The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

That day, the sun had not yet fully departed. The rest of the heat emitted during the day still clings to my skin in the form of sweat that makes my body feel sticky. Wow, I want to hurry to take a bath with Pasha using my homemade soap.I looked at the area outside the window that looked beautiful even though it was exposed to the hot sun. The sun's light also hasn't completely faded except, for the carriage I'm riding on that begins to enter the forest area. And because our house is located in it with many towering trees around, the area is already quite dark. It's like entering into a different world.“After this, we will take a fresh bath with your little sibling, Pasha. Isn't this fun?"“Bbuu-haa.” Pasha giggled.Pasha's face as he laughed cheerfully reminded me of Dylan. The shape of his mouth and the golden eyes that gleamed when he laughed, was a copy of Dylan. Doesn't throw away any of Dylan's best features."I miss him.""Pa-ppa?""Mhm. You must have missed him too, right?”

“Who wouldn't be surprised he managed to stay alive without serious external injuries, while Sir Faris was paralyzed? I guess I've lived too long to witness these miracle."Maftah placed one sheet of paper into another stack of documents on her desk. He was still both amazed and surprised by the reports he received regarding the incident the other day. From the reports of the surviving soldiers, Dylan and Faris managed to catch the archers even though they were outnumbered. And thanks to the two of them, the other soldiers were able to return to the palace safely to make reports.But Dylan and Faris couldn't avoid their destiny against the enemy who seemed to be the leader of the raid.“How can a human survive in an intact body after falling from such a height? They wrote the correct report, about the ravine where Dylan fell, right?" Maftah looked at Tarek.“That's right, Your Majesty. I confirmed it myself when I followed the special forces you ordered to search for Lord Dylan's body

Knock. Knock. Knock.The sound of a hurried knock on the door stopped all movement. Maryah pulled her body back and let out a sigh. If it wasn't for the knock on the door, maybe Maryah had managed to steal a peck on Dylan's lips which looked unguarded.“Your Highness, I deliver a message from His Majesty.” Said someone behind the door.'Haaah, what a shame.' Maryah thought regretting her delayed action as she gave Dylan an awkward smile.In front of her, Dylan did not take his eyes off Maryah's eyes."Wait," Maryah replied.Maryah smacked her lips in regret. She can't believe she misses the chance! Even though it was her chance to win Dylan's heart as he suffer amnesia. According to several close maids, skinship is a powerful way to attract the hearts of the opposite sex, be it women or men. No wonder many of the ladies she met at the party straightforwardly showed her attraction to gentlemen by being physically close. Maryah also wants to do the same thing, especially since she has a

Maryah dropped her body onto the soft sofa so hard that it made a loud 'thud' sound. Then after that, she let out a heavy sigh. Maryah wouldn't have done those two rude things at once elsewhere, or her image as a royal princess would have been suppressed."Haa." Again, Maryah let out a big sigh with a gloomy expression.“Geez, what a sigh, sister. Your sigh can shake the whole room." Maftah joked."Don't joke with me now, brother," Maryah replied in an annoyed tone.Maftha took his pen away from the paper he was looking at. Then he put his pen for good to then rest his chin on his fist.“What made you like this, sister?”"Sir Dylan.""Hmm, did my dude refuse your request to attend the event?"Maryah sighed again. "No. He accepted it.”"Yeah, good. So? What made you like this? Is it possible… his memory returned?”Maryah smacked her lips as she pouted. The infrequent frown on his forehead made Maftah unable to stay still. Like a good brother, he felt the need to listen more carefully t

In the midst of a busy street where people go back and forth, two hands are holding each other tightly. The woman's tiny hand was almost covered by the man's big hand that was cupping her. In any case, it looked like the man had control over their day, but that wasn't true. It was the woman who has control over the man. Although her body was much smaller than the man and seemed unable to drag him, she managed to drag him to every stand that caught her eye.No matter how people see it, they are a harmonious couple. The couple's harmony made those who intersect with their steps so envious. The woman seems to be so in control of the man, while the man looks so content to be controlled by the woman. Even when the woman puts a hairpin in the man's hair, he complies.“Hmm, this sure looks good on blonde hair. I will buy it for Pasha! Wouldn't he be so cute wearing this?" Fuschia smiled happily while shaking a hairpin decorated with a purplish-blue butterfly in front of Dylan.“Both you and