Chapter 28

Transmigration Diary 28
“Cefalina…… okay? Why so red?”
Pout—stood slow from rock—“……Fine. Maybe heatstroke.”
Su Yan: “Rest inside—don’t stay in sun.”
Three back to villa.
Cool air—Cefalina touched still-hot cheeks—replay beach scene—late shame.
Almost outdoors with Wen Shiyu—
Must have been half asleep!
Aside from that—Wen Shiyu’s words stuck.
Other mother of her baby.
True—but hearing it—strange tingling in chest.
At first only the accidental child—not Wen Shiyu.
Now…… if Wen Shiyu wanted to see the baby—participate a little…… maybe not impossible?
And she admitted jealousy.
What did that mean?
Tingle stronger—corner of mouth up.
Alpha possessiveness from exchange?
Or…… does Wen Shiyu……
“?”
Cefalina always looking at her.
Mood better?
Met eyes—Cefalina looked away on purpose.
Wen Shiyu neared—took her arm.
“You slept on the beach—sunburned a little.”
Pale skin burns easy.
Shoulder and collarbone faint red.
“Then put repair cream on me.”
Su Yan hesitated: “I can help?”
Instant: “No—Wen Shiyu only.”
Grabbed wrist—to bedroom.
Guilty—
Beach peach scent so strong—Su Yan must have smelled—kind not to say.
Still pulled into master bedroom.
Door shut—bolder.
Back to Wen Shiyu—undid swimsuit strings—ears red—deliberate casual—turned to watch reaction.
“Done—you apply.”
Cream in hand—gaze swept—face hot.
Small smile.
“What? On the beach—you were punishing me—all fierce—now can’t even look?”
“……I can look.”
Step in—half circle in arms—
Cream smeared broad.
“……Your chest…… seems bigger……?”
Shiver—all red—forced calm:
“Normal…… belly will grow too—”
Silent.
Symptoms continue—pseudocyesis not easing—maybe worse.
Hate-her plan not strong enough?
But a little softer when slightly fuller……
Unconsciously……
“Mm—” eyes lost—leaned on her.
Wait—
Tiny tear on swimsuit……
Rock scrape?
Annoyed—only acted dominant—messed suit—
Cefalina found—eyes red—breath quick—petulant:
“Your fault—”
Sorry instinct—light kiss on the small wound.
“Sorry—” low.
Lashes tremble—hand over mouth—redder.
“……Wen Shiyu.” Eyes wander. “You said you’d mark me—punish me?”
Look up—hesitant: “……Right?”
Breath uneven—wet eyes straight in hers:
“Then…… shouldn’t you be rougher with me?”
Brain blank.
Misheard—or she expected it?
Pulled Wen Shiyu’s hand—
Eyes huge—
“Wait—” sanity—“Shouldn’t we shower—”
Gold sand on her—sea in Wen Shiyu’s hair—still beach state—
Cefalina could not wait—bright eyes—arms tight—chin up:
“……Mm—”
——
Night—warm yard lights.
After dinner—beach walk.
Back—Su Yan alone by tropical flowers—moonlit—silent—wanted to talk.
Cefalina went over.
“Cefalina.” Su Yan: “I’ve wanted to ask—why did the perfume fail?”
“Even if first try failed—we should keep trying—not give up.”
Should not overstep—but had to ask.
“You and Wen Shiyu…… are not a couple. This…… cannot last—”
Cefalina flushed—knew Su Yan noticed—not expect her to ask.
“What do you mean—”
Hard to explain.
“Simulated Alpha perfume should work. Why do you think it failed?”
Cefalina angry:
“You think I lied that it failed?”
“No—it’s Wen Shiyu.”
“She wants to help me herself—sabotaged perfume on purpose.”
Head up—helpless—but faint boast in tone:
“Even new perfume—she won’t cooperate. No point trying.”
Su Yan blank—brow knit: “That’s not right—Wen Shiyu cooperated with research. She said she only wants to graduate.”
“Impossible.” Cefalina firm—
“She admitted to me—doesn’t want perfume—wants us close. Ask her if you don’t believe.”
Su Yan exhaled. “I will.”
Cefalina pressed lips—did not want private questioning.
Wen Shiyu walked out—
Terrible atmosphere?
“……Why still outside?”
“Wen Shiyu—come here.”
Should not have come out—too late—approached.
Stared—sudden question:
“At the ball—if Charlotte had not swapped flowers…… Su Yan and I both offered ours—which would you pick?”
“??”
Both gazes—pressure.
No choice.
“Yours of course, Cefalina.”
Smile bloomed.
Glance at Su Yan—pulled Wen Shiyu’s hand—satisfied—“Let’s go.”
Inside—light steps—happy.
Wen Shiyu chased to add:
“I pick yours because it’s worth more—Cavendish promise beats council scholarship by far.”
“Is that so.”
Smile thinned—not gone.
Close—press: “If you really got my flower—what wish would you ask?”
Nervous—never thought—greedy persona—boldest wish:
“I’d ask…… marriage—become your Alpha directly.”
Blank—then laughed—chin up proud:
“I would not make you my Alpha for that.”
Wen Shiyu knew—ideal type—family standards—she did not qualify.
Expected. Smiled.
“Worth trying though? Alpha to you—max power and wealth.”
“Hm—is it?” Light hm—no anger—topic ended.
Wen Shiyu lost.
Cefalina suspected lying.
When Wen Shiyu kept saying control and addiction—it felt wrong.
Real controllers use sweet words—“love you”—“can’t leave you.”
The stiffer and evasive—the more doubt.
This idiot—reverse psychology—already fascinated?
What if cafeteria marking was never for Su Yan?
Slander from despair too?
Guesses kept her smiling—light—giddy mix of pride and thrill in chest.
As Cavendish heiress she had admirers—but never this interesting—dizzy—heart racing.