A Little Softer, Okay? ( 300 )

Francesca felt a wave of emotions rise within her.

Her poor, sweet honey bun…

Still thinking his beloved maids were gone.

Her lips twitched, barely holding back a sly grin.

Oh, my love… you're going to cry for a different reason soon.

She brushed his hair softly, her voice warm.

"Honey bun~"

Just as she was about to break the news—

"YOUNG MASTER!!"

Javier's breath caught in his throat.

His body stiffened.

That voice—

That voice he had replayed in his mind for days.

That voice that haunted his dreams.

Slowly—he looked up.

His eyes were still blurry with tears.

His heart pounded violently.

Am I… hallucinating?

Was this just another cruel trick of his broken mind?

Because standing there—in the doorway—

Was Liana.

And beside her—Gloria.

Liana staggered forward, her body weak.