After Being Coaxed And Seduced By A Yandere Omega Heartthrob - Chapter 11

“This is…”

Song Zhao instinctively reached out and took hold of the other end of the box. The fabric wrapped around it felt cool and silky beneath her fingers, almost exactly as she had imagined.

Sylvia naturally stepped another half-step closer. Her pale pink fingernails turned faintly white from the slight pressure of her grip.

The people around them had already backed away considerably, but the air was still filled with the scents of various luxury perfumes.

Citrus notes, woody notes, and many fragrances Song Zhao couldn’t even begin to describe.

Yet amid that dizzying mixture of smells, she still immediately picked out the part that belonged to Sylvia.

The rich fragrance of fully bloomed roses seemed to use the gift box as a medium, winding strand by strand around her hands and body.

That velvety lightness seemed to dissolve between her lips and teeth, like biting into a crimson rose petal soaked in honey water.

Her scattered thoughts quickly returned.

Song Zhao unconsciously began analyzing the situation.

Earlier, she hadn’t really understood why Sylvia had deliberately acted so close to her in front of so many people.

But now, adding this “gift” into the equation, a certain idea began to take root in her mind, unfurling a tender new leaf in the breeze.

She and Sylvia had plenty of opportunities to spend time together in private.

Even if this gift really had been prepared for her, Sylvia could have given it to her at the manor, in the car on the way home, or practically anywhere else.

Even if she had been in a hurry, given Sylvia’s personality, she would have chosen to wait until the crowd dispersed.

Not a place like this, with everyone watching.

After all, both according to her characterization in the original novel and Song Zhao’s own understanding of her, Sylvia was actually an extremely low-key person despite being one of the most prominent figures at school.

Of course, even if she merely stood there quietly, everyone would still hand their attention over to her.

So…

Had Sylvia deliberately acted close to her in front of everyone at the school gate, and now stepped forward again after seeing her surrounded by people, because she wanted everyone to know that Song Zhao was one of her people?

That their relationship wasn’t just an ordinary master-and-attendant arrangement?

That no one was allowed to look down on her, much less bully her?

The box in Song Zhao’s palm wasn’t particularly heavy.

Yet at that moment, it suddenly seemed to carry considerable weight, pressing softly against a tender place in her heart.

Only belatedly did Song Zhao realize that perhaps she had been a little slow.

All she remembered was that in an aristocratic academy, almost no young master or young lady would speak up for a student without power or status.

She also remembered her sister’s and Madam Winters’s repeated warnings.

Protect the young lady properly.

Remember your position.

Obey.

Listen.

Maintain your manners and proper boundaries.

Don’t overstep.

Don’t initiate arguments and offend powerful people.

And above all, don’t embarrass the young lady.

But she had forgotten one thing.

Her actual employer was Sylvia.

Sylvia, who was kind and gentle, and who always seemed able to take care of other people’s feelings in subtle, seemingly casual ways.

Song Zhao solemnly accepted the box.

Her gaze became clear again, and amid the wildly varying expressions of everyone around them, she gave Sylvia a brilliant smile.

“Thank you, Syl.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sylvia accepted the thanks lightly, then sat down beside her in a manner that brooked no argument.

She naturally held out one palm toward Song Zhao.

Not a single word needed to be exchanged.

Song Zhao immediately reached into a zippered pocket of her clothes, pulled out another phone, and placed it cleanly into the girl’s hand.

The movement was so practiced that it looked as though she had done it countless times before.

There was no helping it.

Sylvia hadn’t brought a bag to school today, and she disliked the dragging sensation of carrying things in her pockets.

So everything from her phone and earphones to hair ties and handkerchiefs had all been stuffed onto Song Zhao.

Sylvia traveled light.

Student Song, meanwhile, was packed to bursting.

But the subtle understanding between them still shocked the people who continued observing them carefully.

Sylvia quietly reopened the forum thread from earlier.

Sure enough, new comments had already appeared beneath it.

[Floor 371: Winters is really kind. She even treats servants this well.]

[Floor 372: It’s not that unusual, is it? Vice President treats everyone like that. But I’m still kind of jealous… Is it too late to apply to become her companion student?]

[Floor 373: Forget it, person upstairs. I still remember that post you made on the forum last time trying to buy □□. Even if you offered to become her companion student for free, she probably wouldn’t dare take you.]

[Floor 374: Tch. But what makes that transfer student so special? I was originally planning to teach her a little lesson, but Miss Winters seems to value her quite a lot…]

[Floor 375: You’d better stop discussing this in this thread. Floor 11 getting muted earlier might have been her doing. Don’t forget that person is also an administrator.]

