Rowan was a little bewildered. Looking at the aggressive Jaina standing outside his door, he suddenly realized something and narrowed his eyes.
"There is a girl, yes, but I couldn't say whether she's pretty. She's not as pretty as you, anyway." Rowan went on the offensive to defuse the situation, decisively earning himself a batch of emotion points.
Happiness points from Jaina +100.
"Enough of your sweet talk. Ellen told me everything. You can't hide it from me." Jaina waved a hand, and the wooden chair beneath the table slowly slid out. She lifted her pale yellow dress, brought her straight legs together, and sat with her hands resting in front of her knees.
Ellen's alchemy laboratory hadn't opened for days. Instead of spending his free time making potions, the brat was getting better and better at carrying tales.
"Ellen isn't even my guard anymore. Why do you keep having him watch me? Don't you trust me?" Rowan's face fell, and he spoke with a sour expression.
Jaina clenched her fists, blinked her long lashes, and turned her head away, blushing. "Who said I had Ellen watching you? You're the leader of the Norwington Family. How could an outsider like me tell you what to do? Whatever you want to do, would I dare stop you?"
Where had that sour note in the air come from? Jaina was definitely jealous. Not that he could blame her. Sataia's looks and figure were simply outstanding. Having lived on a deserted island for over a decade, she knew little about dealing with people. The girl seemed a little dim, and she was exceptionally innocent.
Normally, such a silly girl wouldn't be particularly appealing. But she was beautiful-stunningly so. Even a beautiful girl's flaws were cute.
Jaina had always been possessive when