Chapter 54 : Chapter 54
Chapter 54 : I Gave You the Chance
Vivian suddenly cupped Eve’s face with both hands, smiling brightly. “Say it again!”
“I said, I like it.”
“Will you want it again in the future?”
Eve remained silent for two and a half seconds, then gently nodded.
Admitting it boldly was not shameful. Besides, the person involved had no objection. She only knew the moon was perfectly round — if she did not appreciate it, she would seem insensitive.
But indulgence was another matter. It did not mean Eve needed it constantly. Like dessert, tasting it occasionally was enough; eating it every day would grow tiresome.
Novelty was the key — doing different things with the same person. Conversely… doing the same thing with different people would not be impossible either.
While Eve was lost in her inner thoughts, Vivian already wore the smile of a victor. Where there was will, there was success — even a block of wood could be moved eventually.
She exhaled slowly, her tense body relaxing, seemingly in a good mood.
Vivian lowered her head to look at Eve, who had completely dropped the act. Eve’s hand had quietly wandered back to the base of her thigh; once discovered, it naturally withdrew.
“If I am not forbidding you, why hide?” Vivian said disdainfully, placing the “escaping” hand back where it belonged.
“Look at you. Just two legs are enough to make you reluctant to let go? How pitiful. Are you satisfied with only this?”
Eve, as if retaliating deliberately, squeezed firmly, successfully provoking an embarrassing sound from the owner.
“Mm!” Vivian was caught off guard.
Her fingertips sank into the soft flesh of the thigh, bringing a faint tingling pain. Her body trembled, and her previously composed posture instantly collapsed.
Who held the upper hand now was uncertain.
“As you wish, Young Miss.”
“Ugh… that is enough! Do not push your luck,” Vivian complained resentfully, lightly smacking the magnificent softness in annoyance. “Have some self-awareness. That is your own desire — I never said I wanted it.”
“As you say.”
Vivian snorted softly, then finally spoke the words she had prepared for a long time.
“As long as you want, I can satisfy those filthy thoughts of yours anytime — but the premise is… obediently become my—”
“I refuse.”
“Tch, I have not even finished speaking!”
This person was completely unyielding!
Was the condition still not tempting enough?
She was Vivian — Vivian Hatherin!
Others always begged her for permission. Yet the first time she took initiative, even the very first time, it ended in failure. The frustration was unbearable.
Flustered, she demanded sharply, “Then what do you want?! Say it — I can satisfy anything.”
Eve did not answer immediately. The moment her rationality returned, she became invincible, countering calmly, “Rather than asking me… perhaps you should think about what you want.”
“I want you to be my dog! I want you to discard that unyielding attitude and bow your head completely. Do you understand?!”
The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Her overbearing manner still slipped out — she needed time to adapt.
Yet Eve only replied calmly, “I will look forward to how Young Miss intends to try.”
It was not a direct refusal but a shifted conflict. The meaning was obvious — not impossible, merely not yet worth it.
Vivian gradually understood and narrowed her eyes. “Are you challenging me?”
“……”
She said nothing, yet said everything. Those red eyes seemed unusually vivid — illusion? No… certainly not.
“Good… interesting. You satisfy me more and more,” Vivian said with a faint smile, then slowly rose from atop her.
Eve still lay on the floor. Vivian had only stood up — her legs still confined Eve between her armpits and waist like a prison.
Not finished yet. Vivian lowered her head with a disdainful snort, one hand on her waist as she bent down and pressed a finger onto Eve’s forehead.
“A challenge? I accept.”
At that moment, a gust of wind slipped through the window, assisting their confrontation, making Vivian’s skirt flutter.
Eve blinked. From this angle, the view beneath the skirt was unobstructed.
She suddenly recalled an article she had once read in a newspaper. The famous color film actor [Tang Bohu Brandt] had once said:
In a garden, what people admired were butterflies and flowers. What filled the stomach was plain white bread without filling. Yet both required the same element — cleanliness.
In any case, there was no flaw in the logic.
Thus, within the garden, Eve could only confirm the latter — but not whether there was truly no flaw.
“Oh?” Vivian noticed her gaze. Instead of stopping her, she teased playfully, “It seems… I underestimated your thoughts. Be honest — does it look good?”
“It does look good, Young Miss.”
“What? Watching alone is not enough? Do you want to use your hands?” Her fingertip slid along the skirt fabric before lifting it slowly, deliberately suggestive.
“You misunderstand again,” Eve replied with righteous composure. “I am not a frivolous person.”
“Stubborn,” Vivian murmured lightly. She had already seen through every disguise and merely waited for her to reveal herself.
For a moment, Eve did not know how to refute it. At this point, explanation was concealment, concealment was confirmation — once suspicion was established, the verdict followed.
Pure slander.
In truth, even if she wanted to, did she not have her own? There was no need to play with someone else’s.
Seeing no reaction, Vivian did not urge again. She lowered her skirt and said leisurely, “Remember your current status. Being merely a maid is not enough if you want to go further.”
After saying that, she stepped away from above Eve. Eve followed and stood up, calmly tidying her disheveled hair and skirt.
Once finished, she met Vivian’s complicated gaze — anger, embarrassment, but mostly helplessness.
“What is wrong, Young Miss?”
Seeing Eve’s innocent expression, Vivian realized she had not taken the words to heart at all. Closing her eyes, she muttered irritably:
“Tch… idiot…”