A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 117
[Vol. 4] Chapter 117: Entanglement?
Saint Tiffany didn’t anticipate that her intentions would be seen through at a glance!
She pretended to be calm, her eyes covered by the green ribbon unable to betray her thoughts.
Therefore, she didn’t intend to admit it, but instead showed just the right amount of surprise, then spoke, “Miss Barlen, what are you talking about?”
Absolutely cannot let Amelia Barlen find out!
Otherwise, not only her, even Ifia would be unable to escape. Even if she wanted to tell Ifia the truth, it had to be done under secure circumstances.
However, Amelia didn’t want to play games with Saint Tiffany. She had no patience for those who wanted to take away her little one.
“Saint, don’t waste our time, stop your dangerous thoughts and be a respected saint in the church!”
With just one sentence, Amelia crushed Saint Tiffany’s hopes.
However, after hearing the forceful words, Saint Tiffany clenched her fists. Knowing she couldn’t hide anymore, she stopped pretending.
Taking the initiative, Saint Tiffany stepped forward.
The basement was dim, but couldn’t conceal the radiance emanating from her.
“Though I don’t know what happened to Ifia, her soul’s essence is an angel. It’s evident that Ifia is a good person. I cannot stand by and watch her be entangled by demon.”
“Entangled by demon?”
Amelia couldn’t help but laugh.
Who was the clingy one after all?
Although she wanted her little one to listen and express her opinion, now wasn’t the right opportunity.
Ifia’s mended soul had just been successfully repaired and needed some time to stabilize and adapt. It was best not to stimulate her so she could recover better.
However, this blind saint was too stubborn.
Ever since she found out that Ifia’s soul essence was an angel, she regarded Ifia as her own, while considering herself as Ifia’s protector against this demon, whom she saw as a villain in her eyes. It was really meddling in affairs that didn’t concern her!
“What about you? You’re just an outsider!” Amelia sneered coldly.
Before she even finished her sentence, Saint Tiffany was grabbed by an invisible hand around her neck, dragging her into the air. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free.
The rapid loss of oxygen and the dull pain persisting in her neck made Saint Tiffany feel as though a boulder was pressing on her chest. Unable to breathe, flashes of white light flickered in her mind, and her consciousness became increasingly unclear.
Even so, Amelia didn’t retract her magic. The consequences of her overwhelming anger were making her increasingly irritable, wanting to kill the other party regardless of the consequences. Anyway, as long as Ifia was around, she didn’t need the saint’s help at all.
With this in mind, Amelia’s subsequent actions were even more ruthless. She was prepared to break Saint Tiffany’s neck here and leave the body completely in the basement.
However, just as Amelia was about to act with murderous intent, a small green snake suddenly darted out from the corner.
The snake opened her large mouth and bit down on the black magic. Surprisingly, with her sharp teeth, it bit the magic hand into two pieces, timely saving the saint who was on the brink of suffocation.
Interrupted by the snake, Amelia couldn’t help but furrow her brow. She looked disdainfully at the green snake and scoffed, “Taroumati, didn’t you leave?”
“You even dare to confront me! Haven’t you learned from our previous encounters?”
As she spoke, Amelia’s murderous intent didn’t dissipate. The severed magic hand quickly regenerated, always ready to strike again until the target was reached.
A head of silver hair moved without wind, and her red eyes were like transparent crystals. Her beautiful face devoid of any smile, with an expressionless demeanor, instinctively made one’s heart tremble.
However, the green snake that stopped the attack remained silent, steadfastly standing in front of Saint Tiffany, preventing Amelia from harming her. Then she spoke with solemnity.
“I know, but I like her more than I fear you!”
Seeing this, Amelia almost laughed out of anger.
Yesterday, not seeing Taroumati return, she thought this demon had the guts to leave. Turns out, she was hiding in the corner, sneakily spying…
Taroumati was clearly a womanizer not long ago, the kind who played with feelings rather than hearts, making countless demons heartbroken for her…
And now she’s been conquered by a saint?
It’s really a case of one thing subduing another.
Because of Taroumati’s arrival, Amelia’s murderous intent diminished.
She couldn’t be bothered to act again, so she simply took Ifia and left the basement, paying no further attention to the others.
After Ifia’s auditory senses were blocked, she was also rendered unconscious by Amelia.
When Amelia placed Ifia on the bedroom bed, the little one still hadn’t woken up. Seeing Ifia’s sweet and peaceful sleeping face, Amelia couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her forehead.
With her attention towards Ifia, Saint Tiffany’s ulterior motives remain entirely concealed.
Amelia wouldn’t allow the saint to “prematurely” inform Ifia.
This time was just a lesson. If there’s a next time, even if Taroumati intervenes again, she’ll kill the saint.
“Taroumati, why are you still here?”
Amelia had just left, and moments later, Saint Tiffany fully regained her consciousness. After Saint Tiffany coughed twice, she immediately ‘looked’ towards the position directly in front, with silence on her pure face.
Amelia Barlen’s murderous intent was completely unmasked.
The saint naturally knew that the other party hadn’t held back. She really wanted to kill her…
If it weren’t for Taroumati, she might already be dead.
It’s important to express gratitude.
But she and Taroumati were not on the same path. Rather than being sad later, it was better to cut the knot now and part ways.
Seeing Taroumati leaving in a daze yesterday, she thought they wouldn’t meet again, but who would’ve thought she had secretly hidden beside her…
It must be said, this was quite typical of Taroumati’s style, always so shameless.
Seeing that she couldn’t continue hiding, Taroumati didn’t return to her true form. She still remained in the form of a small snake on the ground, dejectedly speaking up.
“Tiffany, even if you’re so heartless towards me, I still can’t let you go.”
Taroumati didn’t know why she was being such a lapdog. But just one night without seeing Saint Tiffany, and it felt like her heart would stop beating.
No matter what she did, the image of the saint was always in her mind, impossible to shake off. So, in her intense longing, Taroumati sneaked back, intending to take just one look and leave.
However, she ended up encountering the saint who was angering Ahriman.
It’s a good thing she came, otherwise, the saint would have died today!
How fortunate!
She had almost lost her Tiffany!
“Taroumati, why bother? You and I can’t be together.”
“Who says we can’t? I’m not forcing you to betray your beliefs or anyone, just to accept me by your side. Is that too much to ask?”
Taroumati kept retreating, using the harshest tone to speak the most cowardly words, still unable to escape from the shadow of the saint’s death, which led her to a decision.
Perhaps it was karma for her past promiscuity, but it seemed that she would spend her entire life revolving around the saint.