The Heir's Naughty Twins
63. Daisuki

Yujerian approached his sister who was busy squatting among the bushes of Narendra's pet roses.

Yuveria at first glance looked like she was crying, but Yujerian only snorted because it was not true.

"Son." [Stupid.]

Yujerian gently hit his sister's head with one macaron.

"If you are like that, then he knows you are tempted. Fortunately, he was stupid."

His sister's face was filled with annoyance. He was upset that he had been pounding by Eros' treatment. He immediately ran away rather than getting carried away just from being touched.

His shy sister.

"Why is Chichi-ue now talking to us like that?" Yuveria opened her mouth to feed the purple macaroni into her mouth. "For a year all he did was shut up."

"Eitherway. Who knows with his mind."

While near them, Mandala heard them both. The nineteen-year-old tilted a faint face, before deciding to kneel down until the two turned away.

"May I ask, Young Miss, Young Master?"

"Of course." Yujerian was even curious as to why their silent bodyguard was suddenly willing to ask.

"Do you two really think Mr Eros doesn't love you?"

Both are very stare. Even look surprised even though compact again shook his head.

Yuveria's mouth bulged at the macaroni as she said, "Chichi-ue's eyes are like Haha-ue."

"The eye?"

"The care in his eyes is the care of the old man." Yujerian ate the macaron. "Every time it is looked upon by the man, we both know as much as Haha-ue loves us, as much as that man's love. Anyway, we were being bad but he kept coming."

".... Then why are you two still acting cold? What do you want to go to?"

"Have our wounds healed?" Yujerian answered coldly.

Not to Mandala, but to the facts he spoke.

"What do you think, if he threw us into the sea to keep us in his way, after that fishing us like fish, should we say thank you?"

On suspicion, Mandala smiled. "You're both smart."

"Of course."

"But isn't what you're really looking for not retaliation?"

Yujerian jerks. What means ....

"I also recognize your eyes, Young Master. You are not looking for revenge. You're looking for a house where you, Young Miss, Miss Hestia and maybe Mr. Eros can live without pretense."

"This is not advice, but rather a suggestion from both of your subordinates. If you continue to behave like this, the man you are referring to will continue to be tormented. But you will also be tormented."

"Then what should I do?"

Mandala for the first time smiling. Tapping on Yujerian's chest as Norman had done. "Open your heart a little. It will satisfy you and avenge the man at the same time."

...*...

Eros sighed. After some time he felt that both of them could not be approached and he had to be more patient, Eros decided to move on.

But as he was about to climb up the stairs towards the room on the second floor, suddenly a voice sounded.

"Kazo."

It seems Eros believes he is deaf. Because when she turned around, it was indeed real Yuveria came with a reddened face almost crying.

He called Eros father. Not a pervert or a bad guy. Wh why?

"What's wrong?"

His eyes looked at him for a moment. Staring at Yujerian who inexplicably looked away.

And Eros was convinced that his eyes were blind. Because suddenly the boy came closer, extending his hand as if saying a sling.

Spontaneous Eros carried it. Almost staggered not because he was heavy, but in disbelief could finally hug Yuveria who was always shouting 'take care!' if he speaks.

"W-what?" Eros kagok. "You had a fight with Yujerian? You injured? Something happen? What's up?"

Or have a meteor crashed? Maybe there's gas research released? Did the sun rise in the South? Why suddenly—

"Chichi kirai." Yuveria hugged her neck tightly. Whispering with a face hidden on Eros' shoulder. "Thinked." [I hate Dad. Hate to.]

Eros could only shut up.

"Master ...." [But ..].

"...."

"Sore demo ...." [Although so ..]

The next word really made Eros stagger.

"Daisuki." [I like Dad.]

Eros' heart feels squeezed. Before he realized something and thought what was going on, his hand was already clutching Yuveria tightly. He hides the face on his shoulder when he believes he might want to cry.

"Sorry." Eros felt her whole feeling evaporate. "Sorry, Yuve."

...*...