The instant that comment appeared, the previously lively forum fell into an eerie silence.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sylvia noticed someone in the row ahead sneaking a glance back at her.

The moment their eyes met, the person immediately pretended to be completely calm.

But after turning forward again, the exposed tips of her ears betrayed her by turning bright red.

Meanwhile, Song Zhao beside her remained completely oblivious, sitting there obediently without playing on her phone or talking to anyone.

Adele, sitting diagonally in front of them, seemed to have plenty she wanted to say.

She kept turning around and making meaningful faces at them.

Unfortunately, neither of the intended recipients noticed.

Remembering the scenes she had seen in those dreams of the future, Sylvia suddenly felt unable to breathe.

Even the happiness of seeing her good friend again receded like a beach after the tide, stripped bare by the waves.

Just one week ago, she and Adele had still been the kind of friends who regularly checked in on each other through WeChat.

But in those dreams that were little different from premonitions, Adele—the best friend Sylvia had at school—betrayed her for personal gain…

Who could she trust now?

An unreadable darkness settled into Sylvia’s eyes.

After a long while, she gently nudged the person beside her with her elbow and silently mouthed:

Can you come outside with me for some air?

Song Zhao understood immediately.

She picked up the still-unopened gift box as well and, just as when they arrived, followed the Omega out of the classroom one behind the other.

She vaguely sensed that Sylvia wasn’t in a very good mood.

Sylvia said almost nothing along the way.

She would occasionally give someone a sweet smile when they greeted her, only for that expression to fade the moment the other person could no longer see.

“Are you unhappy?”

Song Zhao rubbed her nose, unsure whether it was appropriate to point it out.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

Sylvia answered lightly, lifting her eyes toward Song Zhao before gesturing with her chin at the box in her hands.

Unfortunately, the “telepathy” between the two of them was an extremely unreliable thing.

And at this particular moment, it failed spectacularly.

Song Zhao obediently raised the box and held it out to her without hesitation.

“Here.”

Sylvia: “?”

Her misty blue eyes moved between Song Zhao’s utterly innocent face and the box before finally settling on herself.

Did she really look like the kind of person who would ask for a gift back after giving it away?

Song Zhao’s outstretched hand also paused.

She asked in confusion,

“Wasn’t this given to you by your friend?”

“And then you pretended you bought it for me so you could support me in front of everyone?”

And have me carry it for you while we’re at it, since you didn’t even bring a bag.

Song Zhao wisely kept the second half to herself.

Judging by Sylvia’s expression, her theory was catastrophically wrong.

But if that wasn’t it, then what else could it be?

Sylvia never accepted gifts from her pursuers.

So it had to have come from a friend, or perhaps it was something she had specially arranged to have made.

Saint Drian had plenty of children from newly wealthy business families, and with enough connections, they could always get their hands on products that hadn’t officially entered the market yet.

Sylvia’s expression became increasingly complicated.

Just when Song Zhao thought she was about to get angry, the Omega finally lost control and burst out laughing.

She stepped forward and lightly flicked Song Zhao on the forehead with a bent finger.

Her tone was airy, without the slightest trace of disdain.

“Song Zhao, you really are…”

She paused, apparently searching for the right word.

Only after a long moment did she finish,

“…so stupid.”

It sounded like she was simply stating a fact.

Strangely, Song Zhao couldn’t hear even a hint of anger in her voice.

Sylvia took the gift box from her.

Without the slightest pity for its beautiful packaging, she stripped off the bow and outer wrapping with brisk efficiency, almost as if venting her frustration.

Nor was she polite about the discarded packaging.

She crumpled everything up and shoved it straight into Song Zhao’s hands, treating her like a portable trash bin.

Her slender, luminous fingers hooked lightly beneath the lid and lifted it away.

Her shadow fell perfectly across the pitch-black object inside.

It was a hearing aid.

More precisely, it was a hearing aid manufactured by the largest medical-device institution in Connaught, a model that wasn’t expected to officially go on sale until the end of this year.

Who it was meant for was obvious.

Song Zhao’s gaze rose toward that fair, clean face.

Sylvia stuffed the now-useless empty box into Song Zhao’s arms, then carefully picked up the hearing aid between her fingers.

Before Song Zhao could react, Sylvia reached out and cupped her face in both hands.

Then she leaned closer.

So close it looked as though she were about to give her a kiss.