New World with Four Husbands

Chapter 403: What’s your type? [3]

Coco woke up with a start, the sun was already peeking through the curtains and there were already a few sounds of birds chirping from the window.

She freshened up before she left her room, wearing a comfortable outfit— a loose green linen shirt with black fitted pants, stretchable and snugly around her legs which made it easy to move.

After Heiren dismissed her from the kitchen yesterday, she spent the rest of her day inside her room, reading a book that Alhai suggested for her to read.

When she was called down to eat dinner, Zaque and Heiren were noticeably tense.

She was placed between Zaque and Heiren with Alhai, Quizen, and Renaldo sitting in front of them, then Jacques and Renaldo sat on both far ends of the dining table.

With the married couple and Jonathan staying in their house for a whole week now, the three decided to leave the next day so they announced their plan during dinner— which led to now.

"Good morning, Coco." Quizen greeted her as soon as she walked through the kitchen door.

"Good morning." She smiled and looked past him, her eyes landing on Jacques, Renaldo, and Jonathan packing some food with Heiren helping them. "Are you three leaving right away?"

Jacques perked up and smiled, shaking her head. "Not yet, Zaque insisted for us to stay until breakfast and Heiren wanted us to pack some food."

"Aww, thank you, Zaque, Heiren." Coco was quick to divert her attention to the two mediators.

Zaque nodded his head and flashed her a small smile, still tense and slightly upset by her yesterday’s shenanigans, but couldn’t ignore her. "You’re welcome, dear wife."

"I wouldn’t let you friends be sent off without food." Heiren stated bluntly, huffing through his nose as he turned his head away from Coco, letting her know that he was also still upset by what she asked yesterday.

The other five inside the kitchen felt that something was off with Zaque, Heiren, and Coco, but they didn’t pry.

All they could do is observe the behavior of the mediators while Coco remained as.. Coco? Nothing seemed to change from her behavior except for the fact that she’s totally fine with Zaque and Heiren looking like pouting children.

"Okay then." Coco hummed and walked over to the table. "Let’s eat. After that, I’ll go with Jacques, Renaldo, and Jonathan."

"Oh, in that case!" Quizen perked up and followed behind Coco, slipping on the seat beside her. "I’ll come, too!"

"Then, I’ll—"

"We’ll go—"

"Nope, only Quizen will come with us." Coco agreed to Quizen’s wish and blatantly shot down Zaque’s and Alhai’s wishes to come with her.

The only reason why she rejected them was because she needed alone time to ask Quizen the same question she asked the two mediators yesterday and hopefully.. Quizen would answer her without turning her away.

The breakfast soon started and finished before she could think about it.

The carriage arrived and the five of them rushed inside the vehicle, then they were off to where Coco’s friends will be staying in the city for a while.

The journey towards their home didn’t even take them ten whole minutes.

"You’re this close to Zaque’s house?" Coco asked, completely surprised at the short distance between their houses, not expecting the carriage ride to be that short.

Jacques was the last to leave the carriage and merely laughed. "Sure do!"

Renaldo closed the door and smiled at Coco, then he turned to the coachman and said something, but Coco couldn’t hear because the carriage was already moving, slowly, but it was enough to block off the noises outside.

"They tricked me!" Coco gasped, slumping in her seat and crossed her arms.

"They didn’t." Quizen hummed, smiling.

The sight of Coco looking like she was sulking gave him a boost of serotonin because who would have thought that she would look this cute while doing so?

"What do you mean they didn’t?" Coco scoffed, but the sound was lighthearted.

"They were telling us how long it would take if we just walked today, but you insisted on riding a carriage because you were worried about their luggage." Quizen pointed out, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"Yeah, well.. Have you seen how big their bags are?" Coco tried to defend herself, but she knew she was losing this one.

"Hm, my point still stands, wife." Quizen hummed, shaking his head.

"Whatever.." She mumbled, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked away from and kept her gaze on the window, watching as the carriage circled around the fountain in the market.

Then, as the wooden vehicle went back to the tracks to their house, she remembered something important.

"By the way, Quizen." She started, sitting upright in her seat and glanced at the fourth husband, blinking owlishly towards his way. "The reason why I refused the other husbands to come was because I wanted to ask you something."

Quizen tilted his head, his hands going inside the sleeve of his shirt and nodded. "Sure, ask away, dear wife."

Though, even if he did tell her to ask what she wanted to ask, there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that telling him whatever she wanted to know would make him upset.

However, he was also curious about what the question would be.

"What’s your type? In a spouse, I mean." Coco asked, dropping the big question that caused the other two mediators upset for some unknown reason— well, maybe she knows why Zaque was upset, but still.

Almost immediately, Quizen’s face contorted into a frown.

Uh, oh.. Coco though, her body going stiff at the look of disbelief on the mediator’s face.

"I didn’t mean it the bad way!" She quickly quipped, laughing nervously. "I was just curious, you know? I want to help you find someone to marry!"

Quizen’s eyes narrowed into a glare, making Coco flinch, and not a second after, the carriage stopped moving.

He was the first to leave the carriage.