A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 114

[Vol. 4] Chapter 114: It’s Really Infuriating!

Ifia always felt like she was being played!

Even when she got on the carriage, Ifia was still sulking, her black eyes filled with frustration. Then she clearly snorted at Amelia and awkwardly turned away to the other side.

(•??•?)

She looked like she was going to end the friendship for an hour.

Amelia found it amusing to watch, but she didn’t approach to console her. This stubborn little one finally got what she deserved.

So, when they arrived at Saint Tiffany’s residence, as soon as the carriage stopped, Ifia jumped down first and then grabbed her lightweight suitcase, heading towards the door with a sullen expression.

It’s really infuriating!!!

On the other hand, Amelia got off the carriage leisurely. Her exquisite and luxurious black dress accentuated her perfect figure, swaying gracefully with each step, like a charming yet dangerous mandrake.

Her long silver hair cascaded behind her, lifted by the breeze. Her beautiful purple eyes, resembling amethysts, narrowed slightly, and coupled with her cheerful smile, no matter how you looked at them, it seemed… she was happy.

Taroumati sensed the arrival of her old friend Ahriman and hurried over, only to see her smiling with a malicious intent.

It might have seemed normal for others, but when it was Ahriman, it felt like knives were falling from the sky.

It was terrifying!!!

While Taroumati was silently cursing to herself, Amelia’s face quickly withdrew her smile upon seeing her, leaving Taroumati with a cold expression. She reverted to her previous indifferent demeanor, like the aloof mountain flower she once was.

This double standard treatment made Taroumati roll her eyes directly, thinking it was truly prioritizing romance over friendship. Fortunately, she still had the Saint~

Thinking of the Saint’s instructions, Taroumati immediately spoke to Amelia, “The ritual to repair the fragmented soul is ready, and we can start anytime. However, the Saint suggests resting for a night to conserve energy, which will increase the success rate.”

“Okay.”

For Ifia, this was the best option. Naturally, Amelia wouldn’t object. However, before starting the ritual, she needed to calm the little one down and keep a good mood.

“Tsk tsk, Ahriman, let me tell you, just a mere human girl, and you still haven’t subdued her?”

While Amelia was thinking about how to calm Ifia down, Taroumati was smugly speaking beside her, with a hint of boasting in his words.

It was the demeanor of a petty person who had succeeded, just short of saying “You’re so incompetent.”

It was evident that he had gained some favor from Saint Tiffany and couldn’t wait to show it off.

However, Amelia didn’t let Taroumati continue to bask in her glory. She glanced sideways at her, then her lips slowly curled into a sharp smile.

With her sexy red lips, she uttered sharply, “Fool, do you really think Saint Tiffany accepted you? It was all just deception.”

With that said, she ignored Taroumati’s dumbfounded expression and walked straight into the room.

The affection between her and Ifia was mutual, and poking fun at each other was just part of their dynamic.

What was there for Taroumati, the clown being played by humans, to be proud of?

Saint Tiffany wasn’t as easily fooled as her little one. She was calm and rational, perhaps having some fondness for Taroumati, but she wouldn’t let her cross her set boundaries.

Unless Taroumati wasn’t a demon, but that was impossible.

So, it was unsolvable.

Anyway, Taroumati was just a foolish snake, perhaps being deceived by the Saint for a lifetime, and he might even willingly…

With these thoughts in mind, Amelia walked into the living room and saw Ifia placing her suitcase to the side. She sat obediently on the sofa, and when she noticed Amelia’s arrival, she immediately pouted.

(•??•?)

She turned her face away, refusing to look at Amelia.

With such a cute and charming appearance, Amelia smiled and completely disregarded Ifia’s anger. She sat directly beside her and reached out to grab Ifia’s small hand. Despite Ifia’s struggling, with a sudden exertion of force, Amelia pulled her into her embrace.

Her other hand naturally wrapped around the little one’s waist, imprisoning Ifia in her grasp. Then, Amelia lowered her head, pressing her forehead against Ifia’s.

“Little one, you have such a temper. When you were being stubborn in front of me earlier, did you ever consider whether I would be angry?”

With these words, Amelia immediately made Ifia feel guilty. Obviously, she was also aware of how stubborn she had been before.

Ifia’s black eyes flickered, filled with a sense of guilt…

In truth, she wasn’t really angry. She just wanted to tease Amelia a bit, to see if she could get her to confess her feelings first.

But because she had been too arrogant before, now she was facing the consequences. So, Ifia couldn’t pretend to be angry anymore. She lifted her hand to encircle Amelia’s neck and hung on her, softly reproaching her.

“Amelia, you clearly know what I want.”

Faced with Ifia’s accusation, Amelia chuckled lightly, couldn’t help but rub her cheek against Ifia’s, enjoying the little one’s stubbornness.

What else could she do when she liked someone?

She could only spoil her.

“Then let’s temporarily reconcile and wait until the ceremony held by Saint Tiffany is over, and then we’ll talk,” Amelia said.

When Ifia’s fragmented soul was successfully repaired, that would be the time to reveal her demon form. Amelia wanted to confess to Ifia in her true form.

However, when these words fell into Ifia’s ears, she looked at Amelia suspiciously, saying, “Really? Don’t deceive me, or I’ll make you regret it.”

“Hmm, it’s true.”

Ifia was indeed very easy to appease. After receiving a promise from Amelia, she immediately became all smiles, like a soft and fragrant sticky rice ball, tempting to take a bite.

After the temporary reconciliation, Ifia became clingy again.

However, while the two were being affectionate, there was a different scene outside the door.

Since Saint Tiffany took a step back, Taroumati had been quite pleased lately, believing that her sincerity had moved the Saint, and she thought she had successfully won her heart.

That’s why she had been showing off in front of Ahriman.

However, being called a fool by Ahriman was like a wake-up call, knocking some sense into Taroumati’s head and clearing her hazy mind after several days.

In fact, Taroumati wasn’t foolish.

It was just that she had fallen into a dangerous love affair, turning her from her usual heartlessness into a love-struck fool with no rationality left.

She also didn’t want to believe that the Saint could be so heartless towards her.

However, Ahriman was not one to lie, so her words ignited Taroumati’s suspicion. Therefore, the current Taroumati had decided that she needed to ask directly.

As Taroumati was thinking this, she was previously too flustered to notice her surroundings.

Now she reacted, lifting her head sharply to see Saint Tiffany standing silently nearby. She didn’t know how long she had been there or if she had heard…

Taroumati instinctively tightened her fists. She didn’t allow herself to retreat.

“Tiffany Peylo, do you like me?”

Facing Taroumati’s pleading gaze, Saint Tiffany smiled gently.

She replied directly and simply, “No, I don’t like you.”