The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress

Over the next few days, Pasha's figure could be seen everywhere in the treehouse.

She was as industrious as a bee without a complaint. She would get up earlier than the chickens and go to sleep later than the dogs.

At five o'clock in the morning, she would start preparing breakfast for everyone in the house, cleaning the whole house, and washing their worn clothes.

Xavier didn't like others to touch his clothes. He could tolerate his own house servants, but he could not fully trust this servant girl from the Werewolf Race.

He would discard his clothes after wearing them once, never washed them.

But, Chloe was different. She found this woman named Pasha quite interesting.

Because for the first time, she saw a woman who dared to blatantly flirt with her father.

Yes, flirtation.

Everything Pasha did was apparent to Chloe, even devoid of new ideas. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Because in the past, men had tried to entice her with this virtuous guise.

Fortunately, there was someone most virtuous by Chloe’s side. Compared to him, that man appeared quite floppy.

But clearly, Pasha was not like that. She was much smarter than that man.

Even if Xavier didn’t favor her, regularly scolded her, or plainly ignored her, she never lost her temper.

She was as refreshing as a cup of clear hot water, moisturizing everything quietly.

Chloe enjoyed teasing such honest people.

Just like now.

"This one, this one, and this," said Chloe, playfully stuffing a pile of clothes into the wooden basin in Pasha's arms. "I am afraid sister will have to help in getting these cleaned~"

Pasha nodded slightly, "It is my duty."

"That's good." Chloe leaned against the wall, calmly examining Pasha for a long time, and finally said, "Huh, do you need my help?"

Upon hearing this, Pasha frowned, "No need, I can handle it."

After saying this, she turned around with the wooden basin and walked towards the bathing room.

In the entire treehouse, except for Chloe, no one was willing to let Pasha wash their clothes.

Over time, Chloe could always see some anxiety in their eyes.

Chloe raised her eyebrows slightly and whistled a long rogue's whistle in her heart.

This sister really had some perseverance.

While thinking this, she straightened up and walked out the door.

Breakfast was ready. Xavier sat at the dining table, surrounded by her silent buddies.

Chloe naturally walked towards the table and pulled out a chair:

"Why is everyone so silent? Isn't the breakfast satisfactory?"

Her arrival clearly eased the atmosphere at the breakfast table.

Daniel breathed a sigh of relief, "No, no, let's eat now."

After waiting for Chloe to grab her chopsticks, he quickly followed.

The breakfast table was finally as lively as before.

Chloe talked a lot, even able to recall and narrate every dream she had last night, completely and logically.

Both Anderson and Xavier were the quiet ones at the table, silent as if they were from another world.

During the conversation, Chloe noticed that Xavier didn't touch the food on the table from beginning to end, but held a test tube in his hand instead.

The fluid in the test tube was bright and viscous, a smell Chloe was too familiar with.

Artificial fresh blood.

The staple food of the Vampire.

Speaking of which, it seems like a long time since she had had the taste of blood.

Chloe, having a craving, was just about to ask Xavier for a bite when she saw Pasha, with red-rimmed eyes, walking over from the other side.

Chloe: "?"

Why is she crying?

As she was pondering who had the guts to bully her new toy, Pasha stood still in front of Xavier and gently asked:

"Master, you haven't eaten any breakfast I've made in the cabin for five days. Do...do you have any complaints against me?"

Silence.

The room fell silent all at once.

Even before Pasha had approached, Daniel had lowered his eyes feigning blindness. Qin Huaibei and Katherine were left puzzled, unsure of the riddle Pasha was playing.

Chloe winked, thinking to herself that the final act was finally about to unfold.

What she saw was Xavier looking at Pasha with intrigue, though his voice remained casual:

"I simply don't want to eat. The Werewolf Race's food does not suit my palate."

Pasha pursed her lips, then asked again, "Well... could you perhaps tell me what kind of taste the Vampire food possesses? If possible, I would like to attempt making a meal for you."

Xavier fixated on her for a while after her words fell, and replied:

"Sorry, I do not have the time to instruct you."

Pasha: "..."

Whether Chloe was imagining it or not, she felt that Pasha's lips twitched like she was speechless.

Pasha lowered her eye's crestfallen, her hands fidgeting:

"Okay…Hiss—"

Once the sound came out, Chloe's gaze immediately fell on Pasha's hand.

There was a spot of fresh blood from where she was hurt. Chloe, however, didn't find the taste in her heart remarkable.

Xavier appeared not to have noticed Pasha's condition.

His fingers tapped on the terminal screen, absorbed in whatever he was doing.

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Pasha stood awkwardly for a while.

Would calling out to him again seem too deliberate?

Just as she was indecisive, out of nowhere, Chloe's voice rang:

"My! Miss Pasha, what happened to your finger? How did you get hurt?"

Hearing her voice, Xavier looked up from the terminal screen.

He looked at Chloe first, then, following Chloe's gaze, at Pasha.

The maid paused for half a second, then quickly released her hand as she made eye contact with Xavier, her eyes brimming with teardrops:

"It happened while I was doing the laundry—the little miss had left a dagger in the pocket of her clothes. I didn't notice and got cut."

Chloe: "?"

She looked perplexed.

Did she have a dagger in her clothes? Chloe couldn't recall but she suspected that Pasha wasn't lying, considering she was a walking arsenal.

But her daggers were all sheathed and tied tightly—it wouldn't simply fall out without a strong pull.

It wasn't possible that the dagger got excited after being washed and can't wait to break out of the sheath to cut Pasha, right?

Pasha's voice was still weak. Blood was still oozing from her fingertip, and her fluffy grey ears flickered, invoking sympathy.

Xavier stared at her for a long while, and after a moment, replied coldly:

"You can't even wash clothes properly, how did you become a maid here?"

Pasha stiffened, instinctively feeling a bit panicked.

She wanted to say something to salvage the situation, but Xavier spoke again:

"If you can't do it right, you might as well leave. Don't loiter around me all day."

“......”

Unable to hold back, Chloe blew a long, silent whistle in her heart.

Pasha's face turned crimson, whether from embarrassment, shame, or perhaps both.

In the end, unable to bear it any longer, she whimpered and quickly ran out of the dining room.