I Reincarnated As A Villainess, But Why Did I Become A Cat Butler Instead? - Chapter 178

Chapter 89.2

“Oh, we have exactly the same taste, Dimitri! I knew it!”

Shaking his head, he then gently guided her to sit on the sofa in the reception room, taking a seat beside her.

“It’s nothing.”

“I thought you avoided sugar because you were taking care of your body.”

“I didn’t realize you remembered such trivial details.”

Rowaine muttered, leaning her cheek against the back of the sofa.

“I thought Dimitri was perfect. It’s fascinating that someone like you also pays attention to those things…”

At those words, he gazed at her curiously.

“Do you think I’m perfect?”

“You’re perfectly handsome. Tall, slim, and when I touch…”

When Rowaine boldly reached out her hand, he didn’t shy away and extended his arm to her, and she started caressing his arm.

“Firm.”
[ T/N: ACK! I CAN’T IMAGINE HOW EMBARRASSED SHE WILL BE WHEN SHE WAKES UP LATER!! ⓛⰙⓛฅ ]

The next moment, her hazy gaze bore into his.

“Pretty.”

She lifted her hand and gently touched the area around his eyes.

“It’s very pretty… like a jewel. They are transparent.”

Dimitri swallowed involuntarily. His Adam’s apple moved noticeably.

‘Is it true that people are… honest when they are drunk?’

In that case, were the words she was saying now all sincere?

‘Rowaine said she likes pretty people, so if I’m pretty, then she…’

He felt strange.

He gazed deeply into his reflection in her eyes.

‘Am I perfect…?’

She was the only one who would say such things while looking at a shapeshifter. No one else would use such an expression for a shapeshifter.

A half-human being… that was how they were evaluated.

Even though there were rare cases where certain shapeshifters were considered beautiful and Dimitri himself had heard the forced compliments from Hyle about his good looks, humans, in general, wouldn’t consider shapeshifters to be ‘perfect.’

The disgust that Cayetana used to display when describing him as a ‘hideous monster’ when he was young remained vivid in his memory. The laughter of his stepbrothers, who would mock his appearance, had become a trauma deeply etched in his heart.

Dimitri silently observed Rowaine as she tenderly caressed his cheek. Mesmerized by his gaze, she maintained unwavering eye contact, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the two of them.

In that moment, a knock resonated, accompanied by the voice of the butler.

“I’ll be entering.”

Startled by the sound, Dimitri quickly regained his composure. It was only then did he realize that Rowaine and him had gotten very close.

He coughed lightly and loosened his tie.

The butler, who brought a tray with the ordered custard cream and ginger cookies, sensed the strange atmosphere in the parlor and swiftly exited, leaving the tray.

Dimitri awkwardly opened the lid of the tray and offered the food to Rowaine.

“The chef has worked his magic.”

She chuckled softly before continuing her words.

“I like them, so he always has them on hand.”

As she said so, she grabbed a ginger cookie and generously scooped out a bowlful of custard cream.

“Oh, my goodness. How hungry was I.”

Without holding back, she licked the cream off her fingers and continued to chatter.

“Avila has no food. The maid said she would hastily prepare something, but Avila doesn’t drink so she brought mashed potatoes. I guess there was nothing to eat because it wasn’t mealtime. It’s no wonder why she’s so skinny. We need a chef.”

Dimitri let her talk as she pleased.

The sight of her sucking on her fingers with custard cream smeared on her lips looked enchantingly beautiful.

He couldn’t figure out why such a sight appeared so beautiful to him. She looked so comfortable and happy, and because of her, this moment felt incredibly pleasant.

It was as if he was dreaming.

As Dimitri was distracted by the cream on Rowaine’s lips, she seductively asked.

“This is incredibly delicious. Do you want to try it?”

“Hmm.”

He tilted his head slightly with a strange smile.

“Do you mean it?”

“Try it. You’ll be ecstatic, I promise you.”

She then leaned closer to him. Her eyelids drooped halfway as he looked down at her.

After a brief hesitation, Dimitri lowered his head. As the sweet custard cream touched the tip of his tongue, her tender lips were warm and incredibly soft. He had to admit that her words about him being ecstatic were true.

Licking the cream off her lips lightly, he whispered softly to Rowaine, who was holding cookies in her hands and gazing at him with a dazed expression.

“You’d better not get drunk in front of anyone else, Rowaine.”

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