CHAPTER 214: WOW

"Wow." Coco stared at the three mediators approaching their table.

The red haired mediator looked at her, his eyes wide with joy and excitement as he walked towards her spot, looking atrociously beautiful.

He was dressed in a finely fitted shirt, the fabric of which showed off his physique.

The dark shade of the shirt contrasted nicely against his pale skin, the buttons undone, leaving the top of his chest exposed with his shirt tucked in his pants which made his slender waist stand out.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers grazing his red locks, his hair messy and tousled, yet it only made him look more attractive.

Following behind him were the other two mediators who looked as stunning as him, both wearing clothing that made their beauty stand out that would surely make passerby stop whatever they were doing just to look at them.

Coco’s gaze shifted to the second husband, her gaze fixed on him, noticing his brown hair fell into loose waves, tousled to look like he had just rolled out of bed, falling across his forehead in a way that was boyish yet attractive.

From her spot, she could see that just like Zaque, Heiren’s skin was smooth and even, like he had done some skin care routine.

Heiren’s deep chocolate irises stared back at her emerald ones, his gaze intense as he looked back at her.

The man in question was wearing a loose shirt, the fabric hanging off him with the top button undone, exposing a hint of the pale skin underneath, and the fabric draped casually over his smaller frame.

He looked relaxed and comfortable, the loose fit of the shirt made him look like those jocks back in her highschool days.

She could see Heiren raising an eyebrow at her, silently questioning why she was staring so she immediately tore her gaze away to look at the mediator beside him instead.

The silver haired mediator looked stunning, with his clothes hugging his frame, the fabric clinging to his body like a second skin, yet they were obviously not too tight, not restricting his movement in any way.

His silver hair was slicked back slightly, his hair still damp and gleaming as some strands fell onto his face— the style highlighted his face, his face smooth and his skin glowing.

His silvery locks of hair framed his face perfectly, the cut of the shirt showing off his slender shoulders.

He has his fingers over the fabric, his right hand pressed on his left shoulder as if he was massaging his tension and uncomfortable feeling away, but the outfit he had selected made him more charming more than anything else.

He looked confident, his gaze intense and his manner poised as he looked around the pub, an expression of displeasure etched on his face like it was permanent, and it made Coco feel a little bad.

He was a sight for sore eyes because he’s exuding an air of elegance and beauty, his appearance elegant and sophisticated.

He almost looked like a nobleman or a prince from the books she had read from her past life by how his beauty and presence silently commanded attention from the people around him.

Coco stared at the man, eyebrows raised as she took in his appearance because the grumpy man she knew was now a picture of elegance, the clothes he wore making him look like royalty.

Out of the three of them, she was mostly stunned by Alhai’s transformation, her mouth hanging open as she took in his beauty.

"Why do they have to dress up?" Quizen quipped, his voice muffled from Coco’s shoulder.

He watched as the red haired mediator approached the table where the two of them were seated, his expression cheerful.

Zaque moved through the pub with a bounce in his step, his gaze fixed on the woman Quizen was hugging as he made his way through the room, not bothering to check if Alhai or Heiren was right behind him.

His red eyes shone with excitement, a wide pleased smile plastered on his face.

He reached the table, his smile never leaving his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of his happiness and he stood for a moment, his gaze shifting around the room before returning to their wife, his focus solely on her.

"I apologize if we made you wait for so long." Zaque said as he ran a hand through his hair, a habit of his when he was excited, pushing the already tousled locks back into place.

"Don’t be." Coco shook her head and smiled, returning the energy given to her, "You didn’t even make us wait, I literally just finished ordering food so now, you have no choice, but to wait with us."

"We don’t mind.." Zaque hummed out as he looked down at her, his gaze briefly flicked down to her, trailing down the curve of her neck and then over the soft swell of her bosom.

Wow.. He thought as he swallowed hard, the sight of her skin causing his heart to quicken its pace in his chest, his body growing warm at the sight of her— not expecting to see the valley of her chest through the gap of her linen shirt.

He felt a rush of excitement, his eyes glued on her cleavage a moment too long, lingering on the exposed flesh for a moment before he forced himself to look up.

".. We don’t really mind." Zaque repeated what he said, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his gaze quickly darting back up to her face.

"Still." Coco sighed and shook her head, oblivious to the way Zaque looked at her.

He felt his heart rate increase, his mind filled with thoughts of her and he tried so hard to keep his reaction in check.

However, the image of her cleavage was too distracting to ignore so to keep his control in check, he raised a hand and slapped himself. Hard.

"Zaque?!"