Chapter 131 This Princess Will Make You Fall in Love with Me - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Lynn couldn't quite grasp the state of mind with which he finished reading all those letters. By the time he came to his senses, the last piece of paper in his hand had been crumpled beyond recognition. "Brother, I miss you so much." That heart-wrenching phrase, alongside the dried tear stains on the letter's edge, filled Lynn with a suppressed rage and melancholy. Just what kind of burden was it that prompted the little girl, who used to trail behind him crying, to write to him in such a tone? The sadness of the young girl pervaded each line. With the family facing a catastrophic change, everything from the past had vanished, leaving her as the lone pillar of support in a now crumbling household. As her brother, he truly was unqualified. Recollecting the contents of the letters, from the earliest to the most recent, he remembered how they initially bared her pressures and sorrows, but gradually became colder and more distant. He certainly did not believe Eleanor harbored resentment towards him as her brother. Instead, he realized with clarity that she was likely under the vigilant watch of the Mosgra family. To the extent that the contents of the letters were forcibly manipulated. There was even a considerable possibility that these later letters weren't written by her at all. Lynn took a deep breath and turned his gaze to another piece of paper. Its contents were terse. "Don't come back." The handwriting was familiar, left by his notoriously at-odds sister-in-law. Her marriage to his brother was political, devoid of affection and rife with arguments. She was an eccentric woman. Yet, in such circumstances, she still sent this message, and based on the remittance slip, she had sent some money as well. However, according to the intelligence from Evester, due to some unknown reasons or perhaps to protect her unborn child, she had seemingly vanished from the Imperial City, and several forces were trying to track her down. "How could I not go back?" Staring at the letter's contents, Lynn took a deep breath and clenched his fists. He had initially planned to wait for Evester's response. But after reading these letters, he felt he couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to return to the Imperial City immediately. And twist the heads off those bastards to kick them like a ball. Just then, the hurried footsteps of a maid echoed from behind. "Master Lynn, Her Highness requests your presence in her study!" Upon pushing open Evester's door for the first time in ages, the familiar scent of roses washed over him. The white-haired woman sat in her wheelchair by the window. Unlike the intense heat that previously unnerved him, her expression now seemed to have reverted to its usual cold calm. What was going on? Unsure whether this change was a good or bad sign, Lynn's demeanor turned cautious as he closed the door slowly. Fearing she might suddenly pounce, locking him in an embrace of kisses and bites. Though from the perspective of play, he wasn't opposed. But with matters far more pressing at hand, he couldn't afford to be delayed here. His decision was made. If Evester remained insistent, he would temporarily set aside the trials of the Witch Miss and return alone to the Imperial City to enact his plan of vengeance. "Your Highness, you called for me?" Lynn asked tentatively. Upon hearing his voice, Evester slowly turned, her crimson eyes scrutinizing him. After a prolonged silence, the princess broke into a gentle smile. "Why stand so far? Come closer, let me have a good look at you." At her words, Lynn took a deep breath and approached Evester, kneeling on one knee before her. As her subtle scent enveloped him, a cool, delicate sensation graced his chin. Evester then gently lifted his head to meet her gaze. At that moment, they were extremely close. Lynn could feel her sweet breaths invading his nostrils, causing his heartbeat to quicken slightly. Rationally speaking, Evester's allure was at succubus level, surpassing the Witch Miss. But it was merely her body! "I will always be the Witch Miss's faithful!" Like a mantra, he repeated it to himself internally. Unbeknownst to Evester, Lynn's mind was filled with this thought. She studied his face intently with her cool, crimson gaze, as if reacquainting herself with Lynn Barthlean. "You are quite handsome." After a pause, Evester gently brushed aside the hair from Lynn's forehead. "Even disregarding the perspective of being a loyal dog, as a person—a standalone individual—you are exceptionally remarkable." "Surely there are many women in this world who would love for you to be their lifelong companion." As she spoke, Evester teasingly pinched Lynn's cheek. For some reason. Looking into those enigmatic crimson eyes, Lynn's heart skipped a beat. Compared to the more intense physical contact when he was captive, this gentle touch was