Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 270 The Spirit Of A Vixen

Concerning Yelena’s future, Emrys spoke with great seriousness. “Lena, I think you should calm down. When I said crawl, I meant ‘leave‘, not literally crawl”

“I understand. I just wanted to test the softness of the couch, That’s all.”

Emrys was left speechless.

Bounce… Bounce… Bounce….

While Yelena was playing on the sofa, Emrys‘ pants became soaked.

Contrary to what one might think, he had just poured himself a glass of water when he accidentally spilled it on his pants.

Yelena was to blame. As she was crawling, she suddenly showed off her little feet, painted with fluorescent nail polish, to Emrys. When Emrys refused to admire them, Yelena kicked out in response, causing the water to spill.

Just as they were fooling around, there was a sudden knock at the door.

Yelena snorted and said, “I don’t even need to guess to know that it must be that Balford woman. That’s right, I need to hide… hehe!”

As she spoke, she climbed down from the couch.

The couch was clearly not high, yet she chose to crawl off it, as if deliberately showcasing the contours of her figure. She even knelt on one knee at the edge of the couch, pausing for a moment.

Emrys ignored her.

Women will only distract me.

With a pout, Yelena realized she was making a fool of herself. She picked up her shoes and hurried off to the balcony, as if she were a thief.

Seeing her really trying to hide, Emrys was left speechless and said, “Lena, you are my sister. Isn’t it perfectly normal for us to be together? Your attempt to hide might actually give others the wrong idea!”

Emrys wanted to go to the balcony to drag Yelena back, but a shout came from outside. “Scram, the person you’re looking for isn’t here. I’ve already hidden… Also, don’t you dare tell anyone I’m here, or I’ll go back and tell Delia that you’ve been laying your hands on me.”

Who on earth is the one being hands?

Emrys felt a headache coming on.

But what else could he do? He couldn’t possibly let Jacqueline stand at the door forever, could he?

Thus, he had no choice but to go and open the door.

Chapter 270 The Spirit Of A Vixen

As expected, the person standing at the door was none other than Jacqueline. She had already taken as bath and was dressed in a thin nightgown. Her long, smooth, and slender legs were revealed under the hem of her dress, and she was holding a bottle of red wine.

“Emrys, why did it take you so long to open the door?” Jacqueline asked curiously.

“Didn’t I tell you I was taking a bath? As soon as I heard you knock, I quickly got dressed and came to open the door,” Emrys explained.

“But you don’t look like you’ve taken a bath at all.”

“Who says so? Look, my pants are all wet.”

“Did you only wash…”

Jacqueline gave Emrys‘ trousers a peculiar glance, but chose not to continue speaking, so as not to expose… No, it was rather to avoid giving Emrys the wrong impression if she were to voice her dirty thoughts.

“To celebrate the successful completion of your first class today, let’s have some red wine!”

Jacqueline stepped through the door, explaining her purpose for being there. However, before she could even settle down on the couch, she wrinkled her delicate nose and remarked, “How odd. Why is there the scent of women’s perfume in here.”

Naturally, this scent was left behind by Yelena.

The perfume on Yelena wasn’t overpowering nor was it too strong, yet it had the ability to linger in the

considerable amount of time.

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Cough, cough…

Emrys nervously touched his nose and said, “I also find it strange. As soon as I entered, I noticed the scent too. I wonder if a vixen’s spirit has been present here.”

Yelena, hidden on the balcony and eavesdropping, clenched her teeth in anger. You’re the real fox, and so are all your siblings… Huh, why does this phrase sound so odd?

To prevent Jacqueline from further investigating the origin of the perfume, Emrys subtly uncorked a bottle of red wine and said, “Lovely Jacqueline, didn’t you mention celebrating the successful completion of my first class? Come, let’s raise a toast!”

Upon hearing this, Jacqueline ceased her probing. After all, this was Emrys‘ first time moving into this apartment. She could never have imagined that there was actually another woman concealed there.

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