A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 75

[Vol. 3] Chapter 75: Illusory Realm (3) – Miss Ifia’s Inspection

The Count’s luxurious carriage was spacious, adorned with very soft blankets and various diamond decorations. Near the carriage door, a string of blue wind chimes hung, producing a crisp sound with each sway of the carriage. It added a touch of amusement to the atmosphere.

“Amelia, as a maid, you should sit at my feet, not on an equal level with me.”

After boarding the carriage, Ifia initiated the first stage of her inspection. It aimed to assess the maid’s obedience. A rebellious maid was not what she needed. Amelia must follow her orders. If Amelia failed to comply and continued to act independently, Ifia considered abandoning her extravagant spending plan. There were plenty of excellent maids to choose from, not just Amelia.

Therefore, Ifia, seated on the carriage seat, raised her chin arrogantly, displaying an air of haughtiness. Her beautiful black eyes sparkled as she secretly observed Amelia, watching for her reaction. The intentionally disdainful words, spoken with arrogance, were not a rational approach in the confined space, especially when the other person was more competent.

There is a significant likelihood of being scolded. However, for some inexplicable reason, Ifia possesses a mysterious confidence, firmly believing from the bottom of her heart that Amelia won’t resort to violence against her. Therefore, she speaks freely without any reservations, seeking authenticity.

In reality, Amelia indeed refrains from physically harming Ifia, but she also deviates from Ifia’s instructions to sit at her feet. Instead, with elegant movements, she directly seats herself across from Ifia. The expressionless beauty on her face maintains the irritating composure.

As the two sit facing each other in the swaying carriage, their legs inevitably touch and brush against each other. This provokes Ifia to indignantly shift her body to avoid further contact with Amelia.

She knew things wouldn’t go smoothly!

Amelia doesn’t see her as the true master. However, before Ifia can speak, Amelia takes the initiative this time, “Miss Ifia, please allow me to clarify. The role of a personal maid is different from that of a servant. Especially since I have accepted the special employment offer from your father, Count Henry. Within certain boundaries, I have the right to refuse unreasonable requests.”

“Hmph! And why is that unreasonable? I am the master, and everything is decided by me!”

Ifia is well aware of Amelia’s unique status, acknowledging her right to refuse. However, she continues to behave unreasonably and persistently. Heaven knows what her father, Count Henry, is thinking.

Despite the significant hiring fee spent on Amelia, he always appears warmly toward the maid. Even when Amelia maintains a cold demeanor, he remains unfazed, seemingly delighted. It’s as if she has gained the attention of an important figure.

Ifia finds this peculiar but, being habitually laid-back, she doesn’t bother pondering over it. Instead, she simply enjoys her aristocratic life as the daughter of a noble. After all, with just one more year until she turns 18 and becomes an adult, she plans to leave without looking back, leaving behind everything associated with the Count’s mansion.

Hence, Ifia chooses to be unreasonable to see how Amelia will respond. A competent maid should effortlessly handle such minor challenges with adaptability. Ifia leisurely awaits Amelia’s solution, but in the next moment, an unexpected event unfolds.

Amelia, with her indifferent expression, suddenly squints her eyes ever so slightly. Then, she unexpectedly reaches out, hooks Ifia’s waist, and effortlessly pulls her closer with a subtle yet firm motion.

In her moment of panic, Ifia instinctively raised her hand to grip Amelia’s arm. Strands of her disheveled black hair fell in front, and she found herself sitting somewhat awkwardly on Amelia’s lap, her cute face expressing astonishment.

Wha… what is Amelia planning to do?

Could she really be angry?

Despite feeling a bit flustered, Ifia, with a hint of sternness, rebuked, “Amelia, what are you trying to do, acting so presumptuously!”

Unfortunately, Amelia remained unmoved, firmly holding Ifia’s slender waist. After a while, she calmly spoke, “Miss Ifia requested my obedience, didn’t you? I am now indeed sitting beneath you, not on an equal footing.”

“……”

Ifia was speechless, feeling like Amelia was playing with her. However, the stubborn young lady couldn’t retract her command. She could only silently swallow her frustration. With her round apricot eyes, she looked at Amelia, expressing a sense of resentment.

Wearing a pitiable look of ‘I’m feeling uncomfortable but won’t admit it,’ Ifia’s gaze made Amelia’s lips involuntarily lift slightly.

Although the smile quickly disappeared, Ifia didn’t miss it – the usually stoic maid had actually smiled!

In a moment, Ifia was stunned by this smile. Her dumbfounded expression prompted Amelia to lift her hand and press Ifia against her chest. She didn’t particularly want to witness that foolish look again.

Feeling a tingling sensation, there was an intense desire to indulge in a bit of cruelty. However, facing the stubborn and defiant little cat, without issuing a threat, she wouldn’t obediently comply.

“Miss Ifia, please be quiet before reaching the academy,” Amelia spoke. While talking, her hand continued the wake-up service from earlier, fingertips tracing over Ifia’s collarbone and then descending, stopping just short of the voluptuous waves about to be reached.

The threat was crystal clear. If Ifia didn’t behave, the next scene might become quite explicit!

In response, Ifia only grunted unwillingly, obediently snuggling into Amelia’s embrace, making no immediate attempt to break free or evade. The sweet scent and the soft touch were captivating, and Ifia secretly savored the fragrance, cautiously concealing her actions to avoid being mistaken for a perverted enthusiast. In a moment, she found herself somewhat addicted to the situation.

Unexpectedly, Amelia’s demeanor might be cold, but she turned out to be quite gentle. The sensation of being held was very comfortable. Coupled with her attractive appearance and outstanding capabilities, these strengths were enough to overshadow any shortcomings.

The first and second stages of the evaluation, even if she passed them somewhat casually, were all due to Amelia barely meeting the requirements. It wasn’t because Ifia was swayed by appearances.

Feeling a bit guilty, Ifia thought about proving her integrity. Even if her face was almost buried in her chest, she remained resolute, determined not to succumb to the sweet words from Amelia.

The swaying of the carriage intensified the already tumultuous waves, making the close-up view even more tantalizing. Especially since Amelia’s suit jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the curves tightly hugged by the black vest underneath.

Every sway seemed to challenge one’s endurance, continuously eroding their willpower.

Ifia found it increasingly challenging to control herself. Suddenly, she had an intense desire to touch…