Chapter 187: I Understand
Chapter 187: I Understand
“Then hurry and get up. I made some porridge. I hope you’ll like it,” Elisabeth said, leaving behind a faint smile before turning and leaving.
Julia stretched her neck to peek through the not-fully-closed door. After confirming that the woman was nowhere in sight, she wrapped the blanket around her body and awkwardly scampered toward the bathroom. She did not have Elisabeth’s carefree personality and was not used to exposing her body in front of someone she had only known for a day, even if the other person was a woman.
Twenty minutes later, Julia appeared in the dining room wearing a loose pale green house dress. Elisabeth had already portioned out breakfast. Seeing Julia walk in, she merely nodded at her before continuing to sit at the table with a newspaper in hand, eating while reading, completely acting as though she were in her own home.
Julia did not mind. Sitting across from her, she picked up a slice of toast, spread some peanut butter on it, ate a few bites, then tasted the plain porridge in her bowl.
“Did you sleep well last night?” the woman across from her suddenly asked.
“Ah, of… of course,” Julia hurriedly replied. For some reason, she felt a little guilty, though she could not remember why. Her drunken memories had already become a tangled mess impossible to sort through.
“If possible, I’d advise you not to let there be a next time,” Elisabeth said meaningfully.
“N-next time what?” Julia blinked at the woman opposite her.
“Getting drunk. Don’t get drunk again.”
Julia seemed to realize something. “D-did I do something bad last night?”
Elisabeth nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”
“Oh God.” Julia suddenly slapped her forehead. “This is bad. What if word gets out? What if…”
“Relax. It won’t,” Elisabeth gently shook her head without even lifting her gaze as she flipped a page of the newspaper in front of her.
“Hm?”
“I don’t think that bastard gentleman would spread it around,” Elisabeth said lightly.
Julia widened her eyes. “Bastard… gentleman? You mean… Eric?”
“Bingo!”
Julia immediately became nervous, her voice even turning stuttered. “Th-that, Liz… I… what exactly… exactly did I do that was so outrageous?”
“Not too outrageous. You just clung to that bastard gentleman, crying and begging him to kiss you.”
“Oh, God!” Julia groaned in agony, clutching her head and collapsing onto the dining table. Bang bang bang, she knocked her forehead against the solid wood surface several times.
Seeing the woman’s reaction, Elisabeth could not help laughing a little. “Stop hitting it. Nobody will feel sorry for the wood if you damage it.”
After a long while, Julia finally raised her head, pulled the glass water pitcher from the center of the table toward herself, poured a cup of cold water, and gulped it down. After taking several deep breaths, she finally gathered the courage to ask, “Liz… can you tell me in detail what happened last night?”
“Are you sure you want to hear it?” Elisabeth asked in return.
Suppressing the urge to retreat, Julia nodded.
Elisabeth had an excellent memory, and she had not been drunk last night either. So starting from when Julia began complaining about Eric, she recounted everything in detail, even vividly adding plenty of little embellishments.
“I… I even talked about those dreams?” Julia looked as though she was on the verge of a breakdown, staring at Elisabeth with pleading hope in her eyes, clearly wishing to hear a denial.
“Mhm,” Elisabeth responded while holding her bowl and drinking porridge. Hearing Julia’s question, she nodded vaguely in confirmation.
Julia slammed her forehead against the table again. “It’s over, it’s over. I can’t show my face anymore. How am I supposed to face anyone now?”
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Elisabeth wiped the corner of her mouth and curiously asked, “Julia, does Eric Williams really have that kind of perverted fetish? Does he like hitting women?”
“No,” the woman answered muffledly from where she lay sprawled over the table.
Elisabeth seemed relieved. “So all of that was your sexual fantasy. I thought he really was a pervert. That would’ve been disgusting. I was actually pretty interested in him before.”
“Liz, can we stop talking about this already? I feel like dying right now.”
“It’s not that big a deal. Who says women can’t have sexual fantasies? Hehe, though yours are a bit special. You actually want him to spank you.”
“That was just a dream,” Julia weakly defended herself while clutching her head.
“Dreams are simply a convenient virtual realization of human desires. Fundamentally, they’re no different from fantasies when awake. The only difference is that fantasies are controllable, while dreams are free and unrestrained. But if you didn’t harbor those thoughts deep down, you wouldn’t have dreams like that.”
“Mmmhmhmhm…” The woman let out several whimpering sounds, looking as though she would burst into tears if Elisabeth continued.
So Elisabeth finally stopped pressing the matter and proactively changed the subject. “Julia, have you fallen in love with him?”
Julia shot upright with a whoosh. Clearly, she was even more sensitive about this topic. “No. Absolutely not. I hate him.”
“Oh,” Elisabeth responded noncommittally. Wisely, she did not continue asking. Otherwise, the panicked woman might very well throw her out. At the same time, Elisabeth silently muttered to herself that this reaction really was hatred taken to the extreme.
Julia stared fixedly at Elisabeth, both hands pressed against the edge of the table as though she were eager to do something. After waiting a while and discovering the woman across from her had no follow-up, the breath she had been holding slowly deflated. Hesitantly, she said, “I just… actually…”
“Forget it, Julia. Hurry and eat breakfast. I think your life is too dull, which is why you spend all day overthinking. How about we go shopping after breakfast? I can borrow a private jet. We can fly directly to Manhattan. Fifth Avenue is a shopping paradise. Tonight I can also take you to a few parties and introduce you to some young men. Maybe they’re not as outstanding as Eric Williams, but their families are definitely richer.”
“I’ve met quite a few people like that at parties too. Either they’re too old, or they’re arrogant jerks who rely on their family wealth to indulge themselves everywhere. I even doubt whether they’ll be capable of paying inheritance taxes and actually inheriting their family fortunes in the future. In America, you have to pay taxes before inheriting. I’ve heard many rich kids are forced to donate huge portions of their inheritance because they can’t afford the massive estate taxes.”
“Hehe, those are just rare cases,” Elisabeth laughed. “As long as they put in a little effort, billionaires have countless ways to smoothly pass enough assets on to the next generation.”
Without realizing it, the conversation drifted away from last night’s embarrassing incidents, and the two women gradually opened up, chattering away noisily together.
“Liz, how about wearing this shirt instead? Don’t you think the one you’re wearing is too big?” After breakfast, the two girls slipped into Julia’s walk-in closet and started picking out clothes. Their height and figures were similar enough that sizing was not an issue.
“But I prefer loose clothing. This one’s nice,” Elisabeth showed no intention of changing. She still wore only her panties, exposing two pale, slender legs while rummaging through another wardrobe, casually searching for pants.
Julia pursed her lips, her mind spinning rapidly as she tried to figure out how to make the woman take off the shirt without noticing anything strange.
“Mhm, these pants are nice. I’ll go with these.” Elisabeth pulled out a pair of khaki casual trousers from the closet, held them against her waist for comparison, then put them on.
“Not bad, they look really good,” Julia’s eyes shifted slightly. “But I think khaki pants look better with a light blue top. Pink works too. White feels kind of awkward.” As she spoke, the woman quickly pulled two smaller women’s shirts from the wardrobe in front of her and held them up against Elisabeth. “Look!”
Elisabeth blinked, looked at the two petite women’s shirts in front of her, then at the shirt she herself was wearing. Suddenly, she directly lifted the hem and stripped off the oversized white shirt, leaving herself wearing only a tiny pair of white panties. At the same time, she loudly cried out, “Whoa, whoa, that’s disgusting! I get it now. This definitely belongs to that bastard Eric Williams. So disgusting. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Oh my God!”