Chapter 895: Missing Us?
"She’s going to be the death of me," Demetri sighed, his gaze fixed on his Nora, who stood across the room, the center of attention among a group of men. Her laughter rang out like music, effortlessly drawing him and the others in. It was the others he had a problem with.
Erasmi leaned back in his chair, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he observed his twin. "I’ve been hearing you say that for more than a decade now," he quipped, swirling his drink lazily. "And yet, here you are—still alive, still kicking, and still finding something to grumble about."
"Yes, well," Demetri muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes stayed glued to the scene. "My heart’s been taking hits, one after another, every time I see those vultures circling her. Just because she’s beautiful doesn’t mean they have to flock to her like moths to a flame. Can’t they see the wedding ring? It’s right there on her hand, for God’s sake!"
"Of course they can see it," Erasmi drawled, his grin widening with mischief. "But that doesn’t stop them, does it? They’re just trying their luck. You know, in case the younger, hotter wife is tired of her older husband and ready for an upgrade."
Demetri shot him a sharp look. "You think this is funny?"
"A little," Erasmi admitted with a chuckle, taking a leisurely sip of his drink. "Let’s be honest, Demetri. You’re jealous. And it’s painfully obvious. Face it, old man—your eyes are starting to go, you need glasses to read anything smaller than a billboard, and meanwhile, your wife is over there glowing like she just stepped out of a magazine. Every guy in his prime is bound to take notice. And you hate it."
"Of course I’m jealous, genius!" Demetri snapped, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he shot a glance at Erasmi, "Look at them—hovering around her like she’s the last drink at a desert oasis. They’re not even subtle about it! And you think I like standing here watching it all unfold?"
Erasmi raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Oh, I think you more than like it."
Demetri gawked at him, momentarily stunned. "Are you serious? My eyesight might be going, but it’s your brain that’s deteriorating even faster. Would you be so calm if men were flocking around Ava like that?"