Chapter 68: The Arrogant Maid Gets Bullied in Front of her Young Lady (1)
"You were waiting for me?"
He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
Hmm, seems like he came back a bit late.
Making someone wait this long—friend or not—felt a bit inconsiderate.
Saying this, he turned back, carefully shut the door, and walked toward the sofa.
But just as he reached halfway, she snapped her book shut with a sharp "pop," the sound echoing louder than expected.
Her expression, however, remained calm and indifferent.
"No, I just lost track of time reading," she replied flatly.
Like hell, she'd wait for this guy who didn’t come home until the dead of night!
The tsundere succubus princess internally huffed, her actions betraying her words. No way she was waiting for him!
The moment the words left her lips, she spun on her heels coolly, strutting away with a casual grace that screamed confidence.
It was as though she couldn’t be bothered to spare Shia another second of attention.
Shia scratched his head, watching her retreating figure. Yep, that’s totally the face of someone pissed off.
Well, this just got complicated.
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The next morning, bright and early, Lilith eagerly stationed herself outside the villa's door.
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Her efforts yesterday weren’t going to go to waste, not after all the sweat she poured into things.
She had one goal today: to make Shia honor their arrangement.
As his fiancée, it was only right for her to have her own room in his brand-new villa. After all, he’d been freeloading at her place before this.
When Shia opened the door and saw Lilith standing there expectantly, he greeted her with a warm and kind smile.
"Of course, I didn’t forget about you. Your room has already been prepared," he said sincerely.
Hearing this, Lilith's heart swelled with joy. It was worth it—everything was worth it!
But her excitement turned into bewilderment the moment she saw the "special" room he had prepared for her.
Outside the courtyard stood a tiny, standalone wooden house. It was crafted beautifully, with delicate details and even fitted with air conditioning.
The only problem? It was ridiculously small.
Lilith stared at the doghouse-sized cabin that barely reached her waist and trembled with anger.
"You’re making me stay in a doghouse?!" she roared, glaring at Shia in disbelief.
"What? What?!" Shia puffed up his chest, acting more indignant than her.
"This is the only standalone structure on the entire property! Do you understand its value?"
He launched into an impassioned speech.
"Because I hold you in such high regard, because you are my one and only, I’ve reserved this exclusive spot for you. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even let them touch this place!"
"Sure, it might be a little small, but it’s more than enough for just sleeping!"
Shia’s earnest tone was so convincing that, for a moment, he almost seemed like a loyal and pure-hearted lover.
But no amount of sweet talk could change the fact that this was still a doghouse.
Lilith shot him a "you’ve got to be kidding me" look, folding her arms.
Her gaze seemed to say, 'Go on. Keep talking. I’m watching how far you’ll spin this nonsense.'
Under her unyielding stare, Shia finally caved.
"Fine, fine. If you don’t like it, do you want to share a room with me?"
"My bedroom’s pretty big. There’s more than enough space for the two of us."
"Besides, we’re engaged, right? It’s totally normal for us to live together."
Lilith immediately shook her head in protest.
"Shia, you know my family’s traditions. We must remain pure before marriage."
Shia sighed in resignation.
"But you don’t want the room I gave you either," he muttered.
"How about this—why don’t we switch rooms? Would that make you happy?"
Lilith grabbed Shia’s hands and began shaking them, her eyes sparkling like a pleading kitten.
"Please~? Just this once?" she cooed, leaning in closer with a playful pout.
Her soft, bouncy breasts brushed against his arm as she clung to him, her voice adopting a sweet, girlish tone that could melt the coldest of hearts.
She thought, 'How could he possibly resist me when I’m like this?'
But this time, Lilith’s charm didn’t work.
"Nope. Either you stay with me, or you stay here," Shia said firmly.
Lilith was stunned. Even after all that, he still refused?!
But she had no choice—there was no way to win against him like this.
"Fine. If it’s small, then so be it," she grumbled, her voice muffled and reluctant.
As she sulked, Shia decided to twist the knife a little.
"You’d rather sleep in there than share a bed with me? And you say you love me?"
Lilith rolled her eyes but countered smartly.
"Is there anything wrong with a girl wanting to preserve herself before marriage?"
This verbal jab struck Shia where it hurt.
"Okay, okay," he relented.
His tone made it clear he didn’t want to admit defeat, but Lilith's logic was irrefutable.
Pleased with her victory, Lilith tilted her chin up smugly.
Hmph, trying to take advantage of her? Not a chance!
As a seasoned manipulator of men, she knew maintaining her image of purity was key to keeping Shia wrapped around her finger. The more unattainable she seemed, the more he’d chase her.
In the end, Lilith reluctantly accepted the doghouse as her second home.
At first glance, it seemed like she had won—after all, she got Shia to concede during their argument.