Chapter 308: Before the Master, the White-haired Maid's Sorrow, and Taming the Young Lady (1)
By the time the carriage arrived in Bonn City, the night was already deep.
Yet, neither of them had eaten dinner.
Fortunately, as an all-capable maid, Tia had already made reservations in advance.
A five-star luxury hotel.
However, Tia had only booked a single private dining room.
In the past, Lilith always dined alone.
While Shia had to eat alone in the main hall.
But this time, Lilith had other intentions, so naturally, she had different plans.
She turned her head toward Tia, her expression carrying a hint of reproach.
"Shia is my fiancé, and a husband and wife are one. How could you arrange it this way?"
Tia lowered her head slightly, obediently accepting the reprimand without saying a word.
Lilith's scolding was merely for show.
Mainly to express how much she valued him.
After reprimanding Tia, she turned back with a sweet smile.
"Shia, dine with me at the same table, okay?"
As the eldest lady of the Guen family, allowing him to eat at the same table with her was already an enormous favor.
Being able to dine at the same table with me—it must be an honor, right?
Only someone as considerate as me, his childhood sweetheart, would give him such face.
Lilith slightly raised her chin.
Even if it was an "honor," she remained high and mighty.
Shia appropriately showed a grateful smile.
"Alright."
Of course, it wasn't just about eating together.
Since she had already decided to seize this opportunity to claim Shia, she had follow-up plans.
For instance, to show how considerate she was as his childhood sweetheart, she would personally serve him food.
The table was filled with a feast of delicious dishes, enticing in both color and aroma.
Lilith picked a dish from the corner and placed it in Shia's bowl.
"Try this."
She raised her eyes, offering Shia a gentle smile, her demeanor soft and delicate.
This esteemed young lady is personally serving you food!
Rejoice!
Even though it's my least favorite dish, it's still a blessing.
That I am willing to serve you food is already the greatest kindness I can bestow upon you.
Shouldn't you be overwhelmed with gratitude?
In Lilith's mind, she had already pictured Shia's deeply moved expression.
I really am a kind and considerate childhood sweetheart!
She mentally gave herself a thumbs-up for her skill in taming people.
Shia looked at the food in his bowl, then raised his head to see Lilith's self-satisfied, utterly conceited expression, believing herself to be brimming with affection.
She was clearly expecting praise and reciprocation.
She was the pinnacle of arrogance.
Shia's face showed a touched expression, his eyes even slightly reddening.
"Thank you, my dear. You're so good to me."
Seeing that Shia was almost moved to tears, Lilith felt even more satisfied.
This was exactly the effect she wanted!
Her face displayed a gentle, feminine smile.
"You are my fiancé. If I don't treat you well, who should I treat well?"
Lilith raised her chin slightly, signaling him.
"Hurry and try it."
Shia placed one hand under the table while using the other to pick up the food with a fork and put it into his mouth.
However, his movements were slightly slow and awkward.
But Lilith didn't notice this detail.
She merely thought she had successfully tamed him, to the point of making him so overwhelmed with gratitude that he was struggling to contain himself.
Beside them, Tia remained silent, her cold and detached expression unwavering, her eyes lowered.
However, her cheeks were tinged with red, and her movements were noticeably stiff.
She picked up the teapot to pour tea for Shia.
Yet, her hands were trembling so much that most of the tea spilled, leaving only a shallow layer in the cup.
Her expression was tense, as if she were extremely unwilling.
Shia slightly tilted his head, looking at the cup of tea, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
Lilith followed his gaze and was also somewhat surprised.
Shia then spoke with a sigh.
"Tia, why are you shaking so much?"
"As a seasoned and skilled maid, this seems rather unprofessional, doesn't it?"
Tia's face turned even redder.
She bit her lip, remaining silent.
She looked visibly unhappy.
Lilith, too, was displeased.
Not because Shia was criticizing her maid, but because Tia had failed in her duties.
Even if you dislike my fiancé and usually ignore him, failing at such a fundamental task is too unprofessional.
She was her maid, representing her status.
A good maid brought honor to her master.
Conversely, a poorly performing maid would only disgrace her.
Lilith furrowed her brows and reprimanded her.
"Tia, what's wrong with you?"
"It's just pouring tea. How can you not even do that properly?"
"It seems I've been too lenient with you lately, letting you forget your place."
Tia lowered her head further, her face burning with shame, guilt consuming her.
But her hands, gripping the teapot, continued to tremble.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
It took her a long moment before she could squeeze out a few words.
"S-Sorry, I..."
Her voice was hoarse, her tone shaky, and even her speech was hesitant, making her sound weak and fragile.
Lilith's brows furrowed even more.
Though her attitude had improved, she looked so pitiful.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was abusing her maid.
She had only scolded her a little, but why was she acting like this?
Feeling the displeasure emanating from Lilith, Tia bit her lip and hesitated before trying to explain.
"My lady, I... I am just... not feeling well today... I... accept any punishment."
Tia's hands gripping the teapot trembled even more violently.
Her soft body, however, remained still as if she didn't dare to move an inch.
At this moment, beneath the tablecloth—
On her fair, slender legs, a villain was causing mischief.
Tia clamped her thighs together, feeling as if all her strength was draining away.
Her plump, shapely legs, wrapped in pure white stockings, exuded a subtle allure with their delicate translucency.
She lowered her head.
She could see the tablecloth lifted, exposing the culprit behind this chaos.
A wave of despair washed over her heart.
This was happening right in front of the young lady—how could he do this?
Even though her body was heating up, her soul felt like it was sinking into an icy abyss.
The contrast of burning desire and frigid dread—an agonizing torment on both body and soul.
Like falling into a nightmare.
And this nightmare felt eerily familiar.
Once again, it was in front of the young lady.
Once again, everything appeared calm on the surface.
Only she was enduring a torment and burden she shouldn't have to bear.
Facing Tia's apology, Lilith was still somewhat dissatisfied but ultimately chose to let it go.
Instead, it was Shia who took the initiative to plead for her.
"She has been busy throughout the journey, perhaps she's just too exhausted."
Lilith cast a disgruntled glance at Tia.
Yet the maid kept her head lowered, lips pressed tightly together, her body trembling.