Chapter 62 Honest Feelings (1/2)

Vera was undoubtedly getting caught up in the Young Master's pace. Being kissed so suddenly all the time. Being told, ”Marry me.” Being rolled into a blanket and paraded around the city while being kissed and told, ”Marry me.”

The Young Master, in case one didn't know, is a force of nature. Once he decides something he can either whimsically change his mind or be simply impossible to dissuade.

Vera knew this instance was the latter.

Take a bit earlier this morning, for example.

”Hah, what a shallow man. The only reason you're so enthusiastic is because of my new body. Don't think your disgusting intentions are going unknown. Young Master, end this farce already and leave me be.” She had told him while they walked down a street carrying a bag full of new clothes, wearing a black dress he'd boughten her that matched this new body. She would've preferred purple.

He waved off her comment like it was nothing. ”Now where am I going to find another girl who'll love me as much as you do? At this point, I don't even care if you turn back. Lolies are great too, aren't they?”

See? In one ear and out the other.

”Besides,” He went on, ” Why aren't you just teleporting out if you really hate it, huh? Not like I could stop you.” He poked a finger into her side playfully. ”I find that dishonest side endearing in it's own way, though.”

” ....Hm? What did you say? I couldn't hear. Also, what's with this weird interference today? I can't even teleport right now. How vexing!”

”Oh, is that what it is?” His sardonic grin had been terrible. ”How unfortunate for you, then. I suppose you're trapped with me. You'd best watch your words from now on, else who knows what I'll do to you in punishment?”

”What a vile young man. Now you're using my verbal tics as an excuse to have your way with me? I hope you drown in dog cum. Get away, you make me want to hurl.”

She spat out. It was at that moment she lost her balance and fell. This body was too new to her, everything felt very disorienting. She endured up to then but, as expected, the sudden shift eventually proved too much.

Vera readied to catch herself, but Damien beat her to it. ”Am I going to have to carry you again? Come here.”

The insufferable guy then proceeded to wrap his arm around her waist to keep her safe.

Remembering the exchange and the way he looked after her made Vera feel incomparably light.

Because of how mature she seemed in comparison to other girls her age, he'd never really treated her quite the same even though he always thought of her as a child. He respected her personal space much more.

In that regard, she always thought about Dahlia. They were the same age, yet he wouldn't mind pinching her cheeks, hugging her or indulging her in other ways. Whereas he chose to be more reserved with Vera. Perhaps, given her unique circumstances, that was the correct treatment. But that didn't mean she liked it. He claimed to think of her as a sisterly figure, but he didn't act them the same with them both at all. It wasn't...fair. The only time he truly paid her attention, just her alone, was when she did something bad.

She didn't want to do bad things, but he kept forcing her to do bad things!

That part was childish of her, she'd admit. But in that child's body, what else could she have done? She wasn't at all as cute as Dolly. She couldn't even smile. There's no use competing.

Baz was spoiled a bit too. Always being dragged by the Young Master, having fun together. FIghting, playing. Like brothers.

Vera never really got that from the Young Master. The other two he treated like siblings. Not her, though. Not that she wanted him to think of her as a sibling at all. But it was her right. She was no different from Dolly or Baz in their connection to him, so why was he more distant with her? She thought it had to be her face. The difference between those two and her is only how much brighter and open they are.

It's one of the reasons why she never thought he'd look her way.

But that was totally different right now. What's with him being so affectionate? Honestly. There was just nothing she could do to stop him. Would she really have to marry this bastard? She resigned herself to the inevitable.

….Was she dreaming?

This felt like one. She was too happy, it didn't feel real at all. She expected to wake up any minute now.

The thought was just a little crushing.

However, time went by and nothing changed.

Vera looked at the spacious room she was in. The Young Master's new home was very different from the Claybrook Estate. Smaller, but cozier.

She looked around but didn't find her true physical body. In fact, she felt it from further away. With the Young Master, she was now sure. How strange. What had he done to it, exactly? It's like he was right beside her even now. What an odd feeling. Yet not an unwelcome one, if she was truthful.

Vera waited patiently. He'd sent her back while he went to go get groceries, promising an amazing meal when he returned.

It's been a while now.

She took a whiff and caught a familiar scent. Her hear turned curiously to one corner of the room. Light flashed in her eyes.

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