"Beep~"
The call was hung up immediately.
Seeing this, Gwen couldn't help but tilt her head:
"Did someone call you?"
"Just a spam call, nothing important."
Peter brushed past this part without leaving any trace of acting, his face immediately breaking into an incredibly natural smile.
He felt his current state of mind was as steady as an old dog, and he even wanted to laugh a little.
Although the situation was a bit tricky, it was still much better than last time.
The last incident with Gwen and Felicia had already set a precedent for him.
With that experience under his belt, his ability to handle such things was no longer zero.
Besides, he had already laid the groundwork beforehand; if it hadn't been for the incident with Solus, the three women might have already met.
Furthermore, with Felicia as a "precedent," Gwen's acceptance of such things must have improved by more than one level.
So... today, he would solve this once and for all!
Having made up his mind, Peter did not hesitate in his actions.
He directly ignored Sif, who was standing at the doorway with her arms crossed, wearing an "I'm very unhappy" expression.
He stepped right past her and walked straight toward Gwen and Felicia.
"You're here."
He naturally took each of the two women's hands, a warm, spring-breeze-like smile on his face, his tone full of intimacy and concern:
"I've been busy with the parallel Universe and George's election campaign lately, so I haven't had much time to spend with you two. It's truly a sin."
"Since you're here, why don't you stay for dinner tonight? It just so happens I haven't shown off my cooking skills in a while. I'll whip something up for you today. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I guarantee I'll satisfy all your cravings in one go."
The series of sweet nothings and concern made the two women struggle to suppress their smiles.
Gwen and Felicia exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of undisguised amusement and satisfaction in each other's eyes.
This was actually the attitude they wanted!
They weren't afraid of other women appearing around Peter; they were only afraid that Peter would have his attention stolen by some vixen and no longer care about them.
Correspondingly, as long as the two of them were always ranked first, then if there were a few more sisters later, it seemed... not entirely unacceptable?
After all, if Gwen were truly the jealous type who couldn't tolerate any sand in her eyes, then from the moment Felicia appeared, her story with Peter would have ended.
On the other side, Sif, standing at the doorway and being treated like transparent air, had a complexion that could no longer be described as just ugly.
Who was she?
The dignified Valkyrie of Asgard! The brightest pearl of the Heavenly Palace!
In Asgard, what man didn't cater to her every whim and try every way to please her?
Yet upon arriving in Midgard, in front of this man, she was actually ignored?
She couldn't swallow this insult!
"Hey!"
Sif finally couldn't hold back. She stomped her foot heavily, making a dull thud, her tone filled with the anger of being offended.
"Peter! Didn't you see me?!"
Upon hearing this, Peter showed no trace of worry or fear, only speaking lightly:
"I saw you."
"Then why don't you... why don't you treat me the same way you treat them?!"
"That, huh."
Peter's expression at this moment was truly a textbook example of a scumbag:
"You know how it is; there are priorities. If you're not satisfied, you can leave right now."
His tone remained calm, yet it carried an underlying, unquestionable dominance:
"If there's anything, we can talk about it later."
"I..."
Aggrieved.
Sif felt so aggrieved.
Tears were even faintly beginning to well up in her eyes.
But as it happened, she was exactly the type to fall for this; women of Asgard had always been the type to yield to the tough rather than the soft.
If Peter had really used sweet talk and concern on her, she might have instead despised him in her heart and become even more pushy.
But Peter's current, unquestionable, domineering stance instead reminded her of the heroism and fearlessness he had shown when fighting Solus earlier.
At the same time, it reinforced the belief in Sif's heart that "this man is one of a kind in this world, and I must win him over."
Thus, even though she was stomping her feet in anger, she still stubbornly said:
"Why should I leave! I'm staying right here. I want to see what else you can say to them! I want to see how they could possibly compare to me!"
Hmm, she looked exactly like a defeated golden-haired puppy...
On the other side, seeing this, Felicia couldn't help but find it funny.
She couldn't resist leaning into Peter's ear and whispered a tease, audible only to the two of them:
"Not bad, you're getting better and better at this."
"A PUA master, are you? You've got the little princess of Asgard wrapped around your finger just like that?"
Upon hearing this, the corners of Peter's mouth curled up imperceptibly.
On the surface, he acted as if he didn't know what she was talking about, merely shrugging lightly at Sif:
"Suit yourself."
Seeing him like this, Felicia rolled her eyes, turned back to give Sif a provocative look, and then linked her arm with Peter's, pressing her body completely against him.
This provocative move made Sif furious; she really wished she could rush up and strike Felicia with her sword right now.
"Alright, stop teasing her."
Gwen looked at Sif, who looked like she was about to cry, and ultimately felt a bit of pity in her heart.
She rolled her eyes at Felicia and then looked at Sif, saying:
"Ms. Sif, right?"
"I've heard Peter mention your deeds. You're a very heroic female warrior, and Felicia and I would be happy to be friends with you."
"So, would you like to stay for dinner? I guarantee, Peter's cooking skills will absolutely amaze you!"
Gwen had already taken the initiative to extend goodwill, even subtly expressing that as long as Sif was willing to behave and not cause them trouble, she was willing to tacitly accept the relationship between Peter and Sif.
This was already the greatest concession she could make.
Any woman with a shred of intelligence would have taken the opportunity to step down at this moment.
But what Gwen never expected was...
Sif was not an ordinary person.
This Valkyrie of Asgard had a uniquely eccentric way of thinking.
Upon hearing Gwen's words, not only did Sif not appreciate it, but she instantly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She suddenly straightened her back, her face returning to that arrogant and stubborn expression:
"The gods of Asgard do not need sympathy or pity!"
She lifted her chin like a proud peacock, looking at Gwen and Felicia with a scrutinizing gaze.
"In Asgard, only the strong have the qualification to stand by the side of the strong!"
"Want to be friends with me, want to share Peter with me?"
Speaking of this, she sneered and suddenly gestured with her right hand.
Hum~
A soft chime.
A long sword with an ancient, ornate design and a delicate small round shield appeared out of thin air in her hands.
She pointed the tip of her sword at Gwen and Felicia, the fighting spirit in her eyes burning fiercely.
"Then let our strength do the talking!"