Mom's Possessed - Chapter 52
“A book?”
“Yes, a book!”
Books, especially novels, were what Bentley, who had no interest in games or play, liked the most.
He passionately exclaimed.
“There are many longer and more interesting novels than those short, simple summaries that kids like that read. Even the one you’re reading now is the same!”
Before she knew it, Bentley’s hand had snatched away the storybook Bonita was holding.
Bentley shook the book titled .
“This too, the original is an amazing epic novel over five hundred pages long! It’s my favorite book!”
“Umm…”
Overwhelmed by his momentum, Bonita unconsciously nodded.
Bentley’s feet stepped closer.
“So you absolutely must learn to read! Just looking at pictures is an insult to the person who made the book!”
But he shouldn’t have said that.
“Wh-what’s wrong with pictures?”
Bonita flared up.
Clenching her small fists, she glared and retorted.
“The person who drew the pictures is also an author. They worked so hard to draw such wonderful pictures, it’s too mean to just read the words and skip over them like you do.”
“The pictures are just drawn based on the novel! So they’re not authors, just illustrators!”
“What does it matter what they’re called?”
“It does matter!”
“No, it doesn’t!”
The children’s opinions clashed.
Once voices were raised, the relatively calm and peaceful atmosphere that had filled the playroom until just moments ago disappeared in an instant.
Instead, a precarious current that seemed ready to explode at any moment flowed between the two.
Crackle.
Dark pink eyes and black eyes glared at each other, each filled with their own stubbornness.
It was then that the door to the playroom opened.
“Young lady, young master. His Excellency says the meal is ready now, so please come down…”
The maid who had come to escort the two young masters and ladies with a beaming smile unconsciously stiffened her facial muscles at the stormy air hanging between the children.
“Um… did something happen?”
“No.”
Bonita answered quickly.
“I’ll go now.”
Her answer was almost no different from usual, but her expression was not.
“Tch…”
Bentley clicked his tongue as he watched Bonita turn away coldly.
He stood rooted to the spot next to the sofa with his arms crossed, glaring daggers at the round back of her head.
The maid called out to Bentley again.
“Young master?”
“Ah, sorry.”
Bentley apologized neatly.
He couldn’t make a scene with the servants in someone else’s house, especially at a duke’s residence.
That would be “causing a commotion” which his father so despised.
“Ah…”
As he realized this, regret belatedly washed over him.
He chewed on the inside of his mouth.
‘I shouldn’t have gotten excited.’
No matter how much it hit a sore spot, he should have pretended not to know until the end.
No, he shouldn’t have exaggerated too much from the start. If he had tried to become friends slowly in a calmer way, more similar to his original personality, there probably wouldn’t have been such a big problem.
If he went down to the dining room like this, the duke’s daughter would be thoroughly upset and wouldn’t even glance at him. She might even tell the duke everything about how she didn’t like her newly met cousin brother.
If that happened…
His father would just laugh it off in that moment, but at home he would angrily declare that Bentley was useless.
It would be a nightmare.
Bentley clutched his head, which was throbbing with stress. He felt nauseous.
He didn’t want to go down to the dining room.
“I’ll guide you.”
“…Okay.”
But there was no way to escape.
He was just a powerless child, and even if he left home, there was no way he could survive on his own.
No, there was.
He could go around begging like the street children he had only seen in books, facing the risks of kidnapping and violence.
But who would want to live like that?
In the first place, his father only became sensitive after hearing the news that the duke’s daughter, who was thought to be dead, had appeared.
Before that, his father had been very proud of Bentley, his eldest son, saying he would soon become a duke. He spared no expense in educating him.
His mother was always gentle, and his younger brother Morgan was a troublemaker and greedy, but still cute when sleeping.
“Ah, I don’t know.”
Bentley scratched his head irritably.
‘If I get scolded, I get scolded.’
Surely they wouldn’t strip and throw out their own son.
With that, he tapped his toes and soon stepped onto the stairs leading to the dining room.
[This is the timeline separator]Luke, who was sitting in the dining room, muttered.
“The children are a bit late.”
“They must be having fun playing, brother.”
“…That’s right.”
Even as he answered Oliver’s words, Luke felt an inexplicable emptiness.
Catherine, who had been quietly watching her sons, tossed out:
“Well, they’re probably fighting or something.”
“Fighting?”
“Children tend to yell and get angry at the slightest disagreement.”
