Chapter 59 : An Outburst After Suppression
“Sleeping that soundly?” Vivian stood with her hands on her hips, scolding viciously. “You are like a pig! Lustful and pigheaded! Pervert! Bastard! Coward!”
Behind her, Sylvia’s voice sounded. As expected, she could not remain unconcerned.
“Young Miss, did sothing happen?”
Without turning her head, Vivian snapped, “Do not ask what you should not ask.”
There was no possibility she would recount what had occurred in the bathroom — even ntioning it would be unbearable. If anyone heard it, she might as well silence them.
She glanced at the plain decor of the room with disdain.
“Take her to my room.”
“Ah?”
“Ah what? Less talking, more doing!” Vivian snorted and strode out.
…
Deep into the night.
The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping. Though the room’s soundproofing was good, the faint scratching of raindrops against the glass could still be heard.
Vivian rather liked this white noise. It steadied her restless heartbeat and offered comfort to her solitary soul.
Listening to the rain, watching droplets form thin lines along the eaves and fall, even the distant city buildings seed almost pleasant.
She moved to open the window, then abruptly shut it again, unwilling to let the damp air invade her room.
After all, there was beauty beside her. Sitting at the bedside like this was enough.
She turned off the bedside lamp.
Half of the white-haired maid’s face sank into darkness. Her furrowed brows rested like fallen leaves over closed eyes.
Using only the faint light from outside, Vivian observed the other side of Eve’s face and murmured softly, “Tch. Why must you be so beautiful? I cannot even stay angry at you…”
Her gaze lingered, sliding from the exquisite face downward — to her chest, to her waist, to the apron-covered abdon.
Suddenly she felt sothing strange, a restlessness that refused to dissipate. Unconsciously, her hand drifted forward.
She pressed lightly against the abdon.
Firm.
Her lips ford a small “o” in surprise.
It was not soft like her own, but solid beneath her palm. The mory of what had happened in the bathroom resurfaced vividly.
At that mont she wanted to trace every inch of that body, to explore it thoroughly, to press her down—
No.
Everyone knew that once a wild thought appeared, it could not simply vanish.
Perhaps she was ill.
She confird this inwardly. Surely… it must be so.
Otherwise, how could she harbor such thoughts toward a maid who constantly challenged her authority?
They were both won. Such matters should not—
Her lips pressed together. Her gaze sharpened.
Her hand slid beneath the hem of the carefully tailored skirt.
The pale skin felt taut and smooth. Her fingers traveled upward along the leg.
When she brushed a certain place, she froze. She knew exactly what it was.
Her face burned, yet her hand did not stop.
Ti passed.
A faint murmur escaped from Eve’s sleeping lips, startling Vivian into stillness.
She looked at the maid’s face — the brows had relaxed slightly.
Was there… a reaction?
Like a snow lotus touched by the warmth of sunset, a subtle glow blood across her serene features.
Vivian shook her head abruptly, withdrew her hand, and lay down beside her.
“Annoying fool. Even asleep you tempt others. You truly have the makings of a pet,” she muttered, pinching Eve’s nose.
Five seconds.
One minute.
Five minutes.
As ti passed, disbelief crept into her expression.
Even as her arm grew tired, there was no response.
Finally she gave up the prank.
There was no weakness to exploit. No pressure seed to disturb her.
Striking her awake…?
No.
It would not suit her style to take advantage.
Clearing her throat lightly, Vivian slipped beneath the blanket and pulled it over them both.
The faint fragrance drifted into her senses. The spread of white hair against the sheets looked strangely harmonious.
The face was simply too beautiful.
Beneath the covers, Vivian took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the warmth rising in her abdon.
She lay on her side, leaving only a palm’s distance between them, staring once more.
“Such a rare treasure. Now that you are in my hands, I will not let you escape easily… Are you fortunate, or unfortunate?”
She answered herself softly.
“You are destined to beco my loyal hound. And I will be your only master.”
“As long as you never betray . Never leave . Never refuse . Never pretend…”
Her voice grew heated despite her exhaustion. Sleep did not co.
It was her first ti sharing a bed with anyone.
Since childhood, her beloved mother had left her. What remained most vividly in mory was resentnt — toward those who had wronged her.
Vivian clenched her teeth, anger simring beneath the surface.
Outside, thunder roared louder, lightning tearing across the sky.
At that sa mont, a pair of crimson eyes opened in the darkness, staring emotionlessly at the ceiling.
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