Cynthia came in after a while and changed into a magnificent dress, Kael's eyes narrowed, his tone low, "Is this the dress you ordered?"

  Cynthia placed the box on the sofa, glanced down at her skirt, and then confidently turned around in front of Kael.

  Her light golden curls were also lifted, revealing more than half of her skin below her neck, and the seductive curves that seemed to be hiding in her blouse made her look like a seductress with her red and black colors.

  Her face lit up with a bright smile of anticipation, "How's it? Do I suit wearing it?"

  Faced with her questioning, there is a fact that Kayus cannot help but admit.

  She looks great, but that damned tailor exposed too much of her.

  He venomously commented, "Very ugly."

  "But many rich women in the Eastern City District dress like this! The style I chose is still quite ordinary!" Cynthia complained, looking down at her not yet fully developed certain parts and back up at Kael's inscrutable eyes.

  It's not like he dislikes her figure either?

  After all, she is still a girl, and there is still some distance from being a woman.

  This possibility is quite large when you think about it.

  Kairos crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, saying slowly: "What do you think sets you apart from those women?"

  Cynthia was a little angry, she lifted her skirt and walked to the big table, put her hands on the desk, beautiful blue eyes with anger, "I'm certainly different from them, they're much older than me! You must like them better!"

  Kaias was taken aback for a moment, unsure what she meant.

  Until Cynthia pointed to a certain place where she was tightly squeezed out by her corset, "Here! Haven't you found that women in the city like to expose themselves? They all think you like it!"

  She felt a little guilty about this, Tamoria suddenly became such an open woman, and she had an inseparable relationship with her.

  Because of Cynthia's outburst, the atmosphere in the study room suddenly stagnated.

  She didn't realize she had misspoken until it was too late, and immediately took a few steps back, covering her mouth with her hand.

  Kairos' face had completely lost all expression, and she was sitting there with her whole body tense, still from the close-up just now.

  "No, they're not especially showing off for you." Cynthia grasped the wide hem of her skirt, looking down and regretfully overturning what she had just said. "Ah, I actually wanted to say that this skirt looks good, it's even less revealing than theirs."

  Damn it, she's talking nonsense!

  What's there to explain! Everyone dresses like this here, she's just angry that he said she's ugly!

  The more she spoke, the more unnatural it felt, and she couldn't help but shut her mouth.

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  Cynthia suddenly lifted her head, and her hand, which had been clutching the hem of her skirt, also came loose involuntarily.

  Has it gone up?

  Why?

  She stared blankly at Kael, finding that his emotionless mask had shattered, and his eyes had become playful.

  "Are you flirting with me, Cynthia?" He leaned forward, his hands under his chin, speaking in a low, sensual tone.

  The divine beauty is forever irresistible to humans, and every move he makes, every emotion he shows has a tempting power that is innate to human nature.

  "Did you take the bait?"

  Kairos' gaze slowly dropped, his dark red eyes rippling with waves, "Listen up, go change your clothes."

  He didn't answer her question directly, but instead shifted the topic to clothes.

  "You have to give me a good reason to give it up. Is the color not pretty?" Cynthia didn't back down.

  He fell silent for a second, then said in a low voice, "It doesn't suit you."

  This time, Cynthia was thoroughly unhappy.

  She knew her face could absolutely carry off this outfit, and her figure was absolutely not as withered and terrible as she had imagined.

  "How annoying!" Cynthia picked up the Dark Hymns book from her desk and went back to the sofa, grabbed the wooden box, and stormed out without looking back.

  Kairos sat there motionless, staring at the door that had been slammed shut with a loud bang, his brow furrowed.

  Cynthia walked quickly with her head down, holding the book and gift box, until she was far away from the study before she gradually calmed down.

  She arrived at the empty third floor, and her suffocated expression vanished in an instant.

  He just slammed Kaius's door and he's probably going to get angry.

  But Cynthia did not regret this decision.

  As for why he wanted her to change out of this outfit, she currently has two guesses: one is that he dislikes the color, and the other is that his possessiveness is acting up, thinking that this skirt is too revealing.

  Although Caius always said she was a pet, that possessiveness almost consumed her, he wouldn't let anyone touch her.

  From the previous conversation, color can be ruled out. Kayus is not averse to new colors, he just doesn't like having other colors on himself, so the second guess is more likely.

  Back in the bedroom, Cynthia threw all the books and wooden boxes onto the table, took off her luxurious dress, changed into a plain black skirt, and tied up her hair.

  She decided not to bother with Kaius today unless he came to her himself.

  But this decision is useless, and the probability of him coming to apologize on his own initiative is 0, so she still has to think of a way.

  By evening, she refused Joe's offer to cook for her with his injuries and forced him to stay in the bedroom to rest while he went to the kitchen to make a vegetable salad.

  Evie and Anthony saw Cynthia listlessly poking at a cherry tomato in her bowl.

  "You didn't get the new clothes, why are you still in a bad mood?" Anthony poured her a cup of hot milk.

  "Kayser is making me angry." Cynthia stabbed the tomato with her fork, the silverware clinking against the bottom of the bowl.

  "Have you gotten an adult angry again?" Eber said with a shake of his head beside him, "He's really lenient towards you."

  Cynthia glared at him and snorted, "You wash the bowl."

  She put down her fork and picked up a glass of milk, then stormed back to her room.

  Evil looked puzzled, "Did I say something wrong? Why has she been staring at me lately, so rude."

  "Actually, I just gave it to the adults when I went to deliver wine. The conversation with you is almost the same. He asked me to rearrange the wine in the wine cellar."

  Evil sighed, "It seems Cynthia really doesn't give adults any face."

  Midnight.

  Cynthia tossed and turned on the bed, estimating that it was about time, she got out of bed barefoot and ran to the door of the study on the fourth floor like a thief.

  The study door was closed tightly, but light seeped out from the gap at the bottom of the door.

  Caius is still inside.

  She thought for a moment and didn't go in.

  As long as he knows she's been here, the goal is achieved.

  She tiptoed back and ran all the way back.

  The noise outside naturally reached Kael's ears.

  (End of chapter)