I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
“What does Lord Redford think about meeting new connections in unfamiliar places?”
Logan’s face should have been filled with contempt. But once again, her expectation missed the mark.
He simply looked down at her in silence—so much so that he even appeared delighted, as if he had just discovered a treasure.
Sydney let out a soft chuckle and murmured to herself, “Am I really this drunk?”
As if to confirm her drunkenness, the murmuring of the two men grew faint and distant.
Sydney came to her senses when Ernest lightly tapped the table.
“Uh, well… I’ll take my cousin with me for now.”
Sydney blinked and let out a quiet “Ah,” then tried to piece things together in her head.
So Ernest was taking his cousin, who’d passed out from drinking—meaning Victoria was his cousin? Ernest Holden?
Sydney recalled the countless letters she’d exchanged with Victoria. Nowhere in them had Victoria ever mentioned Ernest Holden…
“How can I be sure you’re really Victoria’s cousin?”
Ernest and Logan exchanged glances, both looking awkward. After a brief moment of hesitation, Ernest handed Sydney his business card.
“This is my card. If you still can’t trust me… I’ll wake Victoria up to prove it.”
“…How?”
“Then I hope you’ll forgive the brief disturbance.”
Sydney rested her chin in her hand and watched as Ernest shook Victoria awake.
“Victoria Orwello. Hey, wake up.”
“Huh? Who’s this? Sasssaaagaaajiii… Erniiisssst Orrrraaa… Burnidaat.”
Ernest picked up the squirming Victoria and declared proudly,
“Miss Marien, it’s been proven that I’m her older brother, right?”
“Yes, I’ll leave Victoria in your care.”
Sydney smiled faintly and gave Ernest a light wave. He acknowledged her with a nod, then immediately grumbled as he turned away.
“Whew… just how much did she drink?”
“Nooo way. I’m not drunk at all.”
“Victoria, please just come quietly.”
Jingle.
A bell chimed as Ernest and Victoria left.
Sydney, still resting her chin in her hand, picked up her empty glass and gave it a gentle swirl. She was staring blankly into the glass when a bottle of liquor entered her field of vision.
She lifted her gaze and met Logan’s eyes as he refilled her glass.
“Why?”
She wanted to ask him why he had taken Victoria’s seat. But for some reason, the words stuck in her throat.
Logan, watching her intently, finally moved his lips.
“I refilled it because your glass was empty.”
Something felt off. The Logan she knew would never act this way toward a stranger.
Should she just ask him outright? Sydney straightened her posture and asked bluntly,
“You don’t seem like someone who’d easily trust strangers… yet you’re sitting right there and even refilling my glass. Why?”
The amusement vanished from Logan’s face. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms—a posture Sydney knew all too well.
He always did that whenever something displeased him or weighed on his mind.
“Perhaps… Miss Marien isn’t as unfamiliar to me as you think.”
“…”
So he’d noticed after all? Sydney casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, subtly checking her earring. Its ring-like shape confirmed that the artifact was still functioning properly.
[This is the timeline separator]Whether from intoxication or nervousness, the woman’s fingertips trembled slightly as she fiddled with her earring.
Her cool, half-lidded blue eyes, aloof tone, and low, husky voice—everything about her felt far too familiar.
‘Lover’s Night.’ Of all days, she had to resemble that damned man he was supposed to meet tonight…
Her face and hair color were completely different, yet her tall, lean frame, indifferent mannerisms, and that inexplicably unsettling aura stirred memories of that infuriating man—
The very existence of whom grated on his nerves, yet whose absence drove him mad: Sydney Warden, the woman who made Logan Redford question his own identity…
“I wanted to escape.”
Logan Redford continued speaking as he refilled the puzzled woman’s glass.
“Let’s just say I wanted to find the meaning behind what Miss Marien said about ‘new connections in unfamiliar places.’”
“‘Let’s just say’… so there’s another motive, isn’t there?”
Logan Redford’s brow twitched at the woman’s sharp retort.
That pale, narrow face, luxuriant golden hair, and subtly different features couldn’t possibly belong to that brat. Besides, this woman was someone Logan could safely allow himself to like.
If only he could return to being the flawless Logan, perfect heir of House Redford…
“Isn’t it the same reason butterflies seek flowers?”
“To drink nectar… or to devour me?”
How could one person devour another? The woman herself seemed amused by her own absurd words and let out a soft laugh.
Normally, Logan would have dismissed a drunken woman like her and her ridiculous jokes altogether. But this woman’s clumsy charm and the low timbre of her laughter made him want to hear more…
“I hadn’t thought that far… but is it really not allowed?”
He decided he’d willingly play the fool—just to be with this bold woman who’d placed her hotel room key on the table.
[This is the timeline separator]Did I hear that wrong?
Sydney stared at him, her smile still lingering on her lips.
Was it because he wore a navy cravat and charcoal-gray suit instead of his uniform? Or because his usually neat platinum hair was slightly disheveled?
His thick brows, straight high nose, plump lips, and sharp jawline were all exactly the same…
Yet the Logan Redford before her now exuded a raw, feral magnetism, like a beast waiting to pounce.
Was it because of his eyes?
Those blazing blue eyes, as if ready to swallow her whole.
They closely resembled the look Logan always got when he couldn’t control his anger.
No—this was even more dangerous and unsettling.
