Viscount Kenfield's mouth twitched and he felt speechless.
Other people's homes are all warm and cozy, but his is leaking a little, and it's a tornado-like leak.
After calming down, Viscount Kenfield consoled himself:
"She can't always sleep with her mother!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a hint of doubt arose in his mind. Why did this sentence sound familiar?
late at night.
Xifuleya hugged her soft mother, put her face close to her neck, and said with a wicked smile:
"Didn't mom decide to stay home and not come with me? Why did she suddenly change her mind?"
Mrs. Kenfield pushed the face close to her neck away a little, her expression normal, and her tone without any abnormality as she said:
"I just thought that your dad is busy at work and you are not at home, so it would be boring for me to stay at home. So I decided to go out with you."
"It's just right, you can still keep me company and relieve my boredom."
"Really?" Xifuliya stretched out her tone.
Mrs. Kenfield glanced at her daughter: "What else do you think?"
While Sifreya was pretending to be in deep thought, her little hands started to move in a naughty manner.
Mrs. Kenfield's hand, hidden under the quilt, suddenly grabbed her daughter's hand, and said in a somewhat embarrassed tone:
"Don't think that I can't punish you just because you're grown up."
Xifuleya did not take her mother's threat seriously, but said:
"We are indeed mother and daughter, we feel the same way."
Mrs. Kenfield glared at her daughter who was becoming more and more perverted, then turned around and faced her daughter with her back.
Xifuleya giggled, put her arms around her mother, and pressed her body against her mother's back.
The high-end nightgowns they were wearing were made of a light material that felt like nothing, and felt no different from real skin.
Therefore, Mrs. Kenfield was able to fully feel her daughter's beautiful figure at this moment.
Xifuleya leaned close to her mother's ear and whispered:
"How did mom find out? Dad didn't leave any traces."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Kenfield said in a gloomy tone:
"Don't we usually go to the study to discuss things? Why are you going to the bedroom?"
"Just based on this?" Sifreya blinked her beautiful eyes.
Mrs. Kenfield sighed softly and continued to tell the details of her discovery.
"The sheets are so neat, could it be that they were standing in the bedroom discussing work?"
"Also, when I got off the carriage, I noticed that the curtain on the second floor was drawn, but when we went upstairs it was already drawn open."
"Also, when they walked past me downstairs, it was Sandy who took the initiative to walk to my side, and he was on the other side of Sandy."
"He was subconsciously avoiding me, probably because he was worried that I would smell his perfume."
Xifuleya suddenly realized, and immediately rested her forehead against the back of her mother's head, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair. After pondering for a while, she whispered:
"So do you blame Dad?"
Mrs. Kenfield opened her eyes, stared straight at the night before her, and said silently:
"What qualifications do I have to blame him? How can I have the face to blame him?"
"Although nothing happened between Eros and me, just standing by and watching was out of line."
Xifuleya stuck out her tongue a little guiltily: "It's all my fault!"
If she hadn't said this, Mrs. Kenfield wouldn't have thought anything of it, but when she heard her daughter say this, she immediately became angry.
He couldn't help but pinch his daughter's fair and delicate skin hard.
"So you still know how to blame yourself!"
Xifula felt pain and begged for mercy.
After twisting it, Mrs. Kenfield's anger subsided a lot. She snorted coldly and let go.
Xifuleya carefully rubbed the place where she was twisted just now. She had a hunch that her mother must have twisted her fair and tender skin to cause bruises.
After relieving the pain of the wound, Xifuleya asked in a low voice:
"So you're just going to let Dad do this from now on?"
"What else can I do? From now on, as long as he's not in front of me, I'll pretend I didn't see it." Mrs. Kenfield was a little self-destructive.
"Okay, let's go to bed!"
After saying this, Mrs. Kenfield closed her eyes and fell asleep, not saying a word in response to what Shifraya said.
There was no other choice, so Sifreya had to lean on her mother's back and close her eyes.
The next day, Sifreya brought her mother to say goodbye to her father.
To be honest, this was indeed somewhat beyond Viscount Kenfield's expectations.
Why are you leaving so soon? He wanted to keep her for a few more days, but Sifreya kept saying that Eros was leaving soon.
There was no choice but Viscount Kenfield could only reluctantly send his wife and daughter to the steam train station.
When he came back from the steam train station, he saw a luxurious carriage parked in front of his house.
Looking at the logo on the carriage, Viscount Kenfield recognized that it was Viscount Siber's carriage.
As he watched, a young man got off the luxurious carriage. He knew this man.
Viscount Siber's son, Baron Larivat Siber, is his daughter's fiancé.
Seeing this young man, Viscount Kenfield looked a little unnatural.
After all, someone else's family had arranged an engagement with my family, but when my daughter grew up, she followed another man.
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