Chapter 41:
Arrogance Is Never Intentional
“......”
“Young Miss, what exactly do you want—”
SLAP!
Eve’s words cut off abruptly. She was seized without warning and forced to demonstrate the strength of the world’s physical laws. Just when she thought that was all, she soon realized she had been far too conservative in her expectations.
A small probe moved ceaselessly across a vast mountain range, searching and exploring untouched territory. Nature’s uncanny craftsmanship was profoundly astonishing.
“Amazing... Is this really human...” Vivian murmured unconsciously. The tactile sensation surpassed even the stress-relief toys sold on the market.
No mistake—she had verified it.
She withdrew her hand and looked up, only to see Eve still wearing the sa unmoved expression. At that mont she resembled a lifeless silicone doll—no matter how she was handled, she remained rely a toy.
Vivian realized sothing was wrong. Her objective had deviated. How had she beco absorbed in entertaining herself?
Her lips twitched. Refusing to accept it, she extended her hand again, this ti applying greater force and brutality while watching for any change in Eve’s expression.
The result was completely useless.
“Can you at least react? Will it kill you?!”
“Ah...” Eve finally returned to herself, a faint glimr of light returning to her dim crimson eyes.
Apologies. Just now she had been contemplating the mysteries of the universe—what life ant and why existence was necessary.
Then she asked calmly, “What reaction does Young Miss wish for from ?”
“?”
Her irritation surged. A sense of defeat arose unbidden. Vivian could not understand—did this woman feel nothing at all? Why was it different from when she had tried before?
(Rub)... it should not be... (pinch)... it should be stimulating...
“At least say sothing!”
“I see...” Eve lowered her head and looked at the small hand still fumbling over her. The clumsy, careless technique could not arouse her in the slightest, so she spoke as though reciting a storybook, devoid of emotion:
“Ah, please be gentler. I cannot endure it anymore. Young Miss is far too skilled. I am about to take on Young Miss’s shape. Ah...”
“Stop stop stop stop stop! I said stop!”
Vivian hurriedly covered Eve’s mouth with the sa hand, frowning as she scolded, “Are you reciting from mory?! That sounds terrible!”
Then she turned away and muttered softly, “What a waste...”
Her cool, calm voice was pleasant to hear, yet her temperant was equally so, rendering such indecent matters utterly uninteresting.
No reaction whatsoever.
Eve now resembled the sort who, despite trying to satisfy others, simply could not understand—an accommodating maid and a Young Miss exerting herself uselessly.
The atmosphere remained quiet for several minutes, broken only by Vivian’s strained breathing as she gritted her teeth.
Once she grew tired and lost all hope, she withdrew her hand—but not before angrily adding another slap—then snorted and retreated.
“Boring.”
“I am very sorry I failed to satisfy Young Miss.”
Vivian glared viciously at her. “And you still talk! You are hardly human! You infuriate !”
Eve did not answer. She silently dressed herself, sowhat laboriously resealing the grand spectacle. During the process it misbehaved, attempting to slip free again, causing the red-haired little girl’s brows to twitch repeatedly.
Shyness never fails to arrive—only late. A belated blush spread across Vivian’s face, though unfortunately it did not match her resentful gaze.
After Eve finished arranging her clothes, she finally replied, “Young Miss need not be angry. After all, not everyone is as erotic as those in Victoria Charm.”
“So you an I am erotic?”
“Is that not the case?” Eve asked in return.
At the ti, rely touching a leg had caused such a commotion. Fortunately, the Study was well soundproofed—otherwise, if soone had passed by and heard the noises inside, would that not have caused an uproar?
Vivian: ?
Well now. Such blunt honesty—unexpectedly refreshing. She had never imagined Eve would say it outright.
“Fine, fine, how dare you say that?!”
Eve blinked and tilted her head innocently. With a single sentence, she extinguished Vivian’s rising anger.
“You said I should express my true thoughts.”
“But you cannot—!” Vivian abruptly stopped, releasing the pillow she had grabbed.
It was as if three black dots drifted above their heads. The awkward atmosphere made Vivian curl her toes, nearly digging a three-bedroom apartnt into the bed.
Silence. A deathly silence. Until the night breeze from the window brushed across Eve’s upper half, reminding her to give the other party an escape.
“Is there a problem, Young Miss?”
“N-No... no problem...”
“You need not doubt yourself excessively. After all, those who are not erotic generally would not easily request others to touch their legs or remove their clothes to grasp—”
Vivian suddenly bared her teeth and hissed, lifting her leg and pressing her jade-like foot directly onto Eve’s mouth. “Silence!”
Although she was angry, Eve’s reasoning—using behavior Vivian herself had requested—shifted her emotions from anger to unwillingness to concede.
The problem could not belong only to her!
With that thought, Vivian revealed a disdainful sneer and retorted in a lofty tone, “Better than being like a lifeless object. I do not know whether your inner thoughts are rich, but all I can see is that hateful face of yours.”
“I am wondering—have you always been like this since childhood? Such a completely unresponsive expression. What did your parents think?”
She continued pressing, “Seeing you so cold, would they not have been disappointed?”
The room suddenly fell quiet.
Seeing she did not respond, Vivian nudged her again with her foot. “Speak. Are you mute? Could it be just as I thought? Were they disappointed too?”
“......”
Although Eve’s expression remained unchanged, the faint light that had returned to her blood-colored eyes dimd again.
She rely raised a hand to adjust the black ribbon at her collar and gently removed the foot resting on her shoulder.
Even her voice softened noticeably. “They passed away long ago. Naturally they cannot see, nor could they express anything.”
The words Vivian was about to continue lodged in her throat. Her mouth opened slightly, arrogance frozen upon her face.
She instinctively looked away, pressing her lips together—glancing toward the distant door, then tentatively back at the white-haired maid.
However, Eve said nothing further. She simply lowered her head slightly, lost in thought.
In the end Vivian squeezed out a sentence. Though stubborn, her voice had softened:
“That is not what I ant... I only wanted to say... you do not have to remain expressionless all the ti.”
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