Jose almost shouted and jumped onto the sofa after seeing the different situation at Racher Art this morning. Before pointing the key to open the main door, he had already whistled happily and greeted many people on the street, after which he got a surprise inside this place.

Jose's eyeballs dilated a few seconds earlier, now narrowed suspiciously. He slowly approached the figure with a familiar posture, already sitting behind the dining table alone. Denis' hair was still wet, and he must have just taken a shower.

"My fingers aren't penetrating. It's impossible." Jose muttered after touching Denis' muscular arm with his forefinger, and while the owner of the house...