Chapter 504
Three days? It’s been three days since I last bathed. No wonder I feel a bit off...
“Ah, that’s not what I meant, Lord Xia’er.” Tara watched Xia’er’s movements, fearing he might think she was complaining about him. She quickly added, “I’ve checked every day, and I can assure you, you smell nice.”
Xia’er: “?”
What do you do every day?
Xia’er’s gaze turned suspicious, while Tara, standing before him, was already drenched in sweat.
Oh no!
Now the Mother Goddess will definitely think I’m a pervert!
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PS1:
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Break the bias! Updates will continue at the beginning of the month! Maybe even extra updates!
I boldly ask for votes at the start of the month!
I’ll keep updating in the next few days, but I might stockpile some chapters to prepare for the upcoming move and adjust my schedule.
I’ll definitely move before the 10th, but I haven’t decided on the exact day yet.
If I can add more updates, I will!
Good night!
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Chapter 262: “I Love You.” (4023 words)
(The balance of predetermined points has been corrected from 402 to 392; I forgot to account for the 10 points consumed in the simulation, sorry.)
After borrowing Tara’s bathroom for a quick wash and changing into a dress that Tara had already cleaned by hand, Xia’er stepped out of the house with Tara.
As the sunlight hit her face, a hint of relief appeared on Xia’er’s slightly pale features.
Though her body felt a bit weak, compared to her previous state, Xia’er could still lift two Taras with ease.
However, just as they stepped outside, Xia’er wrinkled her nose slightly, as if catching a whiff of something.
“Is something burning?” Xia’er asked, detecting a strange, charred smell, scanning the area for the source.
At that moment, Tara, who had been following closely behind Xia’er, finally realized what was happening and quickly exclaimed, “I’m sorry, Lord Xia’er! I forgot I was still cooking the potato meat soup for you...”
Tara hurriedly opened the door again and rushed to the kitchen to turn off the fire. The “potato soup” in the pot had already turned into a charred mess.
Looking at the contents of the pot, Xia’er, feeling a bit lightheaded, asked casually, “Is this what you feed me every day?”
“No, no, no! That’s not it, Lord Xia’er! I usually make the potato meat soup, then mash it all into a paste to feed you...” Tara shook her head vigorously, denying it. “It’s perfectly normal and quite delicious food.”
Normal? It should be, but delicious... I’ll take your word for it.
Once outside again, Xia’er took a deep breath, trying to adjust her mood.
With Qiangyin gone, the heavy burden that had weighed on Xia’er’s heart was lifted, allowing her to relax a little.
But now, she needed to keep her thoughts in check.
At times like this, she couldn’t afford to let her guard down. Even though Qiangyin was dead, she had to ensure that any lingering issues he left behind were resolved before she could truly feel at ease.
“Let’s go to Aivina’s house,” Xia’er said.
At this time... Aivina should have already moved into her new home.
But Tara interjected, reminding Xia’er, “Lord Xia’er, Aivina hasn’t moved there yet; she’s still living at the Russell Duke’s residence,” Tara explained. “As for Miss Adele and Miss Amy, they’ve each moved to their previously rented new places.”
During Xia’er’s unconsciousness, Tara hadn’t been idle.
To better protect Xia’er, she hastily wrote a letter and summoned a former student from elsewhere to help gather information and secretly guard the house.
But now that Lord Xia’er had awakened, it was probably time to send that cardinal back.
“Is that so...” Xia’er nodded. After a moment of thought, she said, “Then let’s go to the Russell Duke’s residence.”
Duke Charles would eventually meet her again; there was no escaping that, after all, he was Aivina’s biological father.
Moreover, Xia’er wanted to check on Aivina’s current state... If she didn’t see Aivina, she would feel a bit uneasy.
Tara hailed a carriage, and it took Xia’er and Tara toward the Russell Duke’s residence.
About fifteen minutes later, the carriage stopped in front of a luxurious estate. After paying the fare, Xia’er led Tara toward the entrance.
A guard noticed Xia’er approaching and was about to step forward to stop her, but upon accidentally making eye contact, he instinctively took a deep breath and stepped back, raising his firearm to aim at Xia’er.
“Don’t... don’t come any closer!” Fear had almost completely taken over the guard, as if he would shoot at the slightest movement from Xia’er.
Seeing this, Xia’er sighed softly, lowering her gaze.
It had been so long since she emerged from that strange dream that she had almost forgotten how most people in the city viewed her, especially in the West District, where many had been affected by her “kryptonite” multiple times.
She would have to be particularly cautious about this issue... With her system skill, [Charm], combined with the [Kryptonite] effect, her presence would be especially conspicuous.
Before Xia’er could speak, Tara stepped forward, arms outstretched, blocking Xia’er. She spoke sharply, “How dare you! You disrespect Lord Xia’er?!”
To Tara, ordinary people with misguided beliefs and no abilities or knowledge were no different from ants. For such ants to disrespect Lord Xia’er was a slap in her face.
Xia’er gently placed her hand on Tara’s soft shoulder, patting her lightly to calm the agitated Tara. Tara lowered her head slightly and said, “I’m a friend of Miss Aivina. Could you please go in and announce my arrival? Just say Xia’er is here.”
“Uh... uh...” The guard, finally realizing he was aiming at a young girl, quickly lowered his weapon, saying, “I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to offend you... I’ll have someone notify Miss Aivina right away.”
At this point, the guard still didn’t understand why he had felt such sudden fear, but he instinctively avoided looking in the direction of the red-haired girl, as if she had left him with a psychological scar.
At the same time, he silently regretted his actions.
Oh, God... I can’t believe I aimed my gun at such a kind and gentle girl... Who knows what got into me just now.
The guard called over a maid, instructing her to go inside and announce the visitor.
The maid hurried into the estate, inquiring with a few other maids and learning that Aivina had finished her meal and gone to the study. She made her way to the study door and gently knocked.
Knock, knock, knock—
“Come in.”
Inside the study, the maid opened the door quietly. After a brief, hushed conversation, the maid closed the door and approached Aivina, who was writing at her desk, bowing her head as she spoke:
“Miss, there’s a visitor for you. They claim to be Xia’er.”
Tap—
Aivina, who had been writing elegant characters on the paper, instinctively slammed her pen down upon hearing that name, not even caring that the ink smudged her carefully crafted letters, and stood up abruptly.
The study was quiet, and the maid, startled by Aivina’s sudden movement, took a step back. She looked up at Aivina and quietly asked, “Miss... are you alright?”
“I’m fine...” Aivina realized her rudeness. She raised her right hand to remove her glasses but found nothing there. Instead, she swept her long hair behind her ear with her right hand and let it fall, gripping her skirt.
“Bring her in.” Aivina bit her lip.
She had longed to see Xia’er again and missed her dearly, but now that Xia’er was actually here, Aivina felt a flicker of resentment for Xia’er’s abrupt departure.
But just as the maid turned to leave, Aivina, arms crossed, couldn’t suppress her eagerness to see Xia’er and began pacing anxiously.
As the maid tiptoed to the door and opened it, Aivina finally couldn’t hold back any longer. She lifted her skirt and dashed toward the entrance.
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