I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

After a moment's thought, Duanmu Yan nodded in agreement: "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, he turned to the little guy who was still struggling with the roasted chicken leg: "Abu, do you want to come along?"

"I'm not going," Abu said, waving his paw without looking up. "There's plenty of delicious food waiting for me here!"

Duanmu Yan shrugged helplessly and instructed Sebastian, "Then I'll trouble you to look after Abu here. Just tell me where Cantrella is, and I'll go see her myself."

"As you command, Your Excellency."

Volume 1: Chapter 189 We're all sisters, why be so polite?

"Hello, Miss Cantrella."

In the guest room, Phoebe bowed slightly and gave a standard greeting to the woman sitting on the sofa.

As an observer sent by the religious order, she is tasked with witnessing the meeting of the two families today.

Of course, the order didn't just send her alone; there were others as well.

only……

For some reason, the head of the Fesari family seemed to have specifically requested to see him.

Although the girl appeared very quiet on the surface, she was actually quite uneasy inside.

No one could remain completely calm in the face of this woman who controlled half of Ragnarok's power.

Although Phoebe had seen her a few times when she was in the religious order, that was a long time ago, and she had only seen her from a distance and had never actually met her.

"May the Lord of the Year grant you a successful feast today."

She raised her eyelashes, her voice still carrying a hint of childishness.

"I wonder what brings you to me?"

Cantrella sat on the sofa, put down her teacup, and her wisteria-colored eyes carefully traced the girl's features—her flowing, sun-like blonde hair, her slightly trembling eyelashes, and those eyes that held unease.

After a long silence, she spoke softly, smiling slightly, "You really are a very cute child. No wonder he likes you."

"Huh, him?"

Phoebe was slightly taken aback, her thoughts like a string on a musical instrument suddenly snapped, completely unable to understand what she meant.

She tilted her head subconsciously, her pale golden hair slipping over her shoulder, her eyes filled with pure confusion as she looked at the elegant patriarch: "I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant. Could you... please explain it more clearly?"

Seeing this, Cantreira simply let out a soft chuckle and gently shook her head: "It's alright, no need to rush. You'll find out soon enough. Come, sit down first. Try this, it's a special black tea from the Fesalie family, something you can't find anywhere else."

As she spoke, she skillfully picked up the teapot and poured the clear, orange-red liquid into a porcelain cup.

Then, he pushed the teacup toward Phoebe.

Phoebe was flattered and quickly stepped forward, carefully taking the cup of tea with both hands, her voice slightly flustered: "Th-thank you."

"Don't be nervous." Cantrela gazed at the girl's barely concealed unease and comforted her gently, a meaningful glint in her eyes. "I'm completely different from that two-faced smiling tiger. We're worlds apart. After all, in the future... we'll probably have many more opportunities to spend time together."

"Huh?" Phoebe asked again with a short, questioning sound. She still couldn't fully understand the deeper meaning in the other person's words. She just obediently sat on the edge of the soft sofa and sipped the hot tea in her cup.

The warm black tea, with its unique aroma, slid down her throat, slightly calming her inner unease.

At this moment——

dong dong.

A steady knock on the door broke the silence inside.

Cantrell's smile deepened almost imperceptibly as she turned her gaze to the closed door, her voice remaining calm and composed: "Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

"Why do you want to see me now? What if the Second Miss finds out—Phoebe? What are you doing here?"

As Duanmu Yan pushed open the door and entered, his gaze froze completely the moment he saw that familiar figure inside.

The blonde girl sitting on the sofa was equally stunned by the unexpected intruder. The teacup she was holding froze in mid-air, and her eyes were wide open, reflecting the equally shocked face of the other person.

"Mr. Duanmu!?"

Phoebe paused for a moment, then jumped up from the sofa like a startled animal.

"No, why am I nervous?"

"Mr. Duanmu and I...were already in...that kind of relationship..."

Duanmu Yan, on the other hand, appeared much calmer. He turned his head to look at Cantrela beside him, and it was not hard to tell from her subtle smile that this must have been arranged by her on purpose.

He shook his head helplessly, walked towards the two of them, and sat down next to Phoebe: "So, this was something you arranged on purpose?"

Cantrela tilted her head and smiled noncommittally: "It wasn't really planned, it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. After all, sisters should meet up eventually, right?"

“Sister…?” Phoebe heard those words and immediately lowered her head, murmuring the two words softly. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind like lightning, causing her to involuntarily cover her mouth, her cheeks instantly flushing a sunset-like crimson. “Could it be that Mr. Duanmu and Miss Cantrella also…”

She didn't finish her sentence, her gaze constantly shifting between the two of them.

Although she has accepted the fact that she and Koleta are both by Duanmu Yan's side.

But now...

She was, after all, a clergy member, and this kind of thing had a significant impact on her worldview.

“That’s how it is.” Cantrellella chuckled as she stood up.

Under Phoebe's surprised gaze, she slowly walked up to Duanmu Yan, suddenly reached out and gently pushed him down onto the back of the sofa, leaning against him as she did so.

“That’s why I said—” She raised her eyes and gave Phoebe, who was standing there in a daze, a meaningful look, “We have a lot of time to spend together in the future.”

"Eh? This... I..." Phoebe felt her cheeks burning, and even her words became very hesitant. "Then... what about Miss Koleta? Does she know? If the three of them are together... this... this really won't go against the Lord of the Year's guidance?"

Cantrell retorted, "Does Phoebe think that two people wouldn't be at odds?"

“This…I…” Phoebe was speechless.

“Alright, don’t worry,” Cantrela said. “You simply made a choice based on your own heart. Believe me, the Lord won’t blame you. Even if he did—”

Her fingertips lightly traced Duanmu Yan's chin: "You also have to blame this guy."

