Marvel: The Psychologist Who Stole Wanda and Gwen's Hearts!

Following Gwen’s call, Mrs. Stacy and George Stacy came out.

As they stepped out and looked at Lorien and Wanda, their eyes flashed red for an instant before returning to normal.

"Wonderful, you’re finally here. Come in, lunch is already being prepared."

"Sorry to intrude."

Lorien nodded, then led Wanda and Gwen inside.

Once at Gwen’s house, Lorien looked at George and said formally,

"This is our first proper meeting, Mr. George."

"Of course, that last time doesn’t count." George smiled warmly and shook Lorien’s hand.

That "last time" was when George didn’t know who Lorien was.

Mrs. Stacy, overhearing, asked in surprise,

"You’ve met before?"

"Of course." Lorien smiled.

George quickly added, "Back then, I didn’t know him yet, but the first time we talked, he left me with an excellent impression."

When it came to Lorien, George couldn’t have been more satisfied.

1. Golden age—barely five years older than Gwen.

2. Noble profession—a doctor in the U.S. means high income, high education, and high social standing.

3. Perfect appearance—both in looks and demeanor—and he treated Gwen wonderfully.

On top of that, Gwen had mentioned that all her tutoring came from Lorien.

So in George’s eyes, Gwen’s outstanding grades definitely had Lorien’s contribution behind them.

After weighing everything, George had discussed it with Mrs. Stacy last night. On a scale of 100, both of them gave him a rating of—1000%!

...

Gwen and Wanda followed Mrs. Stacy, chatting as they moved into the kitchen, where they continued talking while cooking.

Meanwhile, George set aside the scarf he was holding and led Lorien to sit near the sofa for a chat.

Lorien noticed the scarf he put down and immediately guessed George probably cooked at home too. He smiled.

It wasn’t that men who cooked were afraid of their wives. In truth, men who cooked were simply more attractive.

After all, women had "two stomachs." If both were satisfied, then pleasing them became much easier.

Just then, George’s eyes landed on the bottle of red wine Lorien had set down. He froze for a moment, then exclaimed,

"Oh my god, Romanée-Conti!"

He looked at Lorien in shock.

Lorien knew exactly what he was worried about, so he waved it off.

"Don’t worry, I received a bunch as gifts from guests."

"Wine tasting is enjoyable. A relaxed mood makes both the mind and spirit lighter."

"So having a little now and then is a good habit."

George’s eyes lit up. He gave Lorien a look of shared understanding, the kind all men recognized.

"I think you’re absolutely right."

"Later, make sure you say the same thing to Gwen’s mom. She usually doesn’t like me drinking."

Lorien nodded and gave him an OK gesture.

"No problem."

Seeing that, George happily went to check the wine.

In America, some people open gifts immediately in front of the giver. It’s considered a sign of respect, not the opposite.

So George unsealed the bottle right there.

And he was stunned.

"It’s a Grand Cru!?"

Among the three bottles Lorien had brought, two were from Grand Cru vineyards with annual production under 5,500 bottles. The third came from a Grand Cru vineyard that had already ceased production.

If the first type was something George could probably get hold of with his position as police chief, the second was completely beyond his reach.

That kind of wine required pulling strings, calling in favors, and paying a steep price.

And George would never spend that much money on wine.

Just thinking about it made his mouth go dry, as if all the saliva had vanished.

He glanced toward the kitchen, then leaned closer to Lorien and whispered,

"Let’s drink the best one first. If we leave it here, it’s bound to meet an untimely end."

Lorien chuckled.

"Sure."

Hearing this, George cheerfully stashed away the other bottle, then quickly fetched the corkscrew and glasses to prepare.

Lorien, watching from the side, was about to help, but George immediately pushed his hand away.

"No, no, you can’t touch it. You’re our guest today."

"Just sit and relax. We’ll enjoy this bottle together."

Lorien sat down helplessly and watched as George prepared with extreme care.

He disinfected the tools, checked the temperature and aroma, wiped the bottle clean, and even wiped his own hands.

Finally, he began to open it.

A moment later, with a crisp pop, the cork came free. A faint fragrance of wine spread through the air.

George leaned close to the mouth of the bottle, waved his hand lightly, and the aroma grew richer.

He inhaled deeply, savoring it, and said with a look of intoxicated delight,

"Wow, this red wine is so rare."

After savoring it, George began to pour the wine into a decanter to let it breathe.

