Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 35

Chapter 35: I’ve Never Felt Happy About Being Close…?

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Lavendia admits that she had once underestimated Claire.

When Duke Grendel brought her back, he announced in front of everyone at the mansion’s main gate: “Lavendia is the true daughter of the Grendel family, her bloodline is absolutely genuine.”

At that time, everyone present was shocked, all drawing sharp breaths.

Claire was notorious, and everyone in the mansion, even throughout Valeria City, knew how she relied on being the only daughter of the Grendel family, enjoying princess-like treatment, being arrogant and domineering, showing contempt for others, completely unrestrained…

Lavendia had quietly observed their looks toward her.

Some were shocked, some confused, some respectful, but most were sympathetic.

She had mental preparations, guessing that Claire would certainly disapprove of her, would make things difficult at every turn, target her everywhere, becoming a stumbling block on her path forward…

However, Lavendia had spent the first half of her life wandering, having little of everything except difficulties.

Along the way, she had seen more stumbling blocks than anything else. Probably one more like Claire wouldn’t make much difference…

…No.

I was wrong.

Claire is different from everyone else before, she… isn’t so easy to deal with.

Back to the present.

Lavendia was using considerable force with her hands, silently in a standoff with Claire, who was wrapped like a dumpling in the bath towel.

Claire tried to break free from the towel but failed.

So she used her old trick, directly pouncing over.

Lavendia, who was already in a very tense state, naturally quickly blocked her, not letting her succeed again.

What a joke?

The situation was different from this morning; now, Claire only had a bath towel for modesty.

Her neck was still full of fragrant, moist vapor from the bath, her skin warm and smooth, her wet hair emanating a rose fragrance…

In this situation, she dared to actively throw herself into someone’s embrace?

She’s truly a genuine enchantress…

Lavendia held Claire’s shoulders, her emotions turbulent like a violent storm, even angrily grinding her back teeth.

Mistaking people’s identity, calling wrong names, having no vigilance, just standing naked in the water like that, and constantly throwing herself at others in this state…

What kind of noble young lady is this? Where are those noble etiquettes they always talk about? Does she enjoy being taken advantage of?

Does she act this way with everyone? Is anyone acceptable?

…Like that maid Anna can also embrace her like that, is that it?

Lavendia almost laughed from anger.

But then her rationality took over.

The rational voice said: No, calm down. How long have you known her? The source of this anger is simply inexplicable.

You’ve always been rational and composed, not easily shaken, how come with Claire, you’re so easily led by her?

Just because on the first day you met, she cupped your face with both hands and sweetly called you sister?

Or is it because she looks beautiful and free when using magic, just like a fairy living in the sunlight… making you yearn for it?

Even if so, that’s all there is to it. She has no deeper connection with you.

She’s just a stumbling block on your path forward, nothing more.

So wake up, Lavendia.

If she makes you waver, you should keep your distance from her, don’t let her affect you anymore…

Now is a very important time, you need to seize every moment, all energy must be used to improve your own strength.

At next week’s noble banquet, they say all the upper-class young ladies will attend, perhaps your target will appear…

Lavendia’s eyes gradually grew darker.

While Claire was still struggling.

She tried to lift her little head, looking over with pitiful eyes and softly asking in a weak voice: “…Sister? Are you angry?”

Lavendia was slightly startled, then laughed from extreme anger.

She suddenly thought of another possibility.

Perhaps this was Claire’s specially researched bullying method targeting her.

Harm the enemy a thousand, harm yourself eight hundred, throwing herself into embraces, disturbing my state of mind.

As expected of a noble young lady, even her bullying is so unguarded, so… innovative.

At this moment, if Claire had mind-reading abilities and saw Lavendia’s inner thoughts, she would definitely be fuming red with anger.

“Me? I’m bullying the protagonist?”

“Who’s really bullying who…!”

Unfortunately, the system hasn’t developed mind-reading functions yet.

So dumpling Claire could only freeze helplessly in place, completely confused, watching helplessly as Lavendia’s favorability rating kept dropping.

Please stop dropping, ancestor, please stop, I won’t hug anymore, okay?

Clearly hugging this morning increased favorability, ugh.

Heartbroken, I give up.

The protagonist is really too hard to figure out!

Claire’s heart was like dead ashes, she gave up resistance, and so Lavendia gained the upper hand.

Poor, weak, and helpless Claire was mercilessly pushed away by Lavendia in the next second, then like a rag doll was held by her shoulders and made to stand straight in place.

Lavendia spoke calmly: “Since Young Lady Claire knows her body is weak, next time don’t soak for so long.”

“Okay.” Claire drooped her head dejectedly.

Fainting three times in one day did indeed make her appear physically weak.

Now something had gone wrong, hugging no longer increased favorability rating, it seems she couldn’t faint and throw herself into embraces at the slightest provocation anymore.

How could this be…

Lavendia continued: “I’ll call a maid to help you change clothes.”

“No, no need!”

Claire hurriedly said: “I can do it myself, sister, thank you for getting me the towel!”

Although she wasn’t clear exactly what happened, but Lavendia seemed unusually angry about being mistaken for a maid.

At this time it’s better not to call any maids in.

Indeed, the gloom on Lavendia’s face retreated slightly.

Her expression softened a bit as she stepped aside, indicating Claire could leave.

So Claire tried to step forward… but couldn’t.

She was petite, and the towel Lavendia gave was particularly large, wrapping her from neck to ankles completely.

Very proper.

Mummy Claire gave an awkward smile, hopping toward the bathroom exit.

Lavendia’s icy gaze was truly substantial.

So this is what it means to feel like there are thorns in your back, haha.

What earthly suffering is this…

But Claire wouldn’t easily admit defeat, even wrapped like a salted fish, she was still a salted fish struggling to flip over in place.

I hop, I hop.

I, I hop… eh?

Claire suddenly felt her body become light.

Lavendia couldn’t watch anymore, from behind she hug… oh no, she lifted Claire up.

That’s right, not a princess carry, but hands placed on Claire’s waist through the towel, lifting upward.

Like holding up a cat under its arms.

Like an old monkey holding up the future lion king toward the sun.

Also like a diligent mover transporting a life-sized figure…

No tenderness at all, strictly businesslike, not romantic at all.

Lavendia just “transported” the movement-impaired Claire to the bathroom door like this.

When putting her down, she even coldly said: “No need to thank me.”

Claire fell silent, feeling her maiden heart shatter into pieces.

Sister, why.

This morning you still held me in your arms listening to my heartbeat, why did you suddenly become so cold to me in the afternoon.

Why, sister, could it be that, being close with me and such, you’ve never felt happy about it at all…!