Perhaps my doubt wounded his heart. His expression darkened as he continued to wipe the knife.
I couldn’t help but say, "Good kids shouldn't play with knives!"
The guy raised an eyebrow, his fingers with distinct joints lightly caressing the blade. He turned and flashed a grin, showing his white teeth, and said, "Then what should I play with?"
After leaving Lysander’s house, I wandered aimlessly through the mall.
Thinking about everything that had just happened, I couldn’t help but sigh:
Kids grow up and you can’t control them.
But a good, responsible mother must learn how to manage her children!
As my thoughts shifted from parenting tips to whether I should scold him for not listening, I heard cheerful cheers ahead.
"Mother! You're here too!"
It was Morwen Blackwood, the third male lead, and one of the only two among the six male leads who ever called me "Mother" with respect.
But the problem was, he loved to stir trouble.
He slid onto his knees in front of me and clung tightly to my leg, saying, "Oh, I didn't expect to run into you today, and I forgot my little whip at home. What a miscalculation! What a mistake!"
This time, I was left speechless.
"I don’t discipline kids in public."
"Ah?" Morwen stood up slowly, still holding my hand, pouting with a regretful look. "But Mother, it’s been so long since you hit me. I miss the feeling of you spanking me."
Passersby overheard our conversation, their mouths agape in shock, their eyes wide as they stared at us.
I: Unbelievable! I can’t believe I’m going to die of embarrassment in this game, my damn pride!
"What spanking? I never did that! Don’t make stuff up! I only ever used a paddle on your palm, and that was because you missed lunch while playing a game."
Morwen grinned mischievously, "I forgot to tell you, Mother, I bought a little whip for you. When we get home, we—ah, ah..."
Blood rushed to my head. I quickly covered his mouth and dragged him away from the crowded area.
Ahhhhh! This is so humiliating!
This brat! Maybe I didn’t punish him enough!
I trudged to the café with Morwen, reflecting deeply on my parenting approach.
The conclusion was—I'm not at fault!
It’s Morwen’s fault for being a twisted character in this dating sim game.
Who designs a male lead like this? He actually has a hidden masochistic side!
In the café, he kept leaning on me, trying to snuggle up. I accidentally slapped him, and he excitedly begged me to slap him again.
When I refused, he bit my arm!
The sound of him sucking on my skin was unnervingly loud in the quiet café.
I had no choice but to give him another slap.
After finally managing to send Morwen off, I was exhausted.
Leaving the café, I wandered on and ended up at the workplace of the fourth male lead, Theron Ashford.
I’d barely stood outside his shop for 30 seconds when he rushed out to pull me inside.
"Seraphina, do you want a tattoo? Where would you like it? I remember you have two cute dimples on your waist. How about I tattoo two flowers there?"
That’s right, Theron was a tattoo artist, always wanting to give me tattoos.
Flowers, fish, birds—every time he suggested something different.
And every time, I refused without hesitation.
Under the effect of his adorable charm, Theron looked at me with round, watery eyes.
My soft heart almost caved in.
"Seraphina, the four silver bangles I made for you are almost ready!"
That reminded me of the time when Theron was persistently measuring my wrists and ankles.
I told him I preferred gold bangles, but he insisted on making silver ones, saying gold was tacky.
I: Tacky? Do I not know what looks tacky? Gold that shines brightly, it lifts my spirits just by looking at it.
But, a kid has to be pampered, so I went along with it.
"The silver bangles are a bit plain, so I added some chain design elements to them! When you come to my place on Thursday, I’ll let you try them on."
