past the vase on the dining table.
Following his gaze, He Xi could