Chapter 290: Wanting Your Wife's Late Husband to Witness Your Happiness (1)
Shia lay back with his eyes open, enjoying the soft lap pillow provided by the elegant beauty in black stockings.
He could hear the witches talking, his head slightly tilted to the side. At that moment, Ella was holding a cotton swab in one hand while the other rested gently on his head, slowly cleaning his ears.
Shia felt an overwhelming sense of relaxation.
It was almost too pleasant.
He couldn’t help but marvel inwardly—Aunt Ella sure knew how to indulge him.
As expected of an older, more experienced woman.
It seemed that during the time he had neglected her, she had made remarkable progress~!
The ultimate comfort in his ear canal seemed to connect directly to his brain, as if all other thoughts drifted far away.
Yet, certain voices still reached him clearly.
"The last attempt to strip the authority failed, but it wasn’t a complete loss."
"Rather than broken authority, the ancient families hold secrets in their hands."
"Those secrets are the foundation of their lineage, and something we urgently need to grasp."
"This time, our target is the Guen family!"
Shia opened his eyes.
He recognized the familiar name.
As if sensing his curiosity, Ella spoke first.
"The Guen family? One of the Four Ancient Houses?"
A shadowy figure nodded.
"Indeed, it’s that Guen family."
"The birthday of the family head’s wife is coming soon, and they will be hosting a celebratory banquet."
"That will be the moment of weakest defenses—our perfect opportunity to infiltrate."
Shia turned his gaze to the shadowy figure speaking.
Aside from their witch-like attire, no other identifying features were visible.
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Ha, targeting the Guen family?
Even the Witch's Night Banquet was setting its sights there.
So all that talk about jealousy and taking the initiative was a lie.
Ella’s real purpose was to leak the Witch's Night Banquet’s new plans to him, wasn’t it?
Shia grasped Ella’s hand, lying on his back, looking up at her.
But at that moment, her ample chest obstructed their line of sight.
Her soft curves nearly pressed against his face, leaving just enough room for him to breathe.
He intertwined his fingers with hers.
Ella lowered her gaze slightly. Although she couldn’t see his face, she could easily imagine his expression now.
After all, it was his fiancée’s family they were discussing.
As a mentor at Seven Shields Academy, she had taught many students, but why was her relationship with Lilith closer?
Sure, Lilith’s ulterior motives toward her mentor played a role, but Ella’s deliberate approach was also a significant factor.
Clearly, the moment had come to activate her long-laid plans.
She had no intention of hiding this from Shia.
In fact, she proactively revealed the plan to him.
Ella felt his hand tighten around hers, his pinky lightly brushing her palm.
—Do you still doubt me?
Though she said nothing, the small gesture spoke volumes.
Shia’s previous suspicion of her still lingered in her mind.
This time, her proactive disclosure of the Witch's Night Banquet’s plan was both a confession and an act of defiance.
Faced with Ella’s tender sincerity, how could Shia not feel moved?
She had always concealed her identity as a witch from the outside world.
Now, she was letting him listen in on a witches’ tea meeting.
He squeezed her palm gently, reassuring her.
—Of course, I trust you. You’re the best.
Ella’s heart sweetened, and she couldn’t help but lift her chin slightly, a hint of pride in her expression.
A little smug from being praised.
However, her satisfaction didn’t last long.
Ella’s expression suddenly stiffened, and a muffled moan involuntarily escaped her lips.
The sudden and intense sensation was all too familiar.
If it weren’t an inconvenient moment, she would have glared at him.
How could he do this!?
But Shia didn’t stop.
This was his heartfelt response to Aunt Ella’s affection.
So why couldn’t he express it this way?
It was his way of showing love for Aunt Ella.
Ella gritted her teeth, trying to endure.
But this display of affection was far from appropriate timing!
Her unusual reaction immediately drew the attention of the other witches at the tea meeting.
All the witches turned their gaze in her direction, their eyes piercing through the void.
Though separated by space and concealed by a magical array, they couldn’t see Ella’s situation.
Still, the muffled moan earlier was far too unusual.
Why would there be such a sudden change during a meeting planned well in advance?
Had she been attacked?
The witches were confused.
Meanwhile, Ella, who was under "attack," blushed deeply.
She felt as though she were exposed under the watchful eyes of the other witches.
Her body softened involuntarily.
Despite the embarrassing situation, her body seemed to react with heightened sensitivity.
"Ahem, my pet at home got mischievous. It bit me because I ignored it for too long."
Ella explained.
Though she tried to maintain a calm tone, her slightly uneven breathing betrayed her.
The excuse was crude, but she could hardly think straight and had to make do.
She leaned forward slightly, as if to apologize.
"Sorry for the disruption. Please allow me to handle my pet."
At that moment, Ella had already grabbed Shia’s wrist.
She leaned down to meet his gaze, her eyes carrying a warning.
This is tea time. Don’t mess around!
Shia raised an eyebrow slightly. How could this be messing around?
Clearly, he was showing gratitude and trust to Aunt Ella.
Besides, with a reaction like yours, it’s really not convincing at all~.