Just then, Janus came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He smirked because I was staring at him. I just stuck my tongue out at him and went back to fixing myself up. I went downstairs first to cook breakfast. Janus followed and tried to help in the kitchen, but I shooed him away because he had no clue what he was doing. He said he hadn't cooked in his entire life. I just shook my head; that’s how rich people are. They pay people to cook for them. Sometimes, even a fancy chef.
The other three came down, and we all ate together. After the three left, our first stop was the wet market so we could buy fresh produce. He parked in the market lot, and the moment he stepped out, people were already staring our way. I mean, how could they not? Even in casual home clothes, he was stil
