Obviously, arguing with Lady Catherine, a scholar, was a highly irrational act.
Because the other party could always strike directly at the opponent’s G-spot, Sylvia was left speechless after just a few exchanges.
Especially that phrase ‘perverted possessiveness’—it stabbed straight into her heart.
For a moment, Sylvia felt so ashamed she almost wanted to snap.
Possessiveness was one thing, but adding the word ‘perverted’—did that mean, in her eyes, the Holy Throne was someone with a twisted fondness for children?
Come to think of it, isn’t Lady Catherine the real pervert here?
She actually slept with her niece’s man!
“Hmph.”
Forcing herself to stay calm, Sylvia responded.
“Naturally, I feel the same. As long as it’s good for Roman, nothing else matters.”
“But, the relationship between your niece and Roman, at least for now, doesn’t seem like a good thing for him.”
Sylvia added softly at the end.
“Is that your reason for letting her and Milis harm each other?”
Lady Catherine questioned.
Sylvia was silent for a moment before replying.
“Roman was present at the time, so that’s why I acted that way.”
Hearing this, Lady Catherine said nothing, but the angle at which her lips curled was extremely mocking from Sylvia’s perspective.
“Fine. If you think there’s a problem with my actions, then so be it.”
Sylvia couldn’t be bothered to argue and simply spoke.
However, Lady Catherine regarded her with a strange gaze, as if wondering whether the person before her was truly the Holy Throne.
“You… need something from me?”
She asked.
“Must you say it out loud?”
Sylvia sighed, then reached out to Lady Catherine, gesturing for her to sit.
Lady Catherine nodded, accepting the sincerity, and moved her mature, voluptuous figure to the chair opposite Sylvia.
Lifting her skirt above her hips with both hands, Lady Catherine sat elegantly, placing her hands on her thighs, her posture proper and manner graceful.
Her clothing was equally modest and proper, a form-fitting black chiffon dress covering her from neck to ankle, with not a hint of skin exposed except at the neck.
Sylvia silently observed the elegant noblewoman before her.
Every movement was filled with classic beauty—who could imagine that this was the same Mother Pillar who had ridden atop Roman in such lewd abandon?
“I did invite you here because I have something to ask of you.”
As for what it was, both of them understood perfectly well.
Lady Catherine recalled Sylvia’s promise from the previous night and couldn’t help but touch the ring on her left hand with her right, trying to conceal her rising emotions.
“I hope you’ll serve as Roman’s Tutor in the Holy City.”
Sylvia pushed a prepared teacup towards Lady Catherine, speaking seriously.
“How long would that be?”
Lady Catherine asked.
“At least about a month.”
Sylvia replied.
About a month…
Hearing this, Lady Catherine couldn’t deny being tempted, but her kind heart was uneasy about leaving her niece Luo Xiya alone in the territory.
Besides, she felt Sylvia was too agreeable today, as if she held some weakness and needed her help.
“Is there anything you’re dissatisfied with?”
Sylvia caught the wavering in Catherine’s eyes and questioned immediately.
Lady Catherine shook her head.
Then she asked calmly:
“Did you give Roman some kind of promise? Otherwise, as a mere Mother Pillar in your eyes, you’ve been far too polite to me tonight.”
Hearing this, Sylvia looked at the seemingly elegant noblewoman before her and couldn’t help but feel a bit amused.
Was she still holding a grudge over what was said that night?
Sylvia, however, was the type to let things go.
She seriously picked up the tea in front of her and approached Lady Catherine.
“If I was disrespectful before, I ask for your forgiveness, Madam.”
Lady Catherine immediately felt awkward.
Her previously calm expression turned odd at Sylvia’s action.
After all, she was only a noblewoman of the Kelden family—how could she accept such honor from the Holy Throne?
She quickly stood and accepted the tea from Sylvia.
“You don’t have to do this.”
Lady Catherine said.
However, Sylvia’s lips curled in a triumphant smile.
“Then, from now on, Roman will be entrusted to you, Madam. You’ll have to take responsibility for him.”
Lady Catherine stared blankly at the tea Sylvia handed her, then sighed helplessly before drinking.
“I agree, but before that, I must first ensure my niece’s safety.”
“Of course.”
Sylvia spread her hands.
Draining the tea, Lady Catherine pouted slightly in frustration.
She hadn’t realized it earlier, but now it hit her—Sylvia’s attitude just now was completely that of Roman’s mother…
Shaking her head with a soft laugh, Lady Catherine looked up at the familiar starry sky, wondering where Luo Xiya had gone.
Veronica had told her that Luo Xiya wanted to be alone for a while.
Lady Catherine thought she was truly naive—once a child with that temperament became troubled, how could a simple walk clear it up?
***
The night always brings a sense of quiet, and in silence, time slips away unnoticed.
Just like the two still entangled, completely unaware that dawn was approaching.
They reached their peak together once again.
Roman’s hands left countless faint red marks across Luo Xiya’s pale back.
For the final time, Luo Xiya used her flexible body to perform an impossible move, pinning Roman against the wall in a split—unable to move.
Bathed in the lingering afterglow, neither of them could speak.
After a long time, Luo Xiya silently wiped the sweat from Roman’s brow.
Just moments ago, they had been so close, but now both felt quiet and low.
Because they knew—the time to part had come again.
Biting Roman’s ear, Luo Xiya hesitated for a long while before whispering to him.
“In the days when I’m not here, you must take care of yourself.”
“If you’re too shy and polite with the people here, they’ll just look down on you. You have to learn to be dignified…”
“And no matter what happens, your own safety is always more important than anything else. Don’t do foolish things for the sake of meaningless things.”
Her words were veiled, but Roman understood her meaning, and was deeply moved.
“Don’t worry—no matter when, no matter where, everything of mine belongs to you.”
Roman softly repeated words that now felt distant.
“Idiot.”
Luo Xiya’s strong legs wrapped tightly around Roman’s waist again.
“You’re not my possession. Our happiness comes from depending on each other, as one.”
“So don’t say such selfish things anymore—I’m yours too…”