I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 237

Chapter 90: Not Wanting to Separate

“Stay with me tonight…” Chewing on those words, the girl’s gaze became more tender, and the corners of her mouth gradually curled up.

She leaned against the headboard with her straight legs crossed, putting on a mischievous smile: “Being next to a beautiful girl all night, you don’t have any weird thoughts, do you?”

Roy immediately pretended to get up: “Then I’ll leave?”

“Don’t!”

Nia gasped in shock, grabbing Roy’s sleeve in a panic.

Roy turned around, revealing a smirk that mirrored Nia’s.

Seeing that Roy hadn’t moved an inch, Nia realized she had been played and couldn’t help but gnash her teeth in shame.

This was the Nia Roy was familiar with—their emotions on display.

But the image of the girl now was not something he fully recognized.

With her dress soaked and Alice’s clothes not fitting, Nia ended up wearing Roy’s clothes.

She was wrapped in a white shirt, showcasing her smooth, flawless legs, and her deep cleavage was accentuated.

Her damp, green hair cascading down her shoulders made her look weak, something rarely seen. And the pointed, delicate ears of her elf heritage were a striking contrast to how he remembered her.

Her charmingly ample figure coupled with her pure and elegant face brought together the dreamlike quality unique to her elven lineage.

Nia’s refreshing and seductive allure felt like a beautiful treasure hidden deep within the Elven Forest, tugging irresistibly at the heartstrings.

And that treasure was now just a fist’s length away.

Noticing Roy’s gaze casually sweeping over her, Nia felt a mix of shyness and delight, her chubby white legs subtly squirming, while the tips of her soft ears twitched slightly.

Yet she forced a grin, lifting her chin, pretending to be teasingly proud: “Surprised, right? I’m actually of elven descent!”

“And not just any elf; I’m the first daughter of the Verdant Council.”

What were meant to be bragging words dimmed a bit once spoken.

In terms of family background, she considered herself quite lucky; being the first daughter was equivalent to a royal status elsewhere, making her worthy of the Marquis’s son in front of her.

But it was precisely because of this identity that she was bound to her mother, unable to share her academy days with Roy.

As Nia felt a little melancholic, a light tap landed on her forehead.

“Ouch! What was that?!”

Under the girl’s resentful gaze, Roy smiled softly, a hint of tenderness twinkling in his tranquil, night-like eyes: “What first daughter? To me, you’ll always just be that silly girl who loves to eat, play, and stir things up.”

Nia blinked in surprise, then turned her head away while propping her chin on her hand, pouting: “You’re the silly one!”

Yet, the uncontrollable smile that crept onto her face and her slightly flushed ears betrayed her wavering heart.

She knew Roy was intentionally trying to cheer her up.

To be honest, Nia loved adventure stories rather than romance novels, and her ideal type was vague—basically, as long as he was handsome, cool, and could fight, that was enough.

But ever since she met Roy, her idea of the ideal type started to clarify.

It was those little moments of tenderness that pulled her in, making it hard for her to let go.

“By the way, could you turn around a bit?”

“Why?”

Roy eyed her suspiciously, feeling like she was up to something.

Nia lifted her chubby leg and lightly kicked him twice, urging, “Come on, you promised to stay with me. This little request isn’t too much, right?”

“Okay, okay.”

Roy turned around, backing away from Nia.

Who would have guessed that as soon as he did, a wave of jasmine-scented air enveloped him, warm and soft like sunlight filtering through trees.

Smooth white arms wrapped around his waist, a moist breath brushed against his ear, and leaning back slightly, he felt the cloud-like softness against him.

The moment of panic was brief; he quickly regained composure.

Because the tremor of the girl’s body resonated through their skin and breaths, reaching deep into his heart.

“Roy, actually I…”

Tightly holding onto the boy in front of her, leaning into that strong frame, Nia finally found the courage to spill her long-suppressed worries, the argument with her mother tonight, and her true feelings.

“Honestly, I was all set to go back with my mom.”

“But when it came time, I realized I couldn’t do it—I don’t want to go back to the Verdant Council; I don’t want to leave the academy…”

Her embrace around the boy tightened a little more, trembling even further.

“I don’t want to be apart from you.”

The rain that had paused fell once again.

This time, it wasn’t a heavy downpour but a soft drizzle, echoing under the faint and ghostly starlight.

Noticing the dampness behind his clothes, Roy sighed inwardly.

Just as he suspected, Nia’s conflict with Janthea had nearly reached an irreparable stage. Even in the original work’s happy ending, Nia would merely compromise reluctantly—she didn’t really want to go back.

Most importantly, her feelings were no longer limited to a desire for freedom or adventure.

He was the real reason Nia was unwilling to compromise, leading her to such a situation.

So, shouldn’t he be responsible for her to the end?

Roy knew a bit about why Janthea wanted to take Nia back.

The bloodline of the Forest Elf was special, and given the elves’ long history, there were certainly villains lurking in the shadows coveting it. From a principle standpoint, staying at the Verdant Council was indeed safer.

But it also depended on Nia’s own wishes.

If Nia genuinely wanted to go back, Roy would respect her decision.

But right now, that girl who always wore a smile and had a sunny disposition was in tears, and the answer was clear.

Most importantly, it wasn’t just Nia; Roy felt the same way.

So, Roy took hold of the delicate hands wrapped around him.

“I feel the same way.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t want to be apart from Nia either.”

Roy tightened his grip on her hand, determined: “So, let’s stay together.”

There was nothing that could make Nia happier than Roy’s plea.

But thinking of her mother’s attitude, Nia still felt disheartened: “Mom won’t agree.”

“So, that means you’ll compromise? Didn’t you just say you don’t want to be apart from me?” Roy raised an eyebrow and smiled leisurely.

A moment of silence.

Then Nia’s gentle body nestled tightly against Roy, her shimmering green eyes flickering with determination.

“…No. I don’t want to be apart from you!”

Nia gritted her teeth, a glimmer of resolve crossing her gaze: “Even if I have to go against my mom, I will…”

But her declaration was cut short by Roy who, not in the least bit amused, lightly tapped her forehead again.

He wanted Nia to stay, but he sure didn’t want her to end up in a filial piety war! Besides, she belonged to an entire Verdant Council—how could they just bang heads about it?!

Huh? The Lionheart Kingdom?

If any king from the Lionheart Kingdom heard he wanted to borrow the kingdom’s power for a girl from another country, he’d probably end up targeted by two major powers at once!

“Ouch! What are you doing?!”

“No need for violence; we just have to convince your mom, right?”

Nia rolled her eyes dramatically: “My mom is not the kind of person who can communicate through words, okay?!”

Roy grinned mysteriously: “That may not be the case.”

“Maybe it’s just that someone is too stupid?”

“???”