The purpose of decanting is actually very simple—it’s to "revive" wine that has been aged for too long, allowing it to oxidize properly.

If I had to give an analogy, it would be like mixing powdered milk. When the powder is clumpy, it doesn’t taste good. But once you stir it thoroughly, it becomes smooth and much better to drink. It’s pretty much the same principle.

...

About half an hour later.

"Dinner’s ready~~~!"

As Gwen happily brought the dishes to the table, she noticed Lorien and her father sipping a bottle of red wine on the sofa.

"Wow! You guys are drinking without telling me!"

Gwen blurted out.

Startled, George spilled a little wine onto his hand, then quickly lowered his head and licked it off. With wine like this, not a drop could be wasted—unless it spilled on the floor.

After licking the wine away, George immediately made a shushing gesture toward Gwen.

Gwen pouted and cast a longing glance at the bottle.

Seeing this, George looked helplessly at Lorien.

Lorien took another sip, then nodded and held up a finger to indicate half a glass.

This meant Gwen could only have half.

George nodded in agreement, then beckoned Gwen over.

"Hehe~"

Delighted, Gwen ran over at once.

George poured her half a glass, and Gwen took a careful sip.

"Such a rich jam aroma~"

Indeed. George and Lorien both nodded.

The taste of this wine started out like grape juice, then quickly revealed a hint of bitterness, followed by a deep, lingering richness.

Gwen sipped slowly, her eyes lighting up. No wonder—it was Romanée-Conti, one of the finest wines in the world.

The three of them drank quietly together, at the same time letting the rest of the wine breathe for later.

But after a while, Gwen still hadn’t returned.

In the kitchen, Wanda and Mrs. Stacy finished preparing the food and brought out the dishes.

"Gwen?"

"Here, Mom."

Gwen waved toward her mother.

Mrs. Stacy looked over, about to say something, but then noticed Lorien was drinking with them too. She hesitated, then let it go.

"It’s time to eat. Don’t drink too much. Come on."

George: ?

He had been bracing himself to get scolded, but that was it? So gentle?

This was completely different from before.

George glanced at Lorien and nodded to himself. No doubt—it was because of him.

...

George placed the decanted wine on the table, ready for everyone to share.

Mrs. Stacy’s eyes widened.

"That much?"

"Is it a lot?" George counted. "Five of us are drinking."

"Gwen too?"

"She’s an adult now, let her have some."

So Gwen was allowed a double portion this time.

Everyone took their seats. Lorien was placed next to George, while Mrs. Stacy and Gwen sat on George’s other side. On Lorien’s side sat his temporary sister, Wanda.

The seating arrangement was meaningful. Just like in Eastern households, the innermost seat was reserved for the head of the family. Being seated in the same row meant George and Mrs. Stacy already saw Lorien as part of the family’s decision-making circle. It was a sign of real respect.

Gwen poured wine for everyone, and once each person had a glass, George raised his cup.

"Let’s celebrate the perfect start of our first family gathering!"

Lorien lifted his glass as well.

"Cheers."

Everyone raised their glasses.

"Cheers~!"

Clink~~~

After the toast, they all took a sip.

George secretly downed a big gulp, and Lorien noticed he had practically emptied his glass in one go.

"Mm~!"

Mrs. Stacy took a small sip and exclaimed in surprise.

"It’s so fragrant~!"

"Right?" Gwen grinned. "Lorien received so much of this wine from guests, they even had people deliver it directly. He couldn’t refuse."

George: !?

At that, George’s eyes lit up.

A plan formed immediately.

If he got along well with his son-in-law, then every now and then, at family gatherings—or by having Gwen bring a bottle home... cough, cough.

Lorien, with the Phoenix Force, easily sensed what George was thinking.

He smiled, glanced at Gwen, and said,

"I can’t even finish a bottle of wine in a day. Gwen, if you want, you can bring one home."

Gwen nodded.

"Okay."

George: !

George’s eyes lit up instantly!

But Mrs. Stacy spoke again.

"But is it really good to drink that much? Isn’t it too much? I mean, I’m worried about Lorien’s health."

George: ...

The light in George’s eyes went out.

Lorien smiled and explained.

"There’s an old saying: ’A little wine brings joy, too much harms the body.’"

"And according to studies by reputable medical institutions, people who drink an average of 500–1000 milliliters a week live several years longer on average."

