The Seductive Pretty Boy of the Matriarchal World-Chapter 64: Plaything?

Chapter 64: Plaything?

Sloane Sinclair knew Giselle Frost well, and Giselle knew her right back.

Even someone who had never met Sloane could hear the obvious dismissal threaded through her words—she clearly didn’t believe a single thing Giselle had said.

Just minutes earlier Giselle had told Elias that the innocent would clear their own names, so she had zero intention of explaining herself to Sloane. The fastest way to stop Sloane from overthinking was to ignore her entirely. Under Sloane’s stunned stare, Giselle turned, walked into the suite, and shut the door with a firm click.

"Wait..." Sloane stood frozen, then glanced outside at the still-bright afternoon sky. It wasn’t even evening yet.

Her expression turned serious. So Giselle and this boy really were serious?

Good thing she hadn’t been too harsh with him last time. If he whispered the right pillow talk, she might be the one facing Giselle’s accounting now.

Still... the boy was so ordinary.

After turning the thought over for a long moment, "ordinary" was the only word Sloane could settle on. She genuinely could not fathom what Giselle saw in Elias Kane.

Maybe he was especially obedient in bed?

Obedient boys were a dime a dozen. With enough money even the wildest stallion could be broken in, and Giselle’s looks alone were a weapon as potent as any fortune.

Sloane stared at the closed door and shook her head slowly.

She doubted the relationship would last.

The most likely outcome was that Giselle was simply... playing.

And when the Frost heiress grew bored, this ordinary boy would be left shattered.

Sloane clicked her tongue softly and walked away.

She never interfered in other people’s relationships—especially not her friends’.

Inside the suite, Giselle had no intention of doing anything like what Sloane imagined. She simply looked at Elias standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure where to settle, and said in her usual cool tone, "Sit wherever you like."

Elias thought, Thanks. I know this presidential suite better than you ever will. If you weren’t here I could throw a party right now.

Giselle continued as if he had already sat down. "You’ll stay here tonight."

She paused, then added, "I’m still arranging the medical team for your father. It won’t take long."

"Yeah." Elias’s expression shifted into open gratitude. He also understood the unspoken condition: stay away from Serena Blackwood.

He smiled softly. "A girl who’s never had her first taste wouldn’t understand. Serena Blackwood isn’t about to let me go. And besides..." He needed to eat too. Someone had to keep him fed.

[System Theta: ...]

The system had somehow started to fill in the blanks of the host’s unfinished sentences and was quietly horrified.

Elias went on, voice hesitant. "About tomorrow..."

Giselle’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Tomorrow?"

Elias’s own eyes widened in genuine alarm. She wouldn’t be that cold, would she? Just one day and done? Even three-minute passions last longer than that!

Fortunately Giselle understood. "I’ll drive you back to campus for class tomorrow."

Elias let out a very real sigh of relief.

He had been terrified she would use her status as an excuse to keep him here indefinitely. According to his current persona he couldn’t risk returning to campus alone right away, but skipping class entirely might get him failed by an irritated professor.

Thankfully Giselle might be ruthless in romance, but she still had a decent sense of responsibility as a person.

Since it was still afternoon, Elias went through the motions of eating a late lunch—alone. Giselle had vanished the moment their conversation ended.

So even though the massive entertainment complex promised all kinds of distractions, his persona forced him to sit and stare at nothing.

Elias ground his teeth in silent frustration. This damn cold-blooded woman dumped me here and went off to enjoy herself without even inviting me!

[System Theta: Exactly!]

Elias gave a cold snort. "Can’t let myself be the only one annoyed."

In a flash his irritation flipped to delight. He flashed his sweetest smile, flopped onto the enormous bed, and took a carefully angled selfie—pure "girlfriend POV," soft lighting, vulnerable eyes, the works.

He sat up cross-legged, sent the photo to Liora Voss, and added a teasing line: "Guess who’s beside me right now?"

Her reply came almost instantly.

Liora Voss: Nobody.

Three short words, yet Elias could practically hear her soft, mocking laugh. His smile vanished. He hurled the phone onto the mattress, buried his face in the pillow, and let out a muffled scream. "Aaaah...!"

[System Theta: Are you all right?]

Elias lifted his head, brushed the tousled golden strands from his face, and answered calmly, "Fine. Just a little meltdown... for stress relief."

He was a man who liked to be pampered. All this hard work was for the comfortable retirement that would follow. The early stages of every mission were the hardest—pouring everything into the target with no immediate payoff, no reward. For someone who preferred being served rather than serving, it was genuinely irritating. But a quick vent and he was over it.

So Elias stayed alone in the suite, idly scrolling on his phone. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Suddenly a sharp sound cracked against the glass. He looked up to see rain slamming down without warning, turning in seconds into a torrential downpour. Heavy drops hammered the windows, filling the room with crisp, rhythmic noise.

Elias blinked at the sudden storm, then murmured with playful mischief, "Heaven and earth, thunder sister, please show me some love!"

[System Theta: Host, are you...]

A deafening boom split the sky. The world outside flashed white, then thunder rolled like artillery.

Elias’s eyes brightened with genuine excitement. "It actually thundered?"

[System Theta: You’re a thunder god?!]

Elias: ?

What nonsense.

"I just hoped for thunder. The sky already looked ready for it. I didn’t summon anything." While he explained, tears slipped naturally from the corners of his eyes. Any director watching would have dragged him straight into a film set on the spot.

His dark eyes gleamed as he watched the storm rage.

He had only been daydreaming earlier, but now it looked like crawling into her bed was actually on the table.

Late that night, when Giselle returned, the suite was pitch black.

She didn’t turn on the lights. Relying on excellent night vision she moved through the rooms and found the bathroom glass still fogged from Elias’s shower.

At least he hadn’t been foolish enough to stay out. He was probably already asleep.

Giselle had showered elsewhere before coming back. She slipped into bed without a sound, closed her eyes, and let the darkness settle.

BOOM.

Tonight was clearly not meant to be peaceful. That was the fourteenth thunderclap.

Giselle turned onto her side and pressed one ear into the pillow.

Then, in the middle of it all, her eyes snapped open. The sea-blue irises gleamed like hidden gems in the dark.

She could have sworn she had just heard crying.