“You really have a sharp sense of humor.”
Thud. The sound of Sydney placing her glass firmly on the table shattered the heavy silence. The fact that even that sound felt distant told her she was far drunker than she’d realized.
She reached for her handbag beside her and opened her mouth,
“I’m too drunk. I should go…”
“Now that you mention it… I have another question.”
Her words were drowned out by Logan’s voice.
“What was your intention, drinking alone in a hotel bar late at night… and so conspicuously placing your room key on the table?”
He pointed to the penthouse key lying on the table. Sydney instinctively picked it up and bit her lip.
“Oh, this…”
She’d been about to brush it off casually, but her words caught in her throat. She fully understood the implication behind his question—and the misunderstanding he clearly had.
In truth, Victoria had reserved the penthouse with exactly that intention. And Logan had merely asked a question.
Yet Sydney still found the whole situation unbearably humiliating and irritating.
Instead of reaching for her handbag, Sydney picked up the liquor bottle and took Logan’s empty glass, refilling it.
Logan Redford hated alcohol—precisely because he was so weak against it.
Moreover, though not excessively so, Logan was an unusually fastidious man. Would he really use a glass Victoria had drunk from?
Absolutely, unequivocally, no.
“This was my friend’s glass… is that alright?”
She set the glass before him with a sweet smile. Predictably, Logan’s face twisted in clear displeasure, and after a visibly awkward pause, he declined politely,
“I’m quite weak to alcohol.”
Seeing the exact reaction she’d hoped for, Sydney’s smile widened.
She pointed at the glass with teasing eyes.
“If you truly want my answer, you’ll drink it.”
It was terribly rude to pressure someone who was alcohol-sensitive into drinking.
But she wanted him to understand just how little consideration his own question had shown.
Of course, he likely wouldn’t catch her intention—but at least Sydney herself would feel much better.
“What if I get drunk?”
Sydney watched his glass with interest, then leaned her chin on her hand and whispered playfully,
“…If you want that answer too, you’ll need to drink two glasses.”
“You’re a dangerous woman, Miss Marien.”
Logan let out a long, resigned sigh as if utterly defeated, then downed the first glass in one go and refilled it himself.
“No need to push yourself.”
Ignoring Sydney’s attempt to stop him, Logan tilted back the second glass.
His narrowed eyes and bobbing Adam’s apple made Sydney unconsciously swallow.
Logan placed the glass back on the table and smirked.
“Answer both questions now.”
His voice and gaze felt languid, drowsy.
He was already tipsy from just two drinks? Sydney felt both incredulous and guilty, so she held up the key and explained earnestly,
“It’s the key to the penthouse Victoria booked. And if you get drunk too… I’ll feel less embarrassed. I felt like I was the only one making a fool of myself by getting drunk alone.”
“What a pity.”
“What’s a pity?”
Logan pointed to her glass, just as she had done to him—meaning he’d give his answer only if she drank too.
“That’s unfair… I’m also weak to alcohol.”
“You don’t look it.”
“That’s exactly what’s unfair. Even when I’m drunk, no one shows me any consideration.”
She muttered, “Because it doesn’t show,” under her breath, then downed her drink like Logan had.
When she shivered with a “Ugh,” Logan covered his mouth in an attempt to suppress his laughter—but failed to hide the sound entirely.
“Stop laughing and just answer already.”
“Hmm, I thought Miss Marien was trying to lure me into her room. Since that’s not the case… I’m disappointed.”
Why would Logan, heir of House Redford, feel disappointed enough to ask a title-less commoner like Marien to seduce him?
Besides, seduction wasn’t something that could be achieved simply by asking.
“Are you… suggesting I should seduce you like that?”
Logan gave a meaningful smile and refilled her glass—clearly implying she’d have to drink if she wanted his answer.
Honestly, this man… Sydney pushed her glass away slightly and scoffed.
“I’m not particularly curious, so I won’t drink.”
“I see.”
Logan lowered his eyes and gave a quiet chuckle. That only irritated Sydney further, prompting her to snort derisively.
“Are you drunk? Your words are getting shorter, and you keep laughing.”
“I have to get drunk. Enough to not feel embarrassed while Miss Marien tells her story.”
Had he always been this brazen? Every new side of Logan she witnessed made Sydney inexplicably frustrated and resentful.
Three years on the battlefield, then one year on the investigation team.
For four whole years, Logan Redford had either scowled or snapped at her whenever they met—or more often than not, ignored her completely as if she didn’t exist.
Yet to ‘Marien,’ whom he’d just met today… Realizing where her thoughts had led, Sydney waved her hand through the air as if brushing it all away in futility.
“You really want to hear my story—or rather, Marien’s story, don’t you?”
“Would it be alright if my question is a bit rude?”
She must be properly drunk now.
At this moment, Sydney was dissatisfied with everything. She disliked Logan Redford’s curiosity about Marien—and disliked it just as much if he wasn’t curious.
“I’m drunk right now.”
“Good. I’m drunk too.”
Logan brought the glass to his lips and tilted his head back.
Thud. As he set the glass down, he grimaced in discomfort and growled,
“I’m dying to know—especially what that penthouse was really meant for.”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Ahhhh the “I have a friend” line. How did she keep her gender hidden this long smh lol
Could it be he was the one who designed the dresses Victoria gifted her?