The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King

Eunuch?

If what Alice and Kate had said earlier was just teasing, then Queenie calling him a "eunuch" was a blatant insult.

"You've gone too far!" John growled inwardly.

Do they really think I'm some sick little kitten just because I haven't lashed out?

Annoyed and feeling humiliated by these beautiful but merciless women, John finally snapped. He shoved Queenie aside, his face cold and full of pride.

"You just want the room, don't you? Fine! I'll sleep on the damn sofa tonight, and no one can stop me!"

"Hmph! I thought you were about to ascend to heaven with all that drama," Queenie rolled her eyes.

When John had pushed her, she'd assumed he was going to do something bold—something crazy. But no, all that fire... just to claim the sofa.

Seriously? she thought, amused.

"Sleep on the sofa then. Just don't come crawling back," Queenie added with a smirk.

This guy really does have his moments, she thought. Stubborn to the core.