incredibly mild, yet it provoked an unusually thrilling sensation. He couldn't quite understand. "Your Highness, if you have something to say, just say it." Lynn took a deep breath and averted his gaze. "Of course I have things to discuss with you." Evester lightly caressed the bridge of Lynn's nose. "But first, I hope you will truthfully answer a few of my questions." "Is that woman truly so significant to you?" "Your Highness, there is no need to distinguish between you and her. In my eyes—" "Such words, save them for deceiving young girls." Evester gently pressed her cool finger to Lynn's lips, halting his words. "Besides, I'm well aware of who I am." "With her personality, she must have emphasized the need to differentiate between the two of us." Lynn had expected Evester to become angry, but to his surprise, she remained unusually calm. Wow! Her Highness is incredible! Lynn was shocked in disbelief, and Evester did not speak. After a moment, she posed her second question. "In your heart, how vast is the difference between her and me?" A deadly question? Lynn contemplated flattering the princess extravagantly to save his own skin first. Yet, faced with Evester's earnest gaze, he found himself unable to utter insincere words. In essence, they were virtually equal. But given the Witch Miss's significant help and rescuing him during critical moments, alongside her personality being a bonus, for Lynn with his lost memories, she outweighed Evester. Seeing Lynn's evasive gaze, Evester seemed to understand something. "Oh, I see." Unexpectedly, her expression remained calm as she said this, lightly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She even offered an unfathomable smile upon noticing Lynn's perplexed look. "Are you curious why I am not angry?" Evester patted his head. Indeed, he was curious. What in the world did you do over these days? Have you perhaps achieved enlightenment like a dragon in contemplation? Lynn was utterly mystified. "These days, being alone in the room, I found a rare peace." Evester began slowly, "I pondered many things, reflecting and coming to several realizations." "But first, there's something I need to tell you." Feeling Evester's crimson eyes on him, Lynn's heart traitorously began to beat a little faster. "Your Highness, you—" "In truth, regarding your response just now, I only appear calm on the surface, whereas deep within, I am extremely angry." As she spoke, Lynn suddenly felt her squeeze his cheek forcefully. Evester gazed intently into his eyes with her crimson gaze, as if trying to convey some deep-seated emotion from within her. "After all, you're essentially dismissing me as a person and a woman, acknowledging that in your heart, I don't measure up to another woman." "It feels as if you're saying, 'Evester, you're just a pathetic failure.'" "Your Highness, actually I—" Lynn tried to protest, but Evester wasn't about to give him the opportunity. "But... so what?" A faint smile curled at her lips. "Long before you came into my life... I had already grown accustomed to failure and to playing the role of the 'failure' that others saw me as." "Do you think such a minor setback could crush my dignity and pride as a princess?" "Lynn Barthlean, don't underestimate me." In an instant, a familiar arrogance and flamboyance danced in Evester's crimson eyes, reminiscent of the villainous princess she once was. To Lynn's astonishment, she suddenly grabbed his collar, drawing him closer. Feeling their noses almost touch, Lynn's heart began racing. Was she going to kiss him? He initially thought it was Evester's obsessive side acting up again, and instinctively prepared to embrace her fervor. Unexpectedly, her red lips merely grazed his cheek before stopping by his ear. "From now on, I will try to see you as an independent individual." "To see you as a human, a man—an exceedingly exceptional man who’s fully developed, a man capable of procreation with a woman." What was she getting at with these words? Feeling the warm and sweet breath by his ear, Lynn had a vague premonition. The next moment, Evester's voice sliced through his heart like a sharp blade. "Lynn, I will make you fall in love with me." "Love me as a man loves a woman." Lynn blankly stared at the wall behind Evester, uncertain of what to think. However, she didn't give him a chance to process it. "Also... did you just think I was going to kiss you?" "No, I—" "Congratulations, you guessed right." "Wha—!" In a split second, he was engulfed by a warm and tender sensation, as if he had fallen into a sweet, soft trap. His mind overheated and crashed, losing all capacity for thought. In that moment, he understood one thing. Lynn finally realized how different Evester was today compared to when she had him imprisoned. Unlike the emotionless contact of their lips back then, today he felt something entirely new emanating from her. Its name was passion. Yunzhang, you’ve gone too far with Her Highness!!! Vote for more!!!