Chapter 90: Charlotte’s Feelings of Jealousy and Frustration
“My key!” Fiona exclaimed in surprise, hastily picking up the two broken pieces and looking at them with a disbelieving expression.
“Wuuuuu~ My key! Wuuuu~” Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes as she wept bitterly.
This key was her most cherished possession, her weapon for slipping into her daddy’s bedroom each night if the door was locked.
How could she not cry and feel saddened?
Moreover, the pink color, her favorite, made this key even dearer to her than the teddy bear she used to sleep with.
Charlotte, who had snapped back to reality shortly after, was surprised to see Fiona crying and felt a twinge of panic.
She hadn’t anticipated the key breaking so easily, especially after exerting all her strength.
Furthermore, observing her little sister’s tears, Charlotte deduced just how much Fiona cherished the key.
Nonetheless, Charlotte swiftly regained her composure and clarity of thought.
With lightning-fast movements, she covered Fiona’s little mouth and whispered softly, “Shhhh! Don’t cry. If Daddy hears, we’ll get caught.”
Upon hearing this, Fiona immediately composed herself and ceased her tears.
Nevertheless, her eyes remained watery, lending her the appearance of an intimidated little hamster.
“Phew~” Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief and withdrew the hand she had placed over Fiona’s mouth.
Then, she gazed at Fiona and gently patted her head, whispering, “Don’t worry, Fiona. I’ll swap your key with mine later, alright? No need to be sad anymore.”
Despite her reluctance to give her key to Fiona later, Charlotte couldn’t help but relent and take responsibility.
After all, she was the one who broke Fiona’s key, regardless of the reason.
Moreover, she couldn’t bear to see her little sister cry or feel sad.
Charlotte’s mature and understanding nature, despite being the same age as Fiona, made her deserving of being the first of the triplets.
Upon hearing this, Fiona pursed her lips sadly and bowed her head.
“I don’t want just any key; I want one that’s pink like this,” Fiona said, holding the two broken pieces of the key in her hands.
Charlotte let out a small sigh before replying, “Alright, I’ll make you another one later, in the same pink color, okay?”
Fiona’s previously sad expression transformed instantly into happiness upon hearing this.
“Really?” she asked, wiping away the tears that had gathered at the corners of her round eyes.
“Of course. Do I ever lie to you?” Charlotte smiled gently and spoke calmly.
Fiona blinked and nodded in trust, saying, “Okay then~”
Having successfully comforted Fiona, Charlotte redirected her gaze towards the door ahead with a frown.
“I’ve just realized there seems to be some sort of magic preventing the door from opening,” she said, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction as she reached out to touch the door.
“Magic? Are you certain, sister?” Fiona responded with a hint of surprise, finding it difficult to believe what she was hearing.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Charlotte replied firmly, shaking her head as she continued, “But I’m not sure what kind of magic is preventing us from going inside.”
Despite being only three years old, Charlotte possessed an understanding beyond her years and was quite familiar with magic.
However, because of her tender age, she was not allowed to touch or practice magic until she turned five.
Therefore, her understanding of magic was not very profound, and she couldn’t fathom the type of magic that lay behind the door before her.
Upon hearing her statement, Fiona blinked a few times and asked, “So, if there really is magic behind this door, did Daddy cast it?”
Fiona’s tone brimmed with curiosity as she asked, staring at the door before her in confusion.
Every time she snuck in at night, she only found the door locked or unlocked; never before had she encountered any magic that locked the door.
Charlotte didn’t immediately respond to Fiona’s question and remained silent for a moment.
She had never witnessed her daddy using magic, which left her unable to determine whether he had cast the enchantment or not.
Moreover, given her daddy’s well-known behavior and traits, it seemed highly improbable that he would resort to using magic solely to lock the door.
“Hmmm…” Charlotte rubbed her chin, deep in thought, for a moment.
When she touched the door earlier and sensed the presence of magic, she felt a familiar flow of mana, leading her to think of one person all of a sudden.
“Mommy…” Charlotte muttered, her eyes widening slightly as she guessed the person who cast the magic.
Immediately, she let out a small sigh and looked helplessly at Fiona.
“Alright, Fiona. It seems we have to go back. Tonight, we’ve failed, just like before,” Charlotte said, her tone tinged with both sadness and annoyance.
She felt incredibly unlucky for continually failing to sneak into her daddy’s room.
Whether it was that night or tonight, they both ended in failure.
Meanwhile, her sister Fiona somehow always managed to sneak into her daddy’s room every night.
‘Humph! I’m upset! Humph! Stinky Daddy!’ Charlotte grumbled inwardly once again, unable to suppress her frustration towards Leon.
If he didn’t show favoritism towards Fiona, would she feel this jealous?
In this moment, for the first time in her life, she felt a twinge of jealousy towards Fiona, who always seemed to receive more attention from their daddy.
Fiona, upon hearing this, felt a pang of sadness, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep on her daddy’s belly tonight, and she wanted to ask Charlotte why.
However, observing her sister pouting once more and puffing out her cheeks in apparent anger, Fiona held back her words and simply gave a small nod.
“Alright,” she replied, her lips pursed and wearing a sad expression.
Charlotte let out a small sigh, trying to regulate her emotions. “Alright, let’s go back.”
Fiona nodded, and the two quickly retreated to their room.
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Meanwhile, inside the room…
“Liliana,” Leon gasped, his voice catching in his throat as she straddled him, her beautiful yet cold face now twisted in ecstasy.
“I’m… I’m cumming!” Liliana moans loudly, her toes curling into tight fists; her expression is now one of intense pleasure.
“Me too!” Beneath Liliana, Leon swiftly rose to a sitting position and wrapped her in a tight embrace as he released his essence deep within her.
After the waves of pleasure ebbed away, Leon and Liliana lay panting, as if they had just completed a marathon of a thousand kilometers without pause.
Gradually, Leon regained some semblance of awareness and gazed at the beautiful woman in his arms with a small sigh, murmuring to himself, “This woman is truly moist!”
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