While they waited in the car, Quarin dismissed Regina's bodyguard and took the driver's seat. Frédéric had been keeping a watchful eye on her day and night, and now he was grateful for the chance to finally go home. The Vizier then took the front seat.
Shortly after, they spotted Maxime approaching Regina.
Quarin, who had been nervous before, seethed with anger. Then, when the chef hugged her, he barely restrained himself from going over and smashing Maxime's face. “Damn, Kahan! I should be the one comforting her, not that stinking blown fly! Who does he think he is!"
He was glued to the binoculars, watching intently. And then... he saw Maxime lean over to kiss Regina.
He leaped up from his seat and yelled, trying to halt the cook, "OOOOHHH!" As if the other could hear him. But their l
