Free Web NovelChapter 548: Chapter 549: Is This the World of the Strong?_1
"Lord Aiden, you faithless scoundrel! A fickle heartbreaker!!" Fille’s protest, brimming with dissatisfaction, came out of the blue.
Aiden turned to look at Fille, seeing her pouting at him with a wronged expression and replied indifferently, "Haven’t seen you for a few days, and you’re stirring up trouble again? Quite capable, aren’t you?"
"Who’s stirring up trouble?" Fille knocked on the prison door and protested loudly, "I heard that you’ve found yourself another lover behind my back!"
"First, I don’t have any lover. Second, even if I did, that would be my freedom, which has nothing to do with you, so there is no ’behind your back’ or not," retorted Aiden, unfazed. "Third, where did you hear such rumors, huh?"
"Just admit it, has there been an incredibly beautiful woman coming to see you every day recently, bringing you flowers and expensive gifts?" Fille uncharacteristically stood up to Aiden with confidence.
"That statement isn’t quite accurate," Aiden raised a finger.
"Are you saying that’s not true?" Fille faltered slightly.
"Actually, she even proposed to me," Aiden added.
"That bitch plans to sleep with you just after meeting? She’s delusional, thinking she can surpass even me!" Fille’s eyes widened.
"She proposed," corrected Aiden.
"It’s the same thing!"
"It’s not the same thing. How come everything you say sounds so improper?" Aiden couldn’t help but frown.
"Anyway, you can’t just skip over me and go on a date with that woman! My pride absolutely won’t allow a man to be unmoved by my seduction and ignore me for another woman!" Fille declared, her eyes aflame.
"Aren’t you misusing your pride?" Aiden commented dryly.
"I don’t care! In any case, I forbid you to see that woman!" Fille glared at Aiden, declaring decisively.
"But I’ve already made plans to have dinner with her this weekend," Aiden responded.
"What!?" Fille was agape. "What am I supposed to do?"
"What are you supposed to do? Continue to sit in jail." Aiden replied matter-of-factly, "After all, you’re just trying to catch me out, pretending as if there are real feelings involved."
Suddenly, Fille’s eyes widened in shock. After two seconds of silence, her lips quivered slightly, "Why... would you say something so hurtful?"
"I’m just stating facts," Aiden replied casually.
"Lord Aiden, why do you always think of me that way..." Fille reached up to twirl a lock of hair by her forehead, pouting.
Then suddenly, without warning, tears streamed down her face.
"What are you doing?" Aiden looked at her in surprise. freewebnσvel.cøm
"Eh? Why am I..." Fille seemed startled by her own tears, raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, but the tears became more exaggerated as they flowed, "Why is this happening?"
"You..." Aiden was stunned.
"Haha, how ridiculous... Someone like me, actually having real feelings, just like a fool," Fille tried to force a smile, but failed, continuing to wipe away her tears, "Someone like me, how could I be qualified to sincerely like someone? Even if I said it out loud, nobody would believe it... sob sob..."
Fille began to cry and sob, her tears flowing as profoundly as her sorrow.
With hands behind his back, Aiden stood in place, his face ashen, saying nothing.
The surroundings suddenly quieted down, only for a voice to emerge from one of the cells: "Scumbag!"
That call served as a cue, and hisses began to rise and fall all around.
Fille’s pitiable appearance moved many inmates, and Aiden, who had made her cry, instantly became the women’s arch-enemy.
"Enough, stop crying," Aiden tried to speak gently to comfort Fille, but she continued sniffling, crying so hard that her eyes turned red and swollen.
"I know, it’s my fault. Even though I can’t return your feelings, but... I can give you some compensation," Aiden whispered softly. He thought for a moment as if he was making up his mind, "I’ll find a way to get you a reduced sentence, and... I will help you as much as I can in the future."
"The warden?" Flandre looked at Aiden in shock.
Aiden gestured to stop her and continued speaking to Fille in a soft voice: "So, stop crying."
This was the first time he had spoken to her in such a tone.
Sniffling, Fille lifted her tear-blurred eyes and asked softly, "Really?"
Aiden smiled gently, stepped forward, and reached his hand through the bars as if to wipe away Fille’s tears: "This expression really doesn’t suit you at all."
"Warden Aiden..." Fille’s lips trembled, and her tear-filled eyes reflected Aiden’s face, blurred through her tears.
At that moment, Aiden suddenly grabbed one of Fille’s hands, which she was using to wipe her tears, and yanked it out.
"Ah, that hurts!" Fille’s body slammed against the bars, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Aiden’s grip was strong on her wrist.
Before anyone else could react, Aiden brought his nose close to Fille’s fingers and sniffed: "The smell of onions."
Fille’s face instantly changed.
"You rubbed it on your hands beforehand? Going through such lengths to get some tears, not afraid of your eyes swelling up?" Aiden stared at Fille as he spoke.
"Wha-what are you talking about, Warden Aiden?" Fille’s complexion stiffened as she spoke.
"Plan number three, right?" Aiden’s face revealed a "kind" smile.
Fille’s expression twitched: "How did you know?"
She had a premonition that today she might have to come clean here.
"You’ve been in here five times, and your file here has been added to four times. As a cunning repeat offender like you, I would naturally request the most detailed related files. Do you think the police haven’t thoroughly investigated the business methods of your shop?" Aiden stared at Fille and slowly continued, "The succubi in your shop occasionally use this ’genuine emotion’ acting to move clients, to make them become utterly devoted patrons until their wallets are emptied and then find a suitable reason to distance themselves. That’s your often-used so-called ’Plan number three.’ If it wasn’t for the fact that the circumstances didn’t meet the criteria, you would have been prosecuted for fraud long ago!"
"You..." Fille’s eyes widened, "You were playing me!?"
"It was you who played me first!!" Aiden retorted righteously.
"What about the terms you just mentioned?" Fille demanded, eyes wide, "You promised."
"Sorry, I didn’t promise anything, and didn’t you ask me ’really’? I haven’t answered yet..." Aiden responded as if it was the most natural thing, "Of course it’s false. Not applying for an increased sentence for you is already my mercy!"
The inmates who had just been fooled by Fille’s acting fell silent, some still completely befuddled and not having processed what had happened.
Is this... the world of the strong?
