Chapter 141
The clock ticked away, and lunch was served quickly.
Michael was reading a book when he smelled the delicious aroma of fish soup. Little White Flower, carrying lunch, carefully approached him.
"lady."
Cynthia called out twice, and the lady slowly raised her head, but she didn't look at him. Following the lady's gaze, a few dark clouds drifted in from the sky outside the window, and a heavy rain was inevitable.
One was the duke's wife, and the other was his lover. After his death, they were shockingly placed together in a room. Gazing at the beautiful pure white roses outside, one was slightly stunned, while the other stared blankly at the other.
Michael seemed lost in memories. After a moment, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he let out a soft sigh.
He didn't even glance at Cynthia.
Cynthia's heart suddenly ached, an inexplicable pain that made him want to touch Michael, but the lady didn't like him. With her back to him, she coldly said, "Go away."
Cynthia dared not stay, but at the same time she wondered, why did the lady dislike roses but did not have the housekeeper, Heinz, remove the roses from the manor? Was it because he was kind by nature, or because roses had a special meaning to him?
Cynthia didn't dare ask; he instinctively felt the weight behind that answer.
But Cynthia scoffed at the idea of reopening old wounds and healing past pain. She believed that sadness should be buried deep in the heart, secrets should be kept secret, and time should make them fade. People should see and let go, and not live in the past.
Michael stood by the window, his long, seaweed-like hair cascading down his back. He leaned against the deep red curtains, his gaze cold and melancholic.
The white roses on the fence outside are about to wither.
The wind and rain have ravaged the land, the flowers are nearing the end of their bloom, and his life is no different from that of others.
He didn't watch any further.
The next day, Michael opened the window.
The morning breeze rustled his robe, and the cold air brought a brief moment of clarity. He had seen the shimmering lake after the rain, the emerald green grass, the green leaves covering the garden path, and the slender trees bent and twisted by the gale.
That clump of roses is probably long gone.
Michael looked down.
The lush green leaves concealed the white flowers, and apart from a few withered petals, the rose bushes bloomed inexplicably beautifully, showing no signs of being ravaged by wind and rain.
He couldn't help but be surprised, and stared blankly for a long time, his heavy mood seemingly easing a bit.
A gentle smile appeared on Michael's pale, cold face, as if he didn't understand but was also comforted.
He closed the window and rang a bell to summon a servant to help him change his clothes.
But the footsteps that came in were very different. Michael turned around and saw an Omega dressed in a neat servant's uniform and wearing white beaded flowers. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shy.
“Madam, Butler Haina said there’s no easy work for me today, and since you don’t have a personal servant, so…”
So how can you make it sound reasonable that you've fought tooth and nail to get the job you wanted?
Cynthia decided to only tell half the story, leaving the rest for the lady to guess.
Michael was half surprised and half puzzled, but the well-mannered lady did not lose her temper. In fact, his sullen face was a sign of his anger. However, Cynthia was not afraid at all. Instead, she walked over hesitantly and said, "Madam, let me help you get dressed."
Michael snorted, actually taking a rather inelegant half-step back: "Where's Jasmine?"
"Jasmine is not feeling well."
Where is Yuri?
"Sister Yuris is not feeling well either."
Before the lady could speak, Cynthia's tears welled up in her eyes, and she clutched her apron sadly: "Madam, is there something I did wrong?"
Michael was speechless for a moment. Finally, he lazily stretched out his hand and said impatiently, "Go get my clothes."
Cynthia quickly wiped away her tears and gave a smile brighter than a sunflower: "Yes, ma'am."
He went to the dressing room, where all of the Earl's clothes had been cleaned out. The wardrobe was filled with all kinds of dresses, shawls, coats, hats, and everything a noblewoman should have. Madame Michael had more than enough of everything.
But to Cynthia’s surprise, among the many dresses, she found a riding outfit. Noble ladies rarely rode horses; they sat sideways on the horse’s back, still wearing dresses.
But judging from the size, it's not an Alpha.
Cynthia carefully concealed the fact that she had accidentally found it. After thinking for a moment, she walked out holding a sapphire blue dress that was as light as a feather.
Mrs. Michael was wearing a nightgown and walking barefoot on the carpet. Her feet were slender and well-proportioned with delicate texture, and her round toenails were painted black, making one want to hold them and pinch them.
He looked at Cynthia lazily and reached out his hand.
Cynthia immediately ran over, took the hand, and touched the hard rose ring on the lady's hand.
Michael frowned, looking at him with an expression that said, "You're hopeless," and gritted his teeth slightly: "I told you to change your clothes."
Cynthia's face turned red, and she let go of his hand in grievance. She lowered her head to unbutton the shell buttons on her sleeves. He took off the lady's outer robe, revealing her naked body under the nightgown.
Male Omegas possess physical characteristics similar to traditional males: a flat chest, narrow waist and hips, and an indescribable area. However, they also possess the softness and fullness typical of Omegas, with firm, full buttocks and a slender, smooth body.
The lady was very beautiful. Cynthia stared blankly at his clothes, her eyes filled with a sense of despair, and halos of light shimmered around her.
Why...why...is it all...smooth...?
Michael's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He yanked his robe back up and said coldly, "Cynthia!"
Cynthia snapped out of her daze, wiped her mouth, and hurriedly said, "Help the lady change her clothes... change her clothes, change her clothes."
Michael frowned deeply, intending to find someone else, but Cynthia's eyes showed no lewdness, only crystal clarity.
