The Family We Choose ( 227 )

"Liana, Gloria… where's Errinette?" Javier groaned, stretching his arms as he leaned back in his chair. "Ugh… I'm done with this blessing ceremony. Can we go home now? I can't wait to be back—our real home."

His eyes gleamed with impatience. The Armand region. That was where he truly belonged.

Liana, standing beside him, let out a soft sigh. "Be patient, young master. We have to wait for Mrs. Errinette."

Javier clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. "You do realize the distance from here—to our region takes seven days, right?"

"Yes, young master," Liana replied smoothly. But then her eyes gleamed playfully as she ran her fingers through his hair, gently caressing his head. "If we were using a horse-drawn carriage, that would be the case…"

She smiled knowingly.

"…But we're using our Pekkos, right?"

Javier stared at her for a second, then sighed in defeat. "Fine."