I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Let’s Go Hunting

“Mom, just go do your thing!” Charlotte pulled Leisha towards the door, desperate not to let her stay a second longer.

She couldn’t even imagine how embarrassing it would be otherwise.

“I’ll take Roy to the woods for some hunting and fun. We’ll be back before dinner; everything else can wait!”

“Hey, I just got here! Shouldn’t I rest…?”

As soon as Charlotte spoke, Leisha leaned down and whispered with a giggle, “Silly girl, private time together is rare. Mom can only help you this far.”

Charlotte jolted like she’d been shocked, her hands immediately stilling.

After saying that, Leisha waved cheerily at Roy and smartly stepped out.

Suddenly, it was just Roy and Charlotte in the room, with the booming laughter of Rob outside only emphasizing the silence within.

“Um…” The girl returned to her seat in front of Roy, feeling a bit awkward.

Karl and old Raymond were good friends of Rob; they sometimes joined the family meals, but they never entered the house uninvited.

Charlotte never expected someone to burst in like that!

Darn it, it’s all Mom’s fault for making me look so embarrassing! What surprise? Didn’t I just ruin my own image?!

Charlotte couldn’t even bear to look at Roy’s expression.

Someone as reserved and elegant as Roy would surely laugh at her lack of decorum. The proud little princess had all her confidence stripped away at that moment.

Staying inside would only force her to relive that awkward moment, so Charlotte thought taking Roy hunting might not be such a bad idea after all.

But since Roy was the guest, she made an effort to act casual: “What do you think?”

“Uh…”

The random question left Roy hesitating, “I think pink really suits you.”

“Ugh…” Charlotte let out a cute, cat-like whine, her face flushing again as the embarrassment heated up. She glared at him and yelled, “That’s not what I asked you!”

“I was asking if you’d like to go hunting together!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Roy scratched his head, smiling awkwardly, the girl’s glare making his heart miss a beat.

Fortunately, her glare was more like a feigned anger, it felt a bit different.

“If you’re tired, that’s fine! I can go alone!” As Charlotte stood up, her fiery red skirt swayed.

“No, I’ll go too. It’s not gentlemanly to let a lady go out alone.” Roy hurriedly followed her out.

“Suit yourself.” The girl turned her back to him, pretending to be indifferent, but her lips were already lifting in a secret smile.

Mom was right; this was a rare chance for some private time. Compared to the stuffy, tedious royal interactions, this was the perfect opportunity for Roy to recognize the charm of this princess!

Since she had the chance, maybe she should be a little bolder.

Too bad she didn’t have any other pink outfits!

In fact, Roy was pondering something similar.

He had just bought a brooch for Alice, but he was fretting over his lack of affinity points. Rarely being alone with Charlotte, he had to make a good impression!

However, Roy had a clear line he wouldn’t cross in his mind.

Building affinity was one thing, but being too forward was not a gentlemanly move. Touching upon a topic was fine, even if Alice wasn’t his type, but that didn’t mean he had to be reckless.

Two words: Know your place.

When Roy followed Charlotte to the yard behind the vacation cottage, there was a stable, but instead of horses, it housed a few griffins.

The adult Stormwind Griffins were over three times the size of a horse, and a few gathered together were quite the sight.

Charlotte led out the smallest one, the royal griffin Roy had seen during their last matchmaking, with its golden-red fur, standing proudly and exuding nobility.

Just with a casual pat on the head from Charlotte, the griffin plopped down like an affectionate big cat.

“Ah, I’d love to have a griffin like that.” Roy, a fluff enthusiast, sighed in envy.

“Is there a trick to tame it?”

“Um… each griffin has a distinct personality, and taming techniques aren’t one-size-fits-all. It took a lot of effort to train this one!” Charlotte petted the griffin’s head, reflecting for a moment and then added, “If I had to say, it’s all about understanding what they like!”

“Want to try petting?” Charlotte brought the griffin closer to Roy.

“Absolutely!”

Roy eagerly reached out and placed his hand on the fluffy golden-red head of the griffin.

Griffins are known for having bad tempers, and this one was no different.

But just as it was about to shake its head and get riled up, it suddenly felt a warmth on its neck and realized Charlotte was gripping it gently, looking at it with kindness.

Why? So does love fade away?

The little griffin couldn’t understand why its master was suddenly so fierce and submitted as Roy started to pet it.

However, when he really started, he discovered the griffin’s fur was quite stiff, and the texture was just okay.

After all, this beast had skin tough enough to withstand dragon claws — rough skin and thick fur, so naturally, it wouldn’t be soft.

Roy thought to himself, it wasn’t as good as Alice’s.

“Why does it have a weird smell?”

“Just your imagination.”

Charlotte quietly pulled her hand away.

After some time bonding with the golden-red griffin, Roy finally remembered to ask its name.

“By the way, what’s this guy’s name?”

The original text didn’t include such details, so Roy was genuinely curious.

By the way, Karl’s griffin was named “Gray Wind,” and Rob’s was “Flying Flame,” both recorded in history along with their masters’ achievements.

Charlotte’s expression was a bit complex.

The little princess straightened her face, pointed at the griffin, and warned, “If I tell you, you can’t laugh.”

Roy shrugged: “I won’t be so rude.”

“… Cake.”

“What?” Roy didn’t catch that.

“This guy’s name is Cake!” Charlotte exclaimed in a self-deprecating manner.

Hearing this, Roy’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Wow, that name was way too casual!

The key was, Cake had no idea it was being made fun of and let out a proud squawk!

Not gonna lie, when that golden-red fur was curled up, it really did resemble a little strawberry cake.

“Nice, nice name.” Roy covered his mouth to praise.

“I was really young back then; I just blurted it out. Who would’ve thought it would recognize that name! Hey, I warned you not to laugh!”

“Ha… cough! I just remembered something funny.”

Looking back in history, everyone’s griffins were named “Gray Wind” or “Flying Flame,” while yours was “Cake”!

Lost in thought, Roy had to stifle another twitch of his mouth, provoking Charlotte’s fury as she pinched him hard on the waist, nearly making him cry. By the end, after Roy explained his recent train of thought, even Charlotte couldn’t help but chuckle at “Cake.”

“Roar?”

“Cake” had no clue what was happening, feeling somewhat insulted.

After a bit of playful banter, they both shook off the earlier awkwardness.

Charlotte hopped onto the saddle of “Cake,” her beautiful brows raising as she confidently extended her hand to Roy.

“Let’s go! I’ll take you hunting!”