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Chapter 52 : Too Emotional, Sister

“But that is also very unfair.”

Vivian’s voice grew softer, warm breath brushing across Eve’s face. “I spent years learning etiquette and knowledge, constantly practicing, doing everything possible to package myself.”

Her finger stopped at Eve’s throat.

“And you — you only need to stand there. You do not even have to do anything, yet you can draw their attention.” As Vivian said this, her expression beca complicated.

“When those maids were all looking at you just now… honestly, I even felt a little jealous.”

“But then I thought about it — am I crazy? What a joke. Jealous of my own maid?”

Vivian let out a light laugh, pleasant as music, accompanied by warmth that seed to tug unconsciously at Eve’s red lips.

“I am rely a maid, Young Miss.”

“No.” Vivian shook her head. Several strands of red hair slipped over her shoulder and brushed Eve’s cheek.

She suddenly increased the pressure of her hand. Though resting on the throat, it was not rough, but carried a deliberate emphasis.

“Look at .”

Eve raised her eyes again. Their gazes t.

“Answer

again,” Vivian asked slowly, word by word. “What are you?”

Silence followed — the sa silence. The maid did not reply imdiately, perhaps considering how to answer. It lasted long enough that Vivian thought she would not respond at all, faint disappointnt appearing in her eyes.

The hand on her neck changed to a gentle grip.

“I am Eve, your exclusive Personal Maid.”

The words fell. Though the tone remained emotionless, Vivian’s pupils widened instantly. She froze, her heartbeat falling into disorder.

For a brief mont she could not react, as though her mind had lost connection to its server.

The one who caused it all did not understand what impact her calm statent had produced. From beginning to end, she had only been stating facts.

Yet to Vivian, it was not rely a cold fact. In her bright eyes, that picturesque face was steadily reflected, while she repeated the sentence again and again in her mind.

Yes… this person was stunning, flawless aside from her personality — yet right now, she was still her Personal Maid.

No… that was not enough. If she were satisfied with only that, would she not be no different from a child without awareness? She wanted to turn her into sothing exclusive… a possession.

A private possession even more beautiful than those antique paintings she collected.

Thinking this, Vivian’s smile grew stronger — almost to a pathological degree.

Because she had lowered her head, nearly buried in that magnificent softness, Eve could not see it. She could only feel the person on top of her trembling from ti to ti.

Eve parted her lips slightly, confusion in her eyes. What was she doing now? It felt strange — even the withdrawal reaction she experienced from not drinking blood for a long ti had never been this severe.

Seeing that Vivian showed no sign of stopping, Eve could not help asking, “Young Miss, are you conscious?”

Instantly Vivian halted. Two and a half seconds later she raised her head sharply, dilated pupils staring at Eve with resentnt like ancient hatred.

Eve interpreted it differently — was she trying to scare her?

If it was only this level, not only was she not frightened, she felt no pressure at all.

But the next mont, Vivian shifted her legs, clamping Eve’s waist and rubbing against her in a strange manner.

Eve’s autonomous defense system triggered. Instinctively she placed her hand there to block it — she swore it was not intentional, rely automatic target locking.

“Where are you putting your hand?” Vivian raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming. “I do not recall allowing you to touch yet.”

“Young Miss, it was not my intention.”

Did she believe that herself? She had not moved her hand away either.

“You moved first.”

Anyone could see that Eve rely intended to prevent inappropriate behavior. Still, objectively speaking, the thick stockings felt rather good.

Smooth, and carrying the warmth of their owner.

Vivian did not refute it — she had indeed done it on purpose. She simply had not expected that without even speaking, this person would directly place her hand there.

Explaining it seriously made her both annoyed and amused.

“Hmph, pretending. Do you think I cannot see through your disguise?” Vivian smiled disdainfully, lightly patting her cheek, her tone rising provocatively. “Let

ask differently then. Since things have co to this, do you want to keep touching?”

“Think carefully before answering. If you continue trying to be hypocritical, you will not get another chance…”

Vivian deliberately drew out her voice. She refused to believe this would not tempt her.

After all, to make soone offer loyalty like a dog, one must first present sufficient bait — not empty force. That thod did not work on Eve, and Vivian knew it clearly.

“……”

“Not speaking? Do you have concerns? Or are you still unwilling to abandon that pure facade of yours?”

Her left hand supported her cheek, chin resting on that fullness, while her right fingertip traced circles on Eve’s face. “Before I change my mind, co on — let

hear your depraved answer loyal to desire.”

“……”

“3… 2… 1… 0.8… 0.5… tch!” Vivian frowned, suddenly raising her voice and pointing at Eve’s nose. “Speak! Do not make

scold you!”

At that mont, the air in the Study froze.

Eve’s lips opened, closed, then opened again — tiny movents nearly impossible to notice.

But Vivian was almost face to face with her, and could not hide the anticipation in her heart.

Normally steady as stone, Eve could have continued pretending and refused.

But since it had co this far, she decided to follow her heart instead.

“Yes.”

“What? Too quiet, I cannot hear it. Say it again!” Vivian demanded, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

“Yes,” Eve repeated.

Vivian released a long sigh mixed with laughter. Her expression returned to its usual lofty composure.

Relaxing her body, she lay against Eve, only her head not touching.

“Very good. Excellent,” she whispered. Her fingers left Eve’s cheek and instead grabbed Eve’s hand, forcefully guiding it to press fully against her thigh.

“Young Miss, wait—”

“Silence! Do not act modest after gaining an advantage.”

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