Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess! Chapter 218 - 163: I Will Strike in the Form of a Minotaur

Chapter 218: Chapter 163: I Will Strike in the Form of a Minotaur

Lynn didn’t understand what had gotten into him, why he had suddenly said those words.

Perhaps it was because of Princess’s indifference and distance in the carriage, or perhaps it was so kind of compensation for her loss to the Witch Miss.

The people around involuntarily fell into silence, looking at him with various expressions.

Especially Hillena, the Great Imperial Princess, her gaze was filled with frustration and helplessness, as if she regretted why she had to stir up trouble.

She had always known that this guy was definitely not an easy one.

However, at this mont, being the female protagonist of this interlude, Ivyst remained silent for a long ti.

Although Lynn had cast such a fervent gaze at her for the first ti, surprisingly, she had no reaction whatsoever.

It seed as if the sickly woman who used to be emotionally moved by Lynn’s desire no longer existed.

“Thank you.”

Ivyst softly spoke in response to Lynn’s nearly confessional passionate words.

Graceful yet without losing a hint of decorum, leaving no room for criticism.

However, the fact that there was no criticism to make was the biggest issue of all.

The atmosphere imdiately beca awkward.

How… could this be?

Was this still the Ivyst he knew?!

Sensing the abnormality in Ivyst’s behavior, Lynn absurdly felt a sense of the absurd.

Even though the scent of roses lingered clearly at the tip of his nose and those lips he had kissed countless tis before were, as usual, glossy with a moist sheen, making one subconsciously want to engulf them.

A hint of irritation subtly erged in Lynn’s heart.

As if this was the first ti sothing had gone beyond his expectations.

As for Ivyst’s reaction, he wasn’t actually unable to understand it.

It seed that the blow and harm from losing to the Witch Miss were far beyond his anticipation.

But now, where was this inexplicable panic and irritation coming from within him?

Was he angry at her current indifferent response?

Why?

For a mont, Lynn’s brow furrowed tightly, his mind filled with confusion.

As for Ivyst, she didn’t linger her gaze on him for too long, calmly raising her head, looking at Hillena, “Can this boring little ga end now?”

Hearing this, Hillena sighed.

“Have fun.”

Saying so, she turned to leave, surrounded by several noble young ladies.

However, before she could turn around, she heard Ivyst speak again, “The banquet can be held at any ti, but I did not co here today for such trivial matters.”

“Hillena, I have sothing to ask you.”

Hearing Ivyst’s icy words, Hillena paused for a few seconds, then understood.

No wonder Ivyst had agreed to attend tonight’s banquet.

The real motive was never about the wine.

With this in mind, Hillena quietly said a few words to the noble young ladies by her side.

After they scattered and left, she then glanced at Ivyst and the silently watching Lynn.

“Co with ,” she said softly.

But unexpectedly, Ivyst glanced at Lynn, “You stay.”

Saying so, without caring about Lynn’s expression at the mont, she silently followed Hillena upstairs.

After reaching the third floor, the noise and commotion lingering in her ears gradually quieted down.

“Let’s talk in my study,” Hillena suggested, pointing to a room in the distance.

But for so reason, Ivyst suddenly frowned, “Where is the restroom?”

Restroom?

As a Sixth Rank Transcendent, her life level had surpassed ordinary humans, and she was supposed to have abandoned such physiological phenona like excretion.

Confused yet, Hillena pointed towards the end of the hallway.

Monts later, Ivyst appeared in the restroom, her expression icy.

Carefully locking the door, ensuring no one could intrude, she finally let out a slight breath of relief.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Ivyst’s previously calm and frosty expression finally relaxed.

After a rustling sound, a piece of warm, purple fabric appeared in Ivyst’s palm.

On the fabric, there were faint traces of moisture spots.

In the mirror, Ivyst’s originally fair face seed to suddenly overload, tinted with a crimson hue, incredibly stunning.

The distant gaze she had maintained deliberately in front of Lynn could no longer be feigned.

In just a few seconds, her crimson beautiful eyes misted over with a thin layer of moisture, becoming blurred and entrancing, full of emotional agitation.

“Ah…”

Recalling the way her lovely little puppy wagged its tail in front of her begging for love, she subconsciously reached beneath her gown.

Clearly, she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface regarding Lynn’s words earlier.

In fact, her heart was filled with excitent and burgeoning desire.

Had there not been people around just before, she might have already shown her wildest side to Lynn.

But all this ultimately did not happen.

After all, Ivyst had already prepared a plan for herself.

In this plan, including the conflict last night and removing the Curse Mark on her face to restore the appearance similar to the Doomsday Witch, every step was essential.

Only by defeating the self-doubt and timidity that haunted her for over twenty years could she be sure of victory the next ti she faced that despicable woman.

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