Hunter Bennett's hand was stinging from the smack, but he didn't mind. The corners of his lips, hidden under the mask, curved up slightly.
The two of them were acting so intimately, it was as if they'd forgotten there was a third person present.
Lucas Shaw, the ignored one, gazed at Serena Summers with a sense of grievance. Unable to hold back, he coughed a few times, trying to get his little wife's attention.
"Cough, cough, cough…"
As expected, Serena turned her head and shifted her gaze back on him.
Looking down at the tightly interlocked hands, Lucas's lips involuntarily curved into a smirk, casting a subtle glance at Hunter Bennett.
That glance carried both provocation and triumph.
In summary, it was utterly childish.
Hunter naturally noticed him too. Before returning to the country, his senior brother had already told him—Lucas Shaw was back.
Originally, he hadn't believed it, but now seeing this face, he was about seventy to eighty percent convinced.