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The heavy footsteps that came to a dead halt in front of the counter caused the warm atmosphere to chill instantaneously.
Yurin, who had been laughing softly, went completely rigid. His light-colored eyes widened as he turned, only to find the towering figure of Ren standing behind him. having appeared out of nowhere like a shadow.
The young CEO didn't raise his voice or display any overt aggression. He fluidly wore the mask of a flawless businessman. His expression remained cold and unreadable.
"Ren... you're here earlier than we agreed," Yurin broke the dense silence, desperately trying to keep his voice as normal as possible.
"Work finished early..." Ren replied flatly.
Yet, his gaze didn't land on his lover's face for even a fraction of a second. His gaze slid past Yurin's shoulder, locking onto Dio's hand, which was currently suspended in the act of wiping milk foam from Yurin's cheek.
