“I really am cheap.”
As she spoke, Rosalind leaned close to Sylvia’s cold, beautiful face and blew gently at her.
Sylvia frowned silently, turning her head away with a trace of disgust.
“You willingly degraded yourself, so I won’t bother saying more. Don’t come to see me again.”
“Humph~”
Rosalind snorted lightly, covering her face with a charming smile.
“You’re a bit too narcissistic, aren’t you? Did I come to see you? After what you did to me back then, I never wanted to see you again in this lifetime.”
“Is that what you mean? That what I did back then was wrong?”
Sylvia retorted.
“I never said that.”
Rosalind smiled sarcastically.
“After all, you are the matriarch of the Odeshu Fanke family, and now the Holy Throne of the Holy Light Church. As your so-called younger sister, isn’t it only natural for you to control me as you please?”
Sylvia listened to Rosalind’s words, and after a long silence, finally let out a soft sigh.
“You were too wild. Back then, I only did it to make you settle down.”
Hearing this, Rosalind was so amused by her shameless sister that she burst into laughter.
“Hahahahaha.”
Covering her eager, bouncing breasts, Rosalind wiped the corner of her eye, her natural charm unintentionally flowing out.
“What are you laughing at?”
“My good sister, are you saying that arranging a husband for me back then was for my own good?”
“…”
While Sylvia remained silent, Rosalind stepped forward on lotus-like steps and gently poked Sylvia’s ample chest.
“So your conscience was already fed to the dogs back then, huh~”
“Clinging to Lainie like a lapdog, becoming the matriarch and then immediately kicking me to some wild man, even arranging a wild child for me.”
“You truly are a calculating b*tch~”
Fortunately, there was no one else around the two of them, or they’d be scared weak in the knees by Rosalind’s wild arrogance.
Good grief… Insulting the Holy Throne to her face, are you Fara reborn?
Yet Sylvia showed not a trace of anger.
On the contrary, a crack appeared on her cold face.
“Think whatever you want, but let me tell you a fact.”
She looked at Rosalind, her words merciless.
“You’ve always been just a passerby in Lainie’s life. I am the important one who accompanied her on her journey. I have no reason to frame you because of Lainie. You really are overthinking things.”
Lies don’t hurt—truth is the sharpest blade.
At least at this moment, Rosalind was truly wounded by Sylvia.
“I arranged your family not to control you, but to let you live more comfortably. But seeing how happily debauched you are now, I probably worried too much back then.”
“Even the Holy Child of the Cathedral and Lainie’s child—you’ve tried to seduce them all. You must have lived quite the satisfying life all these years, haven’t you?”
Sylvia’s words hurt her heart, but also thoroughly stirred up the evil fire inside her.
“My good sister, I have to admit, that last sentence you said is absolutely true.”
Rosalind licked her lips.
“Over the years, I’ve slept with so many people I can’t even count them myself. So many have rested their heads on my arm, kissed my lips, and I’ve long forgotten them all by the next morning.”
“But I still have a habit I can’t quit. Want to guess what it is?”
Sylvia silently took half a step back, putting distance between herself and this depraved woman. Looking at her now, a mix of emotions welled up inside.
“Forget it. Anyway, an old virgin like you could never understand my pleasure.”
Rosalind laughed.
“My favorite is good children like Lord Roman—pure, delicate, gentle, and lovable.”
“Helping such a child lose his innocence, riding on him and watching his frowning, hesitant, yet yearning and unbearable expression—it’s my greatest pleasure.”
“I suppose Lord Roman still isn’t a real man yet? No problem, I’ll teach him thoroughly~”
Sylvia listened to these increasingly outrageous words and finally couldn’t help but stab back coldly.
“You’re worrying too much. His Highness has long since ceased to be a pure child.”
It was hard to say who was more wounded by this—Sylvia’s face was sullen after she finished.
“Last warning: stay away from my child. Even if you’re my real sister, I won’t show mercy again.”
“Oh. How scary~”
Rosalind twisted her enchanting, supple body, her slender waist swaying bonelessly.
“So Lord Roman has already done such things with someone else?”
“But when Lord Roman did it, was he the submissive one?”
“What kind of useless man is that? What I want to teach His Highness is to make him a real man.”
And besides, I need your help, Sister.
If that child could conquer even you, the delight would be indescribable…
The last sentence, Rosalind thought in her heart.
“Humph. If you like dreaming so much, then dream on. I’m done here.”
Sylvia swept her sleeve.
Rosalind watched Sylvia’s figure fade into the distance.
Only after she completely disappeared did Rosalind retract her gaze.
Looking down at the dance floor, at Roman and Milis’s little secret interactions, her mood suddenly brightened.
This child…seems to have learned without a teacher.
But… needs even more guidance.
When she came here, she wasn’t entirely clueless—in fact, she’d done some research.
For example, the Countess she dueled with today was, in a certain sense, Roman’s first master.
Without even thinking, it was obvious Roman was already her guest of honor in bed.
But…that girl was so selfish.
Roman is a treasure left to this world by Fara—how could you monopolize him?
Rosalind shook her fan, her lower body growing muddier and hotter, her thighs unconsciously parting outward as the skin at their base rubbed together.
Sylvia was right.
She was a dog that couldn’t lick enough, so now she set her eyes on Roman again.
Lainie… I’ll take good care of your child.
Rosalind swore.
On the dance floor below, the song finally ended.
Milis, holding Roman’s arm, slowly stood still.
Aside from Rosalind, no one noticed Milis’s legs trembling under her long dress.
If Roman hadn’t supported her, she might’ve collapsed onto the floor like a duck at any moment.
As if to reward Milis for her obedient reactions, Roman leaned close and gently touched her cheek.
Milis felt dizzy, her mind soaring sky-high and plummeting, her body as light as if it didn’t belong to her.