Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle

Varya took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the lingering droplets of water from Roger’s face before lowering her hand.

"You should go home," she advised, her gaze flickering to his half-drenched shirt beneath the coat. "It’s cold, and walking around like this will only make you sick."

Roger, however, shook his head. "I’ll drop you at your hotel first."

"No," Varya refused firmly. "I’ll book a cab. Don’t worry about me."

Roger exhaled, reluctant to leave her alone, but he knew better than to argue with her when she had made up her mind.

A brief silence followed before Varya fully turned to him, with her arms crossed. "Is something going on between you and Sylvia?"

Roger’s expression darkened slightly, but he shook his head. "Nothing is going on," he replied simply. "She just... likes to do that."

Varya scoffed. "Are you a masochist or something?" she questioned, a slight frown appearing on her forehead. "You need to tell Sylvia to stop calling you that. A servant?" She let out an amused chuckle. "I can’t believe Matteo has such a shameless and violent sister."

Roger hesitated, biting his bottom lip as he mulled over his words. "Matteo saved me from hell," he admitted. "So, I used to do a few things for him. Picking up Sylvia from school, even college... I got used to it."

Varya studied him, her amusement fading into something softer. "Used to it or not, that doesn’t mean she gets to humiliate you," she pointed out. "You don’t owe her anything."

Roger hummed. In the back of his mind, he thought, ’I didn’t want Varya to see me like this.’