Bride of the Serpent King-Chapter 17:Are my breasts small?

"Miss... Miss Girlin," Ferina called in a choked voice, even though she was still feeling dizzy.

"Seems like I've been too soft on you human kids. You should visit the principal's office for expulsion," Miss Girlin stated coldly before looking at the others. "Continue making trouble for her and you'll meet a worse fate," she hissed before walking away.

Even after Miss Girlin left, the class remained abnormally silent while Ferina wept in regret on the floor.

"Do you think that Zaiyila is Miss Girlin's daughter?" someone whispered.

"Are you crazy? Miss Girlin isn't even married. How could she have a daughter? Also, did you hear the name Everett? It can't be the same Mr. Everett that I know, right?" another person responded.

"This girl is strange. Better to let her handle things on her own."

"it's a pity Ferina is the scapegoat, I'm happy that I didn't jump into trouble"

"Indeed"

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Inside the VIP restaurant.

Zaiyila and Elizabeth sat together with their food in front of them, clearly ready to eat.

"Aiyi, your food looks so good and tempting. Did you hire a top chef to prepare your meal?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

Zaiyila smiled and calmly removed her mask after confirming they were alone in the restaurant.

Seeing Zaiyila's face, Elizabeth gasped, quickly covering her mouth to contain her excitement. "Aiyi, you... you... you are this pretty!" she nearly screamed.

Zaiyila smiled, revealing deep dimples that made her look even more enchanting.

Elizabeth found herself losing control, afraid to blink in case she was imagining things. "How... how can you be so beautiful? Are you a foreigner?" she questioned.

Zaiyila blinked cutely. "No, I'm not," she replied.

Elizabeth's eyes widened even more. "Oh my! If you're not a foreigner, then that means you rarely leave your house," she remarked.

Zaiyila looked at her food and started eating, not wanting to continue the topic.

Elizabeth noticed she might have crossed a line and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," she pleaded immediately.

Zaiyila swallowed her food and was about to reply when a cold voice echoed through the room.

"And what qualifications do you have to sit with her and even place your rotten food beside hers?"

Both Zaiyila and Elizabeth were stunned. They turned toward the source of the voice, only to see a devilishly handsome man walking toward them, his expression cold.

Elizabeth was so terrified she started shivering, while Zaiyila felt an unhidden excitement. She stood up and rushed to the man, hugging him tightly.

"Eve, why are you here?" she asked, her beautiful face full of smiles.

Looking at that tempting, stunning face, Everett's anger vanished. He affectionately rubbed her head. "Of course, I'm here to accompany my Queen," he responded.

"Miss, please." A cold-looking man approached Elizabeth and gestured for her to leave.

Elizabeth immediately packed her food and fled for her life, not wanting to mess with the handsome devil.

Zaiyila didn't even notice Elizabeth had been chased away—all her attention was fixed on Everett. "I missed you already," she murmured, standing on her toes to appear taller before kissing his chin.

Everett chuckled and lifted Zaiyila into his arms, kissing her as he carried her to a chair, sitting her on his lap.

After a long while, he finally broke the kiss, leaving Zaiyila's face flushed. "My Queen is as active as always," he teased, kissing her cheek.

Zaiyila blushed even more. "Thank you for arranging this place for me. I like it," she said, trying to appear less shy.

Everett chuckled and kissed her neck. "It's originally yours and has nothing to do with me," he replied. But Zaiyila, already in another world because of his teasing, didn't hear him clearly.

"Oh, my wife is so hot," he murmured, his lips tracing down to her collarbone, sucking until he left a deep, visible hickey there.

"Mm!" Zaiyila moaned, her body clinging to him.

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"If you're fine with it, we can do it here," he whispered into her ear.

Zaiyila slowly opened her eyes, now teary from being aroused, and bit her lower lip, looking both seductive and tempting.

"Ah, what does my Queen desire? I'll surely grant it," Everett smirked, playing with her hair.

Zaiyila shook her head. "I don't know... but I'm sure I'm madly in love with you," she confessed in a very soft voice.

Everett laughed. "Why are you repeating this now?" he inquired, giving her a quick kiss.

Zaiyila bit her lower lip again and blinked.

"Stop hurting those beautiful lips," Everett warned before sucking on her lower lip. He then gazed into her eyes. "Tell me what's bothering you."

"Um..." Zaiyila hesitated, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "My teacher, Miss Girlin, seems to know you," she whispered softly, though Everett heard her loud and clear.

Everett stared at Zaiyila for a long time before bursting into laughter. His laugh was so melodic that it was hard to resist his charm—he looked even more tempting and handsome, making it almost unbelievable that he was the same devil who had ruthlessly killed someone not long ago.

"Why? Is my Queen jealous? Or worried that someone will snatch me away?" he asked, his tone still filled with amusement.

Zaiyila buried her head in his chest. "I just know that I'll die if you ever abandon me," she thought.

Everett sighed, his smile not fading. "When it comes to things like this, my Queen has nothing to worry about. I only have my eyes on you in this life, the next, and forever," he assured her, kissing her forehead.

Zaiyila stole a glance at him. "Then don't be too close to my teacher, okay? You're too handsome; she'll definitely have ideas about you," she remarked.

"Rest assured, my Queen. She wouldn't dare."

Zaiyila scoffed. "Also, at your workplace, how many women are there?" she questioned.

Everett's smile widened. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but they're quite a lot," he admitted truthfully.

Zaiyila frowned, recalling Miss Girlin's perfect figure. Even though she had the advantage in beauty, when it came to a fuller chest and curvier hips, she was completely lacking—and this worried her.

Now that Everett had confirmed most of his workers were women, her concern grew. She couldn't help but imagine busty, curvy women surrounding Everett. The thought of being abandoned by him terrified her.

She looked at Everett, who was still smiling warmly at her, and suddenly grabbed his hand, placing it on her breast, which fit perfectly in his palm. "Eve, tell me the truth. Are my breasts small?" she asked, blinking repeatedly.