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Duanmu Yan, staring into his eyes as if questioning him: "And what about you? Don't you feel even a little bit guilty about this? What a heartless guy you are."

Duanmu Yan sighed softly and replied, "I just want everyone to be happy. What did I do wrong?"

"Really?" Cantrela licked her lips. "Then I need to experience happiness now."

She had barely finished speaking when she lowered her head and kissed him.

Such a bold move made Phoebe blush.

In this situation, she should be ashamed, but for some reason...

A feeling actually sprouted in my heart...

competitive drive?

Finally, the girl mustered her courage and said to Cantrela, "No, no! I want Mr. Duanmu all to myself!"

……

……

"Strange, what's Cat's Eye doing? Why isn't he answering the phone?"

Inside the room, Coleta was muttering to herself.

Volume 1: Chapter 190 Sisters Eating Hot Dogs Together

There was still some time before the banquet began.

Cantrella had specifically instructed that no one else was allowed to approach the guest room without her permission.

Therefore, people outside have no idea what is happening inside the room.

Even members of the Motari family are no exception.

"Stop—stop for a second." Duanmu Yan's breathing was a little rapid as he gently separated Phoebe and Cantrela from each other as they approached again. Because of their previous intimacy, the collar of his shirt was slightly disheveled.

"How can you guys do this? After one person is kissed, it's the next one, and it keeps repeating. I don't even have time to rest. And you guys, you can even adjust your state during the intervals between switching people..."

Cantrella smiled slightly, reached out a finger and gently poked his cheek, saying meaningfully, "Isn't this just natural?"

"Since you've chosen to be a romantic, you must naturally bear the corresponding price. You should treat every person you admire with absolute fairness—even in intimate contact."

"Don't forget, you're officially Colette's lover. You spend so much time by her side, do you expect us not to be jealous?"

“These lost hours must be made up for in other ways.”

"Don't you think so, Phoebe?"

The blonde girl paused for a moment, her eyes darting between the two of them, before finally nodding seriously: "I think Miss Cantrella makes a lot of sense."

"According to your theory, wouldn't I be exhausted every day?" Duanmu Yan said helplessly. "I'd be either spending all my time with you guys or on my way to my next date."

“This is the path you chose yourself,” Cantrellella shrugged gracefully. “You could have refused, but you didn’t. Now you want to back out—”

She suddenly lowered her voice, her tone seductive: "I'm afraid it's too late. After all... you wouldn't want to break any young girl's heart, would you?"

"A young girl?" Duanmu Yan raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. "Besides Phoebe, who else is here?"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his waist.

Cantrellella maintained her perfect smile, but her fingertips mercilessly pinched the soft flesh on his side, making him gasp in pain.

"Oh dear, I didn't hear you clearly just now. What was the little guest saying?"

—Even someone as composed as Cantrell is aware of the signs of aging.

"...What a bad guy. Shouldn't he say what I want at a time like this?" Cantrella pouted and complained softly.

Phoebe sat quietly to the side, her hands folded on her knees, watching the interaction between the two with a faint smile.

Although the current situation completely violates her ethics as a clergy member, but...

As long as there is love, there is no problem!

"Let's call it a day then." Duanmu Yan looked at Cantrela, who was unusually a little sulky, and his heart softened. He couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair. "I have to go find the Second Miss. Otherwise, we'll be exposed sooner or later."

After saying that, he got up to leave, but Cantrell grabbed his wrist.

Cantrela looked up at him. "Don't rush, there's still plenty of time. Spend a little more time with me. Koleta won't know. But even if she did, what could she do? She'd have to accept it sooner or later."

"That's true, but the second young lady is a jealous person."

"Really? Aren't you afraid I'll get jealous? Aren't you afraid Phoebe will get jealous?"

"..."

This question left Duanmu speechless for a moment.

Perhaps there is no single answer in the world that can satisfy everyone.

So, Duanmu Yan sat down, looking helplessly at Phoebe and Cantrell, his tone pleading: "Alright, alright, I'll stay and keep you company... But, can we try a different way of spending time together? Even just having some tea and chatting? I really can't handle you taking turns like this."

"You can't handle this already?" Cantrellella's voice trailed off, carrying a hint of provocation. "Then... what are you going to do next? Just how many people can you handle at the same time?"

"..."

Duanmu was speechless for a moment.

To be able to make such a bold statement without batting an eye in such an ambiguous atmosphere is truly worthy of Cantrella.

This composure and ease that comes with being a mature woman always leaves him speechless.

Phoebe blinked in confusion, clearly not understanding the deeper meaning behind their words.

"What a joke!" Duanmu Yan suddenly straightened his back, his voice carrying a hint of defiance. "Cantrella, are you questioning my dignity as a man?"

"All talk and no action." She chuckled, twirling a strand of purple hair between her fingers. "Who knows if you're just bluffing?"

This provocation indeed ignited his competitive spirit: "Very well, when I have time later, I will definitely make you realize your mistake."

"Is that so?" Cantrella's lips curled up slightly, looking as if her scheme had succeeded. "No need for the future, we can do it now."

"Now? Here?" Duanmu Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

Cantrell looked at the wall clock, her gaze lingering on it. "Although time is of the essence... we can prove it in another way."

Just then, Phoebe, who had been quietly listening, finally couldn't help but speak up, her clear eyes filled with innocence: "Um... what are you guys talking about? I don't understand at all?"

Cantrella turned to the girl, a mischievous smile on her face: "Phoebe, didn't you understand?"

The blonde girl shook her head honestly, her face full of confusion: "I didn't understand at all."