He hesitated for a moment, and then Cynthia took the clothes away, holding the skirt and squatting down at his feet.
Michael frowned and lifted his foot to cooperate, but halfway through the dress, he grabbed Cynthia's hand: "Tie your waist."
Cynthia paused, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt, but unusually, she didn't immediately reach for it, drawing a strange glance from Michael. Did this idiot not know what a corset was?
Before he could speak, Cynthia's hand moved from the hem of his skirt to his waist. The back of the skirt was made of ties, and her hand was warm and soft, like a piece of warm tofu, gently touching his warm skin.
Cynthia's voice was soft as she gently put her arm around Michael's waist from behind: "Madam doesn't need those things."
“You own Keaton Estate, the Duke’s entire estate. You no longer need those things that are used to suffer and attract Alphas. You are beautiful enough. You don’t need those things that harm your health.”
Michael gave a mocking smile, and the noblewoman in the mirror also raised an eyebrow coldly: "Do you know what you're saying?"
After a pause, he said dismissively, "What do you know?"
Cynthia, clutching her apron, breathed in the scent of roses. She wasn't afraid at all, tilting her head with pure and gentle eyes: "Madam, you look beautiful enough even without wearing anything. It should be those Alphas who are desperately trying to please you."
This statement was astonishing for Portland, a city where Alpha reigns supreme.
Michael was momentarily stunned by the education and admonitions he had received over the years. He frowned deeply, intending to reprimand Cynthia, but the pressure on her chin softened as he pinched her fingers.
It's skin that feels very comfortable to the touch.
That corset was indeed very uncomfortable to wear; he couldn't bend over, couldn't do strenuous exercise, and couldn't eat properly.
But all Omegas have gone through this. Michael was unconventional, but he had already tasted the bitterness of being unconventional. Yet at this moment, a wavering arose in his resolute heart. Aversion to resistance and a desire to resist struggled in his mind. In the end, it turned into a cold but not frightening gaze: "Whatever."
He withdrew his hand and turned around, his long, dark hair brushing against Cynthia's arm.
The lady sat in front of the dressing mirror, coldly looking at the person in the mirror.
Cynthia cupped his hair in her hands, gently sniffed it, and smiled sweetly at Michael's once again shocked gaze: "Madam, trust me."
He lived up to his word, making his wife shine in jewels and silk dresses.
Michael looked in the mirror, and after a long while, he gave a cold snort, which could be considered... a reluctant forgiveness for Cynthia's offense.
In the afternoon, a gentleman came to visit Michael, and Michael felt a wave of nausea rise in his throat just from hearing the name.
However, this nobleman held a high position and great power, so Michael could not completely refuse. Michael nodded with a gloomy expression.
Butler Hina faithfully carried out Michael's orders, bringing in a handsome, cold-hearted, and frivolous male Alpha.
"Good day, Madam."
He tried to kiss Michael's hand, but Michael avoided it. The male Alpha's tender expression suddenly turned cold, and he sat down opposite Michael with a somewhat frivolous air, looking around: "What a lovely manor, with beautiful scenery. I'm sure you're very happy and don't miss me at all."
Michael was as cold as ice: "Every word you said disgusts me."
The male Alpha's smile froze for a moment, but then returned to normal, his eyes filled with a greedy smile: "My lady is as charming as ever."
He grasped Michael's hand firmly: "But since you've agreed to see me, you must have been prepared, right? You wouldn't have the heart to do that, would you?"
Michael's anger was hard to conceal. He took a few rapid breaths, and a look of pain appeared in his eyes. But the pain was quickly covered by an icy indifference. He withdrew his hand and sneered, "You're just asking for trouble."
The male Alpha smiled slightly, his expression gradually relaxing, his tone revealing obvious desire: "Yes, my lady, then I will wait for you in the room."
He stood up and politely said to the housekeeper, Haina, "Please show me the way to... Madam's boudoir."
Michael sat by the lake, his eyes filled with deep weariness and disgust. After an unknown amount of time, he stood up and walked towards the castle.
The third-floor corridor was dark and quiet, but now there was a hint of Alpha pheromones.
Michael pushed open the bedroom door expressionlessly.
The room was filled with overwhelming Alpha pheromones, but he felt nothing. A naked, strong Alpha was lying on the bed with his buttocks raised, wearing an eye mask and a gag, and carrying other tools he had brought with him.
Beside the bed were various sizes of indescribable genitalia and a barbed horsewhip.
Michael felt nauseous.
He paused for a while, waiting for the Alpha on the bed to crawl toward him with his buttocks sticking out, before reaching out to pick up the riding whip.
But suddenly, his hand was covered by a soft hand.
Michael snapped back to reality in shock. The petite Omega rushed in, smashing a tray into the sturdy Alpha, knocking him unconscious. After confirming the Alpha was unconscious, he swung a stool and smashed it down repeatedly. The whole process was smooth and seamless.
Cynthia effortlessly kicked the Alpha over, then weakly and helplessly fell into the arms of the beautiful lady.
He hugged the lady's slender waist: "Waaaaah, Madam, you scared me to death, waaaaah, I'm here to save you, are you alright, Madam, are you alright, are you alright, waaaaah."
Michael looked at the Alpha bleeding profusely, holding the limp servant in his arms, and said uncertainly, "I... I'm fine."
Cynthia clung to his waist, her eyes red and brimming with tears. She turned Michael's face away from the Alpha and buried her face in his chest, saying, "Madam, don't look at that filthy thing, sob sob, I'm so scared."
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