The Seductive Pretty Boy of the Matriarchal World-Chapter 65: Really Angry Now

Chapter 65: Really Angry Now

To make sure it wasn’t just her imagination playing tricks, Giselle Frost held her breath, every sense sharpened as she strained to listen through the storm.

Boom!

Another crack of thunder split the night, but her expression stayed perfectly composed, glacial as always, while she waited for the deafening roar to fade into the distance.

Soon the room settled back into silence. All that remained was the steady thud of her own heartbeat, the endless patter of rain against the windows, and... the faint, broken sound of a man sobbing.

She hadn’t misheard it. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Under ordinary circumstances, a man’s crying in the dead of night might have carried something eerie, almost frightening. But Giselle didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, and she knew exactly who was making that sound.

What kind of nonsense was he up to this time?

Giselle slowly closed her eyes, deciding she wouldn’t bother dealing with it.

Time drifted, impossible to track in the darkness. The sky flashed bright for an instant, briefly illuminating the pitch-black room and revealing a pair of striking ocean-blue eyes.

The person who should have been asleep was still wide awake. Memories long sealed away stirred beneath the violent sweep of the storm, threatening to break the surface.

Giselle vaguely remembered another night exactly like this—thunder and pouring rain—the night the most important person in her life had left her forever.

Even the crying sounded almost identical. It was...

Too damn noisy.

Bang.

The door was shoved open with sudden force, and a tall, slender figure appeared in the doorway.

By the faint glow coming through the window, Giselle clearly saw the person huddled in the corner by the window, curled tightly into a ball.

"Wuu..."

The sobbing was actually much louder than it first seemed; the heavy rain and crashing thunder had simply masked it, making it sound weak and distant.

Elias Kane had apparently been crying for a long time. His voice had grown raw and hoarse, cracking with every shaky breath.

Giselle walked over slowly, her gaze lowered as she looked down at him—head buried between his knees, arms wrapped tight around his legs. Her tone was cool and flat. "Get up."

His body gave a slight tremble at her words, but he didn’t lift his head, and the crying didn’t stop.

For some reason a flicker of irritation sparked deep inside her. She raised her voice just a fraction. "Get up."

Elias finally lifted his head slowly, revealing a face without his usual glasses.

He looked far from presentable. Those striking eyes were red and swollen, his refined features twisted together in distress, tears streaking every inch of his face. He was breathing hard, gasping between sobs, completely out of breath.

Yet seeing Elias like this, Giselle’s eyes grew strangely calm, a rare trace of softness slipping into them.

She spoke softly. "You’re afraid of thunder?"

Elias nodded through choked sobs, the motion almost comical in his vulnerable state.

Giselle extended one slender, elegant hand toward him and spoke for the third time. "Stand up. Come to my room."

"Really..." Elias parted his lips slightly, only then realizing how hoarse and broken his voice had become. "...is that okay?"

Perhaps because of everything that had happened earlier today, Elias was unusually conscious of the distance between them. That was why he had hidden away in his room to cry alone instead of coming to her. Now he was checking again, needing the confirmation.

Giselle answered with quiet indifference. "It’s not like the weather’s going to be like this every single day."

The meaning was clear: this was a one-time exception. No repeats.

Hearing that, Elias wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, then reached out and grasped her hand. A spark of light returned to his eyes. "Thank you so much, Giselle..."

Giselle’s movements paused for the briefest moment. This was the first time Elias had called her by her first name alone, without the usual "classmate" attached.

It felt... off. Not like him at all.

"Hmm." Giselle gave a faint acknowledgment. With effortless strength she pulled him to his feet, then withdrew her hand without a word. She turned and walked out of the room, never once doubting he would follow.

Elias glanced down at his now-empty hand, unbothered by the subtle rejection. He trailed after her without hesitation, keeping pace step for step.

In the privacy of his thoughts he let out a soft, amused chuckle. What did I tell you?

He had said he would climb into Giselle’s bed tonight, and now it was definitely happening.

[System: How did you manage that?]

"Simple," Elias thought back, inner voice smug. "When you help someone, you see it all the way through."

Every time he turned to Giselle for help she might want to refuse at first. But the moment she reminded herself she had already helped him so many times before, that one more instance wouldn’t change anything, she would keep going.

The thing was, he was sticky mud—once he latched on, shaking him off wasn’t going to be easy.

Elias followed Giselle to her room with a lighthearted bounce hidden beneath his tear-streaked face.

Once inside, with her back turned, he quietly drew in a deep breath. Mm, the delicate scent of a beautiful girl.

[System: ...]

Host, please stop talking like that. Your image here is about to collapse completely!!!

Elias stood in the middle of the room looking somewhat awkward and out of place. He inched a little closer to Giselle, posture radiating pure dependence and trust. It was the perfect image of a vulnerable young man terrified of thunderstorms sharing a girl’s private room.

His lips parted as if he were about to speak, but then he watched Giselle step out again. A short while later she returned carrying a brand-new quilt and tossed it onto the clean floor.

Elias: ?

Giselle, what the hell are you doing?

A plausible suspicion had already formed in his mind, but he still couldn’t quite believe it. Sure, he treated those elite women like dogs in his private thoughts, but Giselle couldn’t possibly stoop that low, right?

Soon he discovered exactly how low—and how bitch-like—someone could truly be.

Giselle left once more, this time returning with another quilt and a pillow. She dropped them onto the bed, then efficiently spread out the bedding right there on the floor.

Her movements were precise and swift; the floor bed was assembled in moments. She placed the top quilt and pillow neatly on top of it.

When it was done, Giselle didn’t even break a sweat. The lithe body hidden beneath her clothes clearly held surprising strength.

She turned to face Elias, meeting his hesitant, half-spoken gaze. "You didn’t seriously think I’d let you sleep in the same bed as me, did you?"

Elias: No need to be such a lady about it—sleeping together would be perfectly fine...

On the surface he gave a gentle shake of his head. "I know you’re not that kind of person."

Giselle nodded once. "Then sleep like this."

With that, Elias could only watch as Giselle climbed into her bed, leaving him with nothing but the makeshift floor setup.

So this... this was what he was supposed to sleep on!

[System: Pfft...]

Hold it together. Do not laugh.

Elias’s beautiful features twisted in barely contained fury, but under Giselle’s steady gaze he forced a look of calm reassurance onto his face. He let out an easy breath and crawled into the floor bedding.

Only his head peeked out as he looked up at her. "Giselle... good night..."

His voice came out soft and almost fragile.

Giselle answered with a faint "hmm," the barest acknowledgment.

The moment her eyes closed, Elias pulled the quilt completely over his head, teeth grinding together in silent rage.

He had made up his mind: Giselle would only end up in bed with him at the very end.

First he would conquer the other four bitches completely—win them over, play the system to the hilt—and only then would he come back to properly sort her out.

And he wasn’t just saying it out of anger.