"It also lowers the risk of cardiovascular disease and improves mood."

"So when I’m free in the evenings, I’ll sometimes have a glass or two."

Mrs. Stacy asked in surprise.

"Really?"

"Of course."

Gwen’s mother thought for a moment and fully believed Lorien’s words. She nodded.

"That’s wonderful. Thank you, Lorien~"

"You’re welcome."

George: !!!

At that, the light reignited in George’s eyes!

He glanced sideways at Lorien, nodding with a grateful look. It was an expression only men would understand.

Lorien raised his eyebrows, shrugged one shoulder, and gave a look that said: "It’s nothing."

George was just short of swearing brotherhood with him.

As a police chief, how could he not feel pressure? Drinking a little helped him relax a lot. But his position meant he couldn’t drink during the day, and even at night, he couldn’t afford to get drunk.

Yet Gwen’s mom never liked him drinking, so he could only sneak a little here and there.

But from now on, George knew he could openly enjoy a small drink every couple of days.

Though just a little, it was light and hope in his life!

He couldn’t have been happier.

...

As they chatted, Gwen’s mom suddenly turned to Wanda.

"You know, I feel like you really resemble a superhero."

George also looked at Wanda, then nodded in agreement.

"She does look a bit like one."

Those words instantly made Wanda tense. She was terrified they might recognize her, which would blow everything.

Gwen, sitting next to her mother, was speechless. She really wanted to just say it straight:

Mom, your daughter is a superhero, and so is the lady across from you. We’re part of the Goddess Alliance. You weren’t wrong.

But in truth, they were just curious.

Even setting aside Wanda’s Chaos Magic, Lorien’s presence-concealing ability made it impossible for anyone to recognize her as a superhero.

Sure enough, Gwen’s mom quickly followed with,

"Lorien is so handsome, and his sister is so beautiful. Truly a family."

"Just imagine how good-looking Gwen’s children will be."

George nodded in full agreement.

Good looks ran in families. With Lorien that handsome and Gwen that pretty, he could already picture how stunning his future grandchildren would be.

Gwen’s mom thought the same.

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh. She turned to Lorien and asked sweetly,

"Brother~, when are you and Gwen planning to have children?"

The moment Wanda called him "brother," Lorien’s heart skipped a beat. Tonight, he would make sure she kept calling him that.

But before he could answer—

"Wanda!"

Gwen blushed and glared at her.

But her mother quickly stopped her.

"Gwen, why are you glaring at Wanda? Don’t you want children?"

"No, Mom."

Gwen covered her face.

"But I’m just about to start college. Having kids would have to wait until after graduation."

Mrs. Stacy thought it over and nodded. That made sense—Gwen’s education had to come first.

So she decided on the spot.

"Then you must get pregnant right after you graduate."

"Mom!"

Gwen couldn’t take it anymore, while the others burst out laughing.

...

And just like that, their warm and harmonious family dinner came to a cheerful end.

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Not long after George finished eating, a call from the police station pulled him away.

Gwen’s mother sighed helplessly.

"That’s how he is. Sometimes he can be called out in the middle of the night, depending on how serious the case is. And in some situations, he has to show up in person—otherwise, the papers and reporters won’t have him on camera."

Well, so being the NYPD chief really did demand hard work.

Nowhere near as carefree as lounging around in Lorien’s private studio.

...

To spare Gwen’s mom from washing so many dishes, Wanda and Gwen volunteered, then quietly used magic to clean everything.

After that, Gwen said she would take Lorien and Wanda on a tour of the little house she’d grown up in.

The three of them went from the first floor up to the third and fourth. But in truth, only a handful of rooms were actually used.

Finally, Gwen led them to the room she most wanted Lorien to see—her own room.

She opened the door nervously.

"Ta-da~~~"

She even made her own sound effect, gesturing for them to come in.

Lorien and Wanda stepped inside.

Her room was surprisingly spacious—easily around fifty square meters.

"Gwen..." Wanda said, "your room is almost as big as the house I grew up in."

Gwen shrugged casually.

"But now your home is also my home, and my home is also your home."

That one sentence moved both of them deeply.

Meanwhile, Lorien walked over to the computer desk and noticed the computer was still on.

He reached out and opened the browser history in Google Chrome.

There was one question that had always made him curious:

"What exactly do girls have in their browser history!?"

Gwen, who had just been touched by the moment, suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.

...

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