Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Help him win Susanna’s heart.

Initially, she thought this meant making Susanna fall in love with him, and she had even created several opportunities for him to be alone with Susanna.

Ashera had indeed guided and hinted at her in that direction.

Because of this, although Beili didn’t want to admit it, she felt a twinge of distress deep down, even if she hid it well.

Moreover, that phrase was so ambiguous, yet it served two purposes at once.

It could make her feel miserable for a while, and it could also guide the focus of her investigation toward the Butterfly Family, allowing her to unravel the mystery of the heart’s location bit by bit.

The Noble Ladies who had come to invite the Second Prince saw his silence and the gloomy expression on Bartholomew’s face beside him; they had no choice but to turn away tactfully.

The youth keenly sensed a slight change in the girl’s mood. Just as he was about to say something to soothe her, she suddenly leaned in and whispered in his ear:

“Do you and he still need Susanna’s heart?”

Beili asked this intentionally.

For no particular reason, she just wanted to know what kind of answer Ashera would give.

The youth paused slightly, tilting his head. It was unclear whether he was thinking seriously or sensing her current emotions.

But Beili was certain that her emotions were perfectly calm at this moment, without a single ripple.

The youth seemed confused that she would ask such a question at this time.

Beneath the black mask, his cold, thin lips pursed in a trace of bewilderment.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Opening her jewel-like, deep red eyes, Beili stared at him unblinkingly, a fire seemingly burning in her gaze.

The youth noticed her silence.

He tilted his head slightly, and then immediately felt a clear surge of anger.

However, this anger seemed… a bit different from the anger he had expected to provoke.

Before he could say anything else, the girl spoke to him devoid of emotion:

“Then you will dance with Susanna tonight. I will do everything in my power to make sure Susanna only dances with you. How about that?”

“Then…”

The youth still had his head tilted, the black mask on his face swallowing the brilliant light scattered by the crystal chandeliers.

“Then can I… can I dance with her… them?”

His faint voice asked with a hint of uncertainty.

“Who?”

The girl asked.

The Silver-haired Youth in Black Attire turned his head slightly.

Even though he was blind, his face turned accurately toward a specific direction-

There, groups of Noble Ladies were gathered in threes and fives. They covered half their faces with fans, whispering to one another, occasionally turning their smiling and inquisitive gazes toward him for a secret glimpse.

The girl looked in the direction he was facing.

Those Noble Ladies didn’t shy away either.

Perhaps this was the passionate and uninhibited social custom of the Tilisha Kingdom.

Even if two people were holding hands and wearing matching outfits, they naturally assumed that these two still had the chance to make a new choice-after meeting them.

After a glance, the girl turned back and said to him:

“Better not.”

The corners of the youth’s lips curled up slightly.

Just as he was about to nod in agreement, he heard her add another sentence:

“If you dance with them, you won’t have time to dance with Susanna, will you?”
“……”

Ashera’s upturned lips paused for a moment, then pressed together softly.

Even though only half of his face was visible, his entire body radiated a sense of dejection.

It was an act. All of it was an act, a performance Ashera was putting on intentionally.

Beili’s mood didn’t soften just because of the boy’s apparent disappointment.

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

The surrounding air seemed to stagnate.

A moment passed.

The boy tilted his head and gently grasped her hand. “Do you… do you mind?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

Beili didn’t look at him, instead asking a question of her own. “Does it matter if I mind?”

“Of… of course it matters.”

The boy’s grip on her hand tightened as his other hand reached out to turn her face toward him.

His eyelashes trembled as they lowered, his hollow golden eyes ‘looking’ at her.

“If you mind… it means you c-care about me… I would be v-very, very happy.”

Lies. Lies. Lies.

These words kept surfacing in Beili’s mind.

The words were a striking red, densely packing her thoughts.

Beili abruptly pulled her hand back and turned her head away again, picking up a glass of red wine from the table and taking a sip.

She used the drink to mask her rejection, desperately trying to suppress the emotions surging within her.

But it was no use.

“I want to go outside for some air. Alone,” she said.

“…I’ll g-go with you.”

The boy tried to take her other hand.

She twisted her body, neatly avoiding his grasp. Her tone couldn’t help but turn a bit cold as she repeated, “Alone.”

His pale hand froze in mid-air for a second.

The next moment, he grabbed her hand forcefully, his figure looming closer.

“Alone?”

His voice was suppressed and sharp, carrying a complex, bewildered smile-and a hint of danger.

“Little Butterfly… why are you being s-so… so cold to me?”

He spoke slowly. “Is it… because of the cl-clothes?”

As the words left his mouth, dozens of ways to make the Old Lady who made the dress die in agony had already surfaced in his mind.

All it would take was a nod from the girl.

“It has nothing to do with the clothes.”

Unaware of the malice brewing in his mind, Beili spoke as calmly as possible. “I just want some air. It doesn’t mean anything else.”

The boy lowered his golden eyes and ‘looked’ at her quietly for two seconds.

After a moment, his lips slumped back into a pained expression.

“We’ve only j-just met… I thought you’d w-want to see me.”

“Don’t overthink it. I’ll be back after a quick walk.”

Beili tried to soften her voice, adopting a lighter tone. “Can you let go of my hand now?”

His lashes lowered slightly, his lips pursed with a hint of hurt.

“…Fine, then g-go… but don’t be t-too long.”

He released her hand. A slight curve returned to his thin, cold lips, but the aura surrounding him was the exact opposite-growing increasingly frigid.

“I’ll be h-here waiting for you.”

Fake. Fake. Fake.

It was all an act.