Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 279

Chapter 279

Was she the one crying?

Her red eyes lowered slightly, then lifted again.

After the words fell, a moment passed before he raised his hand. His long, slender fingers gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Yes.

It really was time for her medicine. She had grown so slow that even this had escaped her notice.

Doctor Cassius’s fingers carried a coolness that reminded her of that person.

Beili lowered her red eyes again and tilted her head slightly, rubbing her cheek against his hand.

Cassius froze.

Just then-

“Well-well-well, Bartholomew!”

Someone roared in fury.

Beili’s shoulders stiffened. She looked up toward the voice and saw a flash of vivid red striding toward her in a rage.

A stomp of the foot. Hands on hips.

That delicate face was flushed red with emotion, and her red hair rose and fell slightly with her agitated breathing.

“Just look at what I’m seeing!”

Renee widened her fake golden eyes and declared with righteous indignation,

“You actually let someone else touch your face! I’m going to tell Brother Lance exactly what I saw!”

She announced it at the top of her lungs.

Beili looked at Renee calmly, her expression utterly unruffled.

Under Renee’s blazing stare, she blinked just as calmly, then hesitated before saying,

“This… isn’t what you think?”

Beili was certain that, from Renee’s burning expression, this was exactly the sort of pale, powerless excuse Renee had been hoping to hear.

And then…

Renee did not listen at all.

She stubbornly turned her head aside and huffed,

“I don’t care. Either way, I’m telling Brother Lance what I saw. Let’s see what he has to say!”

Her face was full of outrage.

As if she were disciplining her brother’s partner on his behalf.

Beili looked helplessly up at the sky.

Fortunately, the sky was a clear blue, soothing her mood a little.

She said slowly,

“Renee, your brother and I…”

Renee raised a hand to stop her and lifted her voice.

“What else is there to explain? I saw it with my own eyes!”

At that moment, Cassius had already withdrawn his hand. In a gentle voice, he began to explain,

“This is a misunderstanding, Miss Renee.”

His blond hair was neatly combed back, with one lock hanging over his forehead that stirred softly in the wind. A trace of sincerity rested in his emerald eyes.

But Renee shot Cassius a vicious glare.

Beili had every reason to believe that Princess Renee, who skipped class nine days out of ten, had no idea that the cloak Cassius wore represented the status of a Magic Mentor.

In any case.

The red-haired girl glared fiercely at Cassius, then snapped in a fierce tone,

“Hmph. It’s not your turn to speak. You’re not allowed to talk!”

Cassius could only close his mouth and give her a gentlemanly, refined smile.

Only, there was a hint of helplessness in that smile.

Then Cassius turned to the gray-haired, red-eyed girl beside him and said in a slightly apologetic voice,

“I’m sorry, Miss Bartholomew. I’ve caused you trouble.”

Renee’s gaze returned to the gray-haired, red-eyed Bartholomew.

The latter had raised a hand, her fingertips propping against her temple as she watched Renee with a faint expression.

That indifferent look seemed to say she did not care at all about anything Renee had said.

“Your Highness-”

“Class is about to start.”

A few female students in the distance reminded her politely.

Renee gritted her teeth, anxious and unwilling to turn and leave, knowing it would give these two yet another chance to be alone together.
So Renee pointed at Bartholomew and ordered, “You are coming with me. Right now.”

Beili sighed inwardly and said helplessly, “Then I’ll see you next time, Doctor Cassius… Mentor.”

Doctor Cassius’s lips curved slightly, and he replied gently, “See you tonight, Miss Bartholomew. I’ll have your medicine prepared and bring it to you.”

Renee missed the second half of his sentence. Her golden prosthetic eye went wide in an instant, and she shrieked, “Tonight? Damn it! You two are not allowed to meet at night!”

As she spoke, the gray-haired, red-eyed girl had already risen from the bench. She smoothed down the pale linen skirt of her academy uniform, then brushed past Renee without the slightest hint of reluctance.

Renee froze for a moment, then hurried after her, calling, “Wait! Where are you going? Where are you going?”

Beili ignored Renee’s furious shouting and continued walking toward the dormitory building at her own pace.

Renee caught up before long, walking beside her as she snapped, “Bartholomew, stop right there! Do you hear me?”

Beili only glanced at her coolly, her tone carrying a trace of indifference. “And in what capacity are you speaking to me, Your Highness Renee?”

“I…”

Renee was stunned.

She had not expected Bartholomew to ask that, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.

Of course she could not say she was the princess of Tilisha, because the other girl was a Noble of Sainthos.

And this was Holy Island.

Brother Lance had told her more than once that here, there was no clear hierarchy between students.

Nor were they friends.

Oh, at most, they were roommates who happened to share the same dormitory.

So Bartholomew had no need to obey her orders at all.

Of course, it had not been a coincidence. Renee had deliberately arranged to share a room with Bartholomew.

So Renee could only follow beside Bartholomew for a few steps, lowering her voice slightly as she said through gritted teeth, “Because my brother likes you! Damn it! Bartholomew, are you satisfied now?”

She had to keep an eye on this restless woman for Brother Lance!

A flush of anger rose over her delicate face, and her fists clenched tight.

Beili was amused by Renee’s furious answer. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, but she quickly suppressed the smile.

Her tone became a little more serious as she answered directly, “Your Highness, you don’t need to worry. I won’t be with your brother.”

It was the answer Renee least wanted to hear.

At Bartholomew’s reply, Renee suddenly lifted her head. Her eyes were wide, her expression filled with disbelief.

“Why? Brother Lance is so outstanding. Why don’t you like him?”

Because her golden prosthetic eye showed no emotion, the expressions she made unconsciously became even more exaggerated, until her features seemed almost squeezed together.

“Like is like. Dislike is dislike.”

Beili shook her head lightly and said calmly, “Your Highness Renee, you’re still young. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“I’m not young! I understand!”

Renee frowned, her cheeks puffing slightly with anger as she declared loudly, “The second prince of Sainthos-I fell in love with him at first sight.”

Beili suddenly stopped walking.

“My eye is the token of our love. Once I find him, I’ll marry him, and we’ll be happy together.”

By the end, Renee’s brows had relaxed, and the curve of her lips carried a longing smile.