Inside Sayako's mind, a storm had started brewing.
Seriously, Satomi!? You let your mother live with him?
With that body? That face? That skin!?
She clenched her hand under the table, masking her expression with a smile.
Your mother looks like she walked out of a high-end skincare commercial. And you—you seriously thought Haruki-senpai would be awkward?
Sayako glanced at Satomi again.
Girl… compare yourself to her. If I were a guy, I'd choose your mom without blinking.
She may be your mother, but to Haruki-senpai? She's not even related.
They're not blood. They're alone together.
He's a man. She's a woman.
And that woman is… way too beautiful to just "look after" someone like him.
Sayako sipped her drink quietly. "So… how long will your husband be outstationed?"
Satomi didn't even look up. "Still got a little over two months, I think. Why?"
Sayako just smiled, lips curled sweetly—but her thoughts whispered darkly.
That's a lot of nights…
