Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 601: Home [3]

After settling Charlotte and spending a few quiet moments with Florence and Elize, Brandon stepped out into the hallway.

He walked down the corridor and stopped in front of another door.

Pushing it open quietly, he stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

On the large bed, Eira was curled up under the blankets, sleeping deeply.

Beside the bed, Yverine was sitting on a low stool with her upper body resting on the edge of the mattress as she slept.

One of her hands was still loosely holding onto the blanket near Eira, as if she had been watching over her until sleep took her as well.

He walked over quietly and sat down on the edge of the bed near Yverine.

Gently, he reached out and tapped her shoulder twice.

"Yverine," he called softly.

She stirred, and a small, tired sound escaped her lips as she shifted against the mattress.

Brandon tapped her shoulder again, "Yve."

Her eyes fluttered open slowly and for a moment, she looked disoriented, blinking against the soft light.

Then her gaze focused on the person sitting in front of her.

"...Brandon?"

She pushed herself up from the edge of the bed with wide eyes as she stared at him.

Yverine’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out at first.

She looked at him as if still trying to process what she was seeing.

Then, without warning, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him.

"You’re really here..."

Brandon raised a hand and gently stroked her back, letting her hold onto him for as long as she needed.

Behind them, Eira shifted slightly under the blankets but remained asleep, unaware for the moment that the person they all had been waiting for had finally returned.

Yverine pulled back from Brandon just enough to glance over her shoulder at the sleeping girl.

She turned fully toward the bed and reached out, gently shaking Eira’s shoulder.

"Eira," she called softly. "Eira, wake up."

Eira let out a small, tired sound and turned her face deeper into the pillow.

Yverine shook her again, a little more firmly this time "Eira. He’s back. Brandon is here."

That was enough.

Eira’s eyes snapped open and her gaze drifted past Yverine... and landed on Brandon sitting on the edge of the bed.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, the blanket slipping down her shoulders as she looked at him as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

She reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him toward her with surprising strength for someone who had just woken up.

Brandon let himself be drawn forward as Eira pulled him down onto the bed with her, wrapping her arms tightly around him the moment his body settled against the mattress.

She buried her face against his chest, "Idiot, do you know how scared I was?"

Brandon’s expression softened. He smiled gently and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as he rested his chin lightly against the top of her head.

"I’m sorry,"

Yverine climbed onto the bed and lay down on his other side, pressing herself against him without hesitation.

One of her arms slipped around his waist from behind while the other rested across his chest, just above Eira’s.

The two of them held him tightly from both sides, as if trying to make up for all the time he had been gone.

Eira lifted her head slightly, and her eyes were still a little red as she leaned in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

When she pulled back, Yverine reached up and turned his face toward her.

She kissed him as well, pressing her soft and warm lips against his.

Then they both leaned in again.

Eira kissed the corner of his mouth, then his cheek.

Yverine followed, pressing her lips to the other side of his face, then his jaw, then his lips once more.

They took turns without speaking, showering him with soft, affectionate kisses across his face and mouth.

Brandon closed his eyes for a moment, letting them hold him and kiss him as much as they needed.

Kissing his lips, Yverine murmured "What happened in that tower? Where did you disappear for a week?"

Eira snuggled into his neck "Were you in some kind of danger?"

Brandon’s gaze condensed slightly in thought as he stared up at the ceiling.

’A week... huh.’

To him, it was far more than that. Years spent in the past, walking alongside Rheanne, shaping history, and closing the loop.

But from their perspective, only seven days have passed. Explaining everything would take time.

He exhaled softly "I will tell you after everyone returns. For now, let me enjoy some time with my dears."

Eira let out a small breath against his neck and nodded while Yverine remained quiet for a moment before she rested her head against his shoulder.

"Alright,"

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In the spacious living hall, Ravene, Elize, and Florence were sitting together on the large sofa.

"Haa... somehow he is back."

Ravene nodded.

"He hasn’t said much yet. Just that he’s home. But a whole week..." Her brows furrowed slightly. "Where could he have been for so long?"

Elize’s gaze lowered for a moment. Dust still clung faintly to her clothes, and dried traces of blood remained near her sleeves from her earlier search.

She then glanced toward the hallway "Where are Dhayun and Jiyeon?"

Ravene answered "They’re on their way. I contacted them earlier. They were out buying food, but the moment they heard Brandon was back, they said they’d return immediately."

Florence let out a small breath and stood up from the sofa, "In that case, we should prepare something for him. He must be hungry and tired."

She looked at Ravene with a smile "Come help me in the kitchen, Rave."

Ravene nodded and stood up as well.

The two of them began walking toward the kitchen, their voices fading slightly as they discussed what to cook.

Left alone in the hall, Elize remained seated for a few more seconds.

Then she stood up, brushing some of the dust from her clothes with a tired motion.

"I’ll go wash up,"

She turned and headed toward the bathroom down the corridor.