Quick Transmigration: Her Seduction Games - Chapter 16

Like a cat caught in a trap, Ingrid promptly jumped out of Rembrandt’s scalding embrace.

That slip of tongue was definitely not included in her plan.  In fact, it was still too early for her to boldly declare her affection. If it was any other words, Ingrid was confident that she can reason it out logically, however, the kiss word is too deep for her to wash away!

She was still panicking when her head was knocked back after receiving a flicker on her forehead. That earned her a groan. She touched her forehead with both palms, moved a step back, then glowered at the man before her.

“Punishment for having dirty thoughts on your brother.”

The cat already escaped out the bag, and Ingrid had no intention to chase it back.

“Why is it bad when you’re not even a blood brother of mine.” Ingrid muttered, yet loud enough for him to hear.

Rembrandt’s eyes fell to a freezing point. Ingrid can sensed the surrounding darkening. She cursed in her mind.

Holy shit. Why is flirting considered a red buŧŧon in this damned man’s head!

“Don’t let your gibberish mouth ran recklessly.” He said in a threatening words, then walked away with a long stride.

Ingrid gaped. What a cruel way to say scram to your little sister.

Dana has always acted sweet towards Rembrandt. Bearing the knowledge that they were not blood siblings from the start, it’s hard not to fall in love with an outstanding young man who was close to you. He should know this little facts, along with her ambiguous actions towards him ever since, so probably, todays development was not out of her character by much.

And his total aversion of her attempts were a way of him saying that she should abandon the idea of her having unsuitable thoughts. That is also the reason why he brought her here when he can just say it all along, that if she saw his efforts with her eyes, she will back off by herself.

Someone called her from behind, she saw the familiar face of her driver. Rembrandt was already sending her back, her left eye twitched, then she muttered, “Someone is being touchy.” He already accomplished his objective. He saw the reaction he wanted when she ran away earlier–which was actually caused by another reason. So there’s no need for her to linger here any longer.

Ingrid followed the driver to the black sedan car that was waiting for her. By the time her rear touched the soft seat, her mind starts to wonder.

Today, the male lead is going to propose to the female lead. If she can, she wanted to disrupt his arrangement. She was able to formulate multiple things all at once, she can burn the hotel down–no that’s too cruel, she can just start the fire in that room, or cut the electric supply, or just fuċkɨnġ bombed the place down–okay that was savage, and many more. However, considering the numerous eyes that spies her every motion, she’s afraid that before she can even get her hands on a container of gasoline, her hands will be slapped away by that man with incomprehensible eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat. The images in her mind shifted into a man bending his knees, lifting his hand that holds a velvet box in his palm, and offers it towards the friendly looking woman. And when the woman said yes, his deep obsidian eyes stirred while he was lovingly gazing down at the woman who’s facing him.

Ingrid’s eyebrows creased heavily. The picture she saw made her feel like her heart was being squeezed tightly.

Damn, not again.

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Ingrid was spacing out as she stood in front of that humongous classical door again. She’s here to intervene one last time with her futile means. She told herself. And not because what’s gonna happen soon made her uncomfortable enough that she had a hard time breathing.

She saw a man in a server dress a few meters away from her. Like how some spoiled princess do, she beckoned the guy to come near her with her finger, then she asked, “What time will the woman named Lu Wen get invited in?”

The man was trying his best not to let out a smile. A cute frowning face with a read mark sticking on her forehead amused the man instead of feeling insulted by the treatment.

“Why are you not answering me?” Her frown gone deeper.

Noticing that he was not doing his job properly, he cleared his throat first before answering. “In a moment, maam.”

Ingrid let out an hmp, then she commanded him to open the door.

The heel of her boots created a distinct noise that passed through every corner of the spacious chamber.

Ingrid fearlessly walked towards him. She motivates herself by repeating the words, ‘go big or go home(die)’ in her mind. When her pair of short legs finally positioned itself in front of his, her pink mouth opened, then she said the following words with a determined glow in her eyes, “I like you, big brother Rembrandt.”

She has already half admitted her supposed to be feelings earlier but confessing it vocally was another matter. She’s expecting a severe reaction from him, the more the better. She waited, however, it didn’t come.

She was staring at him all this time so she saw how his eyes lost its focus after hearing her confession.

This kind of response, was totally out of her expectation.