“Hmm.”
Luke calmly retorted with his arms crossed.
“That’s not something you should say, Mother!”
“What did I say!”
“Hahaha. Brother and Mother are still the same as ever.”
When Catherine got angry, Oliver burst into laughter beside her.
But it still felt empty somehow.
Luke knew the reason why.
“I’m not feeling well today. I’m sorry, but I’ll have dinner separately in my room.”
‘…Not feeling well indeed.’
Just this morning she had said she was all better, and even shamelessly suggested sleeping in late in the same bed.
What on earth was she plotting?
‘Could she be planning something?’
Tap, tap.
Luke pondered as he tapped his index finger on the table. Seeing her son like this, Catherine pointed out sharply.
“Don’t tap on the table, Luke.”
“…Mother. I’m thirty years old.”
“So what? I’m over sixty!”
“Ah, yes. How nice to be so old.”
“What did you say?”
It was their usual bickering.
Oliver smiled awkwardly beside them and said:
“Haha… Come on, brother. Don’t tease Mother too much.”
“I haven’t said anything in particular though?”
As Luke replied with nonchalant eyes, Catherine jumped to her feet.
“What do you mean you haven’t said anything! You little-”
“Ah, Mother, please calm down. The children will hear.”
“The children aren’t even here yet, what are you talking about-”
“Ah.”
Just then, the dining room door opened and Bonita peeked her head in.
Holding the side of the door with her small hand, Bonita glanced around and then slowly backed away.
“Should I come back out…?”
“No!”
“Bonita!”
Catherine and Luke shouted almost simultaneously.
“Ahem. We were just talking about going to look for you because you were taking so long. Come on in.”
“Okay.”
Bonita trotted into the dining room.
But the boy who should have been following behind was missing. Oliver, who was swirling his wine glass, looked down at Bonita and asked:
“By the way, where is Bentley? It seems he didn’t come with you.”
“…”
At the mention of Bentley, Bonita’s mouth clamped shut.
Oliver’s hand gripping the glass tightened. But his face remained smiling as before.
Luke tossed out casually:
“He must have stopped by the bathroom or something.”
“Ah… that could be.”
Oliver turned his head towards Bonita with a charming smile.
“Isn’t that right?”
“…”
Bonita hesitated.
If she told the truth here that they had fought, the adults’ mood would likely turn sour.
Honestly, she didn’t care what Oliver, whom she had just met today, thought, but she didn’t want to see Luke or Catherine upset or disappointed.
However, she didn’t want to lie either.
“Bonita?”
Luke’s call was heard.
Though his tone was very affectionate and gentle, Bonita found it burdensome, as if it was urging her to answer.
‘Should I have endured more back then?’
Bonita recalled what had just happened, but soon shook her head inwardly.
‘But it wasn’t my fault!’
He was the one who made her angry first. So the fight was Bentley’s fault, not hers.
Yet he ran off somewhere, leaving her in this awkward position.
Bonita disliked her newly acquired “cousin brother” even more.
“He’ll… probably come down soon.”
Not wanting to lie but also not wanting to tell the truth, Bonita evaded vaguely as she sat down.
‘Mom’s not here.’
In the seat where Aria usually sat, there was a sickeningly handsome adult man.
The man had casually suggested she call him uncle, but Bonita had no desire to get close to him. So Bonita decided to just call that man ‘Viscount Delphinium’.
Either way, she wouldn’t say it out loud.
Just as Bonita made that decision, the dining room door opened again.
The person who entered was, of course, Bentley.
“I’m sorry for being late.”
The boy slunk in with an expression of utmost apology.
Oliver raised his eyebrows and scolded:
“Bentley! What on earth were you doing to be this late?”
“I’m sorry, Father. I suddenly had to use the bathroom urgently. And then on the way, I got lost because the house layout is complicated…”
“The duke’s residence is a bit large.”
Luke soothed the boy in a kind tone.
“No need to apologize. You must be hungry from playing. Come on in.”
“Thank you, Uncle!”
Bentley approached the empty seat with a bright smile. Luke was watching his nephew with fond eyes.
Seeing the two of them, Bonita’s jaw dropped. How could he lie without batting an eye like that!
“?”
Feeling the intense gaze, Bentley tilted his head for a moment, then noticing Bonita’s shocked face, he raised the corners of his mouth.
Bonita’s eyes widened.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
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