This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 189
Earlier, when the maid tried to kiss him secretly,
I left the rest of my thoughts unsaid.
But Blitzen understood what I meant and nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
‘What the… so he knew the maid was trying to kiss him but kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep?’
In that case—
“Oh, I see. You like her, huh? Sorry for interrupting.”
I thought I’d accidentally intruded on a romantic moment.
How embarrassing for the maid.
I was about to apologize quickly and move on when—
“No.”
Blitzen’s denial stopped me in my tracks.
I slowly turned back to him.
“Huh?”
“I don’t like her.”
He doesn’t like her?
“Then why did you let her try to kiss you?”
“I don’t know.”
Blitzen tilted his head lazily.
There was a lethargic and dangerous charm about him, so different from Dad, who was full of raw energy.
As Blitzen’s eyes narrowed, his ruby-like eyes were half-hidden.
“She was the one who told me that the roses had been switched from Brown Velvet to Teresica.”
“…”
His well-shaped lips, like the rest of his features, curved in a perfect arch.
I could understand now why the maid sighed in admiration earlier.
Even in this bright and clear forest, bathed in sunlight, Blitzen somehow exuded a languid, dangerous aura.
But his looks weren’t the important thing—it was what he said.
I frowned deeply.
‘What is this kid even saying right now?’
“Offering your body as payment, even if it’s just a kiss, is not a good idea.”
“…”
“Once you get used to small things, you might eventually cross a line.”
“…”
“If you only realize it after you’ve gone too far, it’ll be hard to undo.”
I scolded Blitzen sternly in a serious tone.
“No matter how much you regret it later, you can’t turn back time.”
Blitzen looked at me for a moment and then chuckled softly.
“What’s funny?”
“Out of all my cousins, you’re one of the youngest, yet you say the most grown-up things sometimes.”
Oh no.
I quickly rolled my eyes and, in a more childish voice, added cutely,
“—That’s what my dad said.”
“Uncle Daymond?”
Did it not work?
“Yep! My dad!”
Blitzen’s eyes widened slightly before he tilted his head again and nodded.
“That’s right. He’s not wrong.”
Did he really agree…?
‘Thank goodness.’
I glanced at Blitzen, trying to gauge his reaction, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking from his expression.
Joshua also wasn’t the most expressive, but he was still easier to read than Blitzen.
“But,” Blitzen continued.
“Yeah?”
Before I could misunderstand further, Blitzen explained a little more.
“She’s not that brave. She just gets close enough to feel giddy and then runs off.”
So that’s why he let her be.
I furrowed my brow again.
“Still—”
“Wrong is still wrong.”
Blitzen finished my sentence for me.
I added,
“Exactly! She was trying to kiss you!”
I know a kiss won’t wear out your cheeks or lips.
‘But a kiss on the lips is special. You should save that for someone you like.’
At least at Blitzen’s age, that’s what he should be thinking.
The maid had gotten far too close for someone who was just “giddy.”
Blitzen seemed amused by how worked up I was, smiling as he stood up.
He grabbed the jacket beside him, dusted off the grass, and wiped his hands on his pants.
Then, he ruffled my hair.
It wasn’t like Balzac’s rough pats—it felt more like a gentle tickle on my scalp.
Before I could react, Blitzen whispered softly,
“Thanks.”
“…”
And with that, Blitzen walked away, leaving me standing alone, still feeling the warmth of his hand on my head.
‘…I really can’t figure him out.’
Out of all my cousins, Blitzen was the hardest to understand.
Not that he was unpleasant, just difficult to read.
I liked his face because it reminded me of Dad.
‘But I have no idea what he’s thinking.’
I shook my head vigorously, as if to shake off the thought.
That’s not the important thing right now.
I need to see Ragon and get back home quickly.