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Curse the Mainframe! - Chapter 242

Published at 5th of December 2019 03:15:12 PM


Chapter 242

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Her eyes darted between her brother and her darling Alexander, wide with shock and disbelief.

No!

No! How could this be!

It had only been half an hour while she was busy searching for her brother's shadow, but it had already been enough for something to happen!

Ah, she should have known that this degenerate would drag her Alexander back to his bedroom!

But, unfortunately for her, this idiot had so many bedrooms that she had to check them all one by one!

Ophelia was about to go insane.

Ophelia's eyes locked onto her Alexander's dishevelled form, and she felt as if she'd taken a blow she couldn't recover from.

They'd… they'd already…!

At that thought, she felt faint.

She hadn't even gone past holding hands with her Alexander, but here, that stupid Alistair had already…!

No!

She screamed inwardly in sadness, and despair, and anger coloured her vision when she looked at her brother.

Alexander's brows furrowed a little, as if he was upset that he betrayed her, but he still carefully didn't look at her anymore, instead looking only at Alistair.

To think that someone she thought was safe was actually the most dangerous one!

She felt like killing Alistair.

Eek! She knew that he messed around with females, so why hadn't she ever thought that he'd switch to males as well if he was given enough incentive? And, sure enough, her Alexander was so attractive that she had to watch out for both genders.

His first time was gone just like that!

She felt like crying.

Unlike his usually neatly combed hair, Alexander's hair was now messed up, as if someone had run their hands through his hair, pulling and yanking on it.

Alistair…!

Not only that, two of her Alexander's buttons were popped off, as compared to his usually neatly dressed self. He'd never allow himself to be seen like this if something didn't happen!

Ophelia felt her breath coming faster as she felt faint.

Alec shakily got up from the bed, stumbling a little as he walked forward, and Ophelia couldn't breathe from sheer breathless horror.

It felt like a storm had gone off in her mind, the multitude of feelings swirling around without pause.

As devastated as she felt right now, the Alexander before her eyes was emitting a dangerously sexy charm that made her feel as if she was about to go crazy.

"…Lady Ophelia," Alec said with a rare hesitance and embarrassment.

His eyes were lowered to the floor, and there was the slightest flush on his face, as if he hadn't calmed down.

He still didn't look at her.

Ophelia felt something in her build, and her staring was interrupted at that idiot Alistair's tap on the shoulder. She swallowed.

"Baby sister, you're bleeding," Alistair said with a sloppy, slightly smug grin.

"Bleeding?" Ophelia repeated in a daze, and Alistair mimed blood dripping down from the nose.


Ophelia hastily wiped under her nose and stared at her finger, but there was no sign of the blood that Alistair alluded to.

She glared at Alistair.

Alec stepped forward, and Ophelia's eyes locked back onto Alec's form, her eyes widening even more when he tilted turned his head subtly, and she realized the presence of the hickeys on his neck that definitely hadn't been there before.

She just barely stopped herself from screeching, and something hot rushed into her brain, causing her vision to blacken as she fainted.

Both Alec and Alistair made no move to catch the fallen princess' body, looking at her crumpled form with bemusement.

Alec had not expected her to react so strongly, passing out, but he supposed it was just as well.

Alistair snorted when he saw the expression on his sister's passed out face.

It was obvious that she'd received too much simulation from Alec's unexpected attack, causing her to pass out like a delicate little maiden.

And to think this wasn't even Alec's true face.

The face that he was using now was much too plain when compared to his real face, but even then, he was already able to hook in so many girls and make them dance to his tune.

Thinking about him doing the same thing with his real face made Alistair shiver.

He'd even classify that as a national weapon, if he could.

"So… you're going to carry her back, right?" Alistair said with a smile, immediately stepping out of the room. He took no responsibility for this. "I'll look for you at night."

As her 'lover', and ever the gentleman that he portrayed his infiltration character to be, Alec was the one who should be seen carrying the princess back to her room rather than the brother that everyone saw as indecent.

Alec reluctantly carried Ophelia back to her room princess style, something that she'd die for if she was awake, but too bad, his service only extended this far.

At least the maids that almost stopped him from going in were blushing when they looked at how gentlemanly he was acting.

After depositing Ophelia in her room, he subtly painted a seal on her to keep her asleep until the next day.

It would dissolve by itself, leaving no trace behind when she woke.

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At night, the two met up again to discuss at length without Ophelia disturbing them.

Even then, Alistair made sure for the maids outside to catch sight of him 'sneaking' in, causing the maids to flare up as the urge to gossip gushed out from the bottoms of their souls.

This was big news!

They couldn't believe it earlier, but now that they'd seen it with their own eyes, the sporadic rumours that were floating around had all but been confirmed.

Excited, the maids exchanged glances within themselves and heated whispers and giggles, not knowing that every word they spoke flowed straight into Alec's ears.

Alec didn't quite know how to feel about it, but he supposed that this was the course of action that they planned for, which gave him a way to keep out from under Ophelia's thumb as well.

By tomorrow, it was sure that the news about Alexander getting together with Alistair was sure to be a bomb, spreading like wildfire throughout the upper circles.

Regardless of how Ophelia tried to oppress it, now that the maids had seen Alistair slipping into Alec's room, there was no way that she'd be able to.

More than that, such a scandal like this was always hot news, and would be sure to spread without being hope of stopping it.

"I'll bring you around with me," Alistair said at last, finally deciding.

Since they didn't have a course of action right now, it would be easier for him to bring Alec around with him – that, and he definitely had more information with him than Alec would be able to obtain if he stayed with Ophelia.

Alec gave a short laugh. That was fine with him.

Though they had conversed at length, the two were still keeping each other at arm's length, gauging what the other knew and what they didn't.

By no means did they trust each other.

Motives, goals, personality.

It was something that they were slowly gleaming from their conversation.

Of course, nothing could grow without a modicum of trust, and they were cautiously extending it to the other.

The rumours were already growing out of control outside the door and being faced with curious eyes tomorrow was sure to be amusing.

Ye Sha snorted.

Alec's strange sense of humour had acted up again, and he didn't know if he pitied the first prince or not.

Then, he shrugged. The prince had signed up for it, so he would be the one to handle the consequences.

Ye Sha was just here for the show.

He wondered if Alec remembered that Dominique was in the city.




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