"Hey, where are my clothes? I am feeling so freaking uncomfortable in this stuff!"
Frowning, Lucas sounded very vexed. Wearing her pair of pink fluffy slippers, he walked out of the room, heading towards the breakfast table where Claire was waiting for him with breakfast on the table.
She was casually sitting down, looking at him and smiling on her own. With the messy bedroom hair, pouty face, along with the bright yellow shirt-pajamas, he looked much more adorable in her eyes than the typical bold alluring appearance that he puts before the world.
"Master, but you seem very cute to me in these clothes," she conversed.
"Hey, don't tease me anymore--"
"I am not, master." Before he could wrap up his words, she interrupted in a firm voice, straightening her back on the chair. "Why must
