Chapter 115.Each one satisfied-2

Chloe looked at Mylo’s broad back, remembering how he had just stood up for Aaina without a second thought. Remembering how he had pulled her away from Professor Hearth’s office just hours ago.

“I will, Mrs. Zane,” Chloe promised, her voice laced with genuine warmth. “You don’t need to worry. I’ll make sure he stays out of trouble.”

“I appreciate that. Pass him back to me, will you?”

Chloe walked back to the table and handed the phone down to Mylo. Her eyes met his, and for a brief second, a deep, unspoken understanding passed between them.

Mylo put the phone to his ear. “Are you done embarrassing me?”

“Take care of yourself, Mylo,” his mom said softly. “Eat well. Study hard.”

“I will, Mom.”

“And that little girl… you are absolutely sure she’s just the caretaker’s granddaughter?”

“Yes, Mom,” Mylo laughed softly, shaking his head. “She’s Uncle Joe’s granddaughter. Nothing else.”

“Good. I love you. Goodnight.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

Mylo tapped the screen, ending the call. He tossed the phone face-down onto the table and let out a massive, exhausted exhale, burying his face in his hands.

“I am never introducing any of you to my family ever again,” Mylo groaned into his palms.

Aaina snorted.

Meha giggled, covering her mouth with her apron.

Chloe looked at Mylo’s defeated posture, then at Aaina’s greasy, victorious smile.

Suddenly, Chloe couldn’t hold it in anymore. A bright, genuine laugh bubbled up from her chest.

Within seconds, Aaina burst into giggles, Meha joined in with a dramatic cackle, and even Mylo couldn’t stop the wide, helpless grin from spreading across his face.

The sound of their shared laughter filled the small apartment, completely washing away the last lingering traces of awkwardness.

The remaining food vanished quickly, replaced by warm, comfortable chatter.

The laughter from the phone call finally faded into happy, exhausted sighs.

Meha leaned across the table, fixing Chloe with a deeply serious, conspiratorial look.

“Miss Chloe,” Meha whispered loudly, completely ignoring Mylo. “Since you are going to be a frequent presence in this household, I must warn you. Do not let his handsome face fool you. He is a feral creature.”

“Hey,” Mylo warned, lowering his cup of water.

“She’s right,” Aaina chimed in, leaning over her empty plate to look at Chloe. “He acts all tough and broody, but he has a fatal weakness. If you want him to do something, just look a little pathetic. He folds like a cheap lawn chair.”

“I do not fold,” Mylo grumbled, crossing his arms.

“He absolutely folds,” Aaina nodded sagely to Chloe. “I got a free pastry out of him yesterday just by looking sad near a bakery.”

Chloe’s eyes lit up with genuine amusement. She rested her chin on her hand, leaning into the gossip circle.

“Is that so?” Chloe smiled, casting a playful, sideways glance at Mylo. “I will definitely have to remember that for his upcoming exams. A little guilt trip goes a long way.”

“Write it down, Miss Twenty-Eight,” Meha nodded furiously. “We must stand united! A women’s alliance to keep the young master in check!”

“Stop calling her Miss Twenty-Eight,” Mylo sighed. “And stop forming unions in my dining room. I am sitting right here.”

“The alliance does not recognize your authority, Daddy,” Aaina grinned wickedly.

Chloe burst into a bright, musical laugh, reaching across the table to give Aaina a high-five. The teenager happily smacked her hand against the teacher’s.

Mylo watched them, shaking his head. He had completely lost control of his own apartment, and he didn’t even mind.

“So,” Mylo asked, leaning back in his chair to change the subject. “How was the food? Be honest. I need to know if I should fire the head of your new alliance.”

“Mr. Mylo!” Meha gasped, clutching her heart dramatically.

“It was absolutely delicious, Meha,” Chloe smiled, her eyes crinkling warmly. “Truly. Thank you for cooking. I feel completely spoiled.”

“It was okay,” Aaina muttered, though she was practically scraping the bottom of her dessert bowl. “The chicken was decent.”

Meha beamed, her chest puffing out with absolute pride. “It is my sworn duty to nourish this alliance!”

Mylo checked his phone. The time was ticking closer to eight.

“Alright, brat,” Mylo said, standing up and grabbing Aaina’s empty plate. “Time to get you back downstairs before Uncle Joe thinks I kidnapped you.”

Aaina hopped out of her chair, stretching her arms. “Fine, fine. I have homework anyway.”

Mylo looked over at Meha. “Meha, can you stay just a little bit longer? I’ll be right back up. I don’t want Miss Chloe waiting alone.”

“Of course, sir!” Meha nodded seriously. “I will serve Miss Chloe some tea and ensure her utmost comfort!”

“I don’t need to be served, Meha,” Chloe laughed softly, standing up.

She walked over to Aaina, crouching slightly so they were at eye level.

“It was lovely meeting you, Aaina,” Chloe said gently, offering a warm smile. “And remember, if you ever need help with school, my door is open.”

Aaina looked at the beautiful, kind teacher. For a second, the bratty armor slipped entirely, and she offered a genuine, soft smile back.

“Thanks, Chloe. It was fun watching you yell at Mylo.”

Chloe’s cheeks instantly flushed pink again.

“Hey, watch it,” Mylo warned, grabbing the back of Aaina’s collar like a misbehaving kitten. “Say goodnight, menace.”

“Bye, Meha! Bye, Chloe!” Aaina waved cheerfully as Mylo dragged her toward the front door.

“Tata! Be safe!” Meha waved back, already bustling toward the kettle.

The heavy apartment door clicked shut behind them, leaving the chaotic warmth of the kitchen behind.

The hallway was quiet and cool.

They stepped into the elevator. The metal doors slid shut, sealing them in the small, humming space.

Mylo shoved his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the cold metal wall. He looked down at the fourteen-year-old girl standing beside him.

“So,” Mylo asked, a faint, teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Did you enjoy yourself?”