Chapter 37

Transmigration Diary 37
Next morning the maid set breakfast as usual—surprised—the bedroom door still shut.
Rare—the young lady kept schedule—almost never overslept.
She waited in the living room—class time nearing—still silence.
At last—knock—soft—
“Miss? Are you awake?”
Inside—Cefalina stirred—lashes flutter—eyes open—
First awareness—warmth in her arms—
Wen Shiyu curled whole against her—arm around her—even breath—deep sleep.
Blank blink—ears red—cheeks following—
Usually Wen Shiyu was gentle—
Second time needed Cefalina to ask—
Last night—pressed her hard—gripped her jaw—again and again—fierce bites on her neck—would not let her turn away—
Pain mixed with—Cefalina cried—trembled—dizzy—wanted escape—sheets soaked through—
Wen Shiyu fierce in turn—Cefalina fell back into pillows—body arching—over and over—felt like dying with Wen Shiyu then living again—
Even now—breath wrong—face burning—ache still lingering—
Eyes down—Wen Shiyu asleep in her arms—
Face buried—soft quiet—lashes shadow—obedient look—nothing like last night—
Heart full—warm—slightly hot—
Could not believe that performance meant dislike.
Wen Shiyu moved—eyes opened slow—
Met Cefalina close—stunned—face flared—
Fever fragments—hands let go—guilt—
“Cefalina—”
Soft hum—about to speak—
Knock again—“Miss?” worried—
Overslept—embarrassed—
Ignored her—bathroom fast—
Rushed out—Wen Shiyu still flushed—touch—forehead warm again—
“Still feverish—skip class today.” Frown.
Shake head—wanted to go—
Amused—headed to the building.
Half over—sneaked in the back door—
Professor glanced—looked away—said nothing.
Sat—Charlotte’s eyes—
Charlotte scanning late Cefalina and Wen Shiyu—bare doubt—
Bite marks on Cefalina’s neck—guilty—face away—lecture—
Class ending—hard to focus—
Worried for Wen Shiyu—peripheral glances—last night’s fight still stuck—
Still calmer than yesterday—
Gap in birth—match score—never confessed—maybe chasing her took courage—
Would not speak first—
Wen Shiyu’s unforgivable wrong came first—
She must apologize first—beg forgiveness—
Hear her say the accident held no malice—only long-hidden love—
Only then consider forgiving—not easily—
After last night—less worry—corner up—confession coming eventually—
Wen Shiyu notes—under desk text to Charlotte—
【What you said yesterday—how confirm?】
Unbelievable still—but something wrong—
Last night with Cefalina—made her cry—
Blush—guilt again—
Even now—urge to cling tight—
Charlotte’s eyes lit—fast reply—
【I’ll take you to a doctor—
If true—stay away from Cefalina—time for the plan!】
Sigh—but Charlotte was right—
First—help pseudocyesis break—
Only then explain to clear-headed Cefalina—
Learn her true feelings—
Late—bell soon—
Cefalina turned—Charlotte at Wen Shiyu’s ear—slumped on desk—whisper—
Brow up—could not hold—leaned in—“What are you saying?”
Charlotte pulled Cefalina aside low:
“Wen Shiyu still looks bad—fever won’t quit—leg infection or worse?”
“Family watching you—hospitals and fuss will make it worse—let me take her to a doctor.”
Surprised—Charlotte considerate—thought she hated Wen Shiyu—
Looked—Wen Shiyu pale—worry won—
Nod—“……All right. Take care of her.”
Afternoon—sick leave—Charlotte’s car—
Not the hospital—quiet district—pretty standalone villa—
“Wasn’t this a doctor?”
Charlotte opened the door—sure—“Your case needs no doctor—I can tell.”
“Come in.”
Half-pushed into living room—fancy—clearly never lived in—
“Sit.” Charlotte on the coffee table—smug—
“Now—focus—what does my pheromone smell like?”
Tried—“……Rose—your scent.”
“Yes!” Bright—
“And how do you feel—besides fever?”
“A little…… dizzy?” Unwell.
“Good good.” Leaned close—
“Listen—you stay away from Cefalina—stay with me.”
“Why?”
“If you’re presenting Alpha—during and after—you enter a rut—crave marking Omegas!”
Heart jolt—
Last night—this?
Charlotte serious—“Cefalina’s pseudopregnancy—unstable pheromones—you near her—both lose control.”
“Safer with me.”
“When Cefalina comes—we act—she sees you force-mark me—she’ll despise you—goal met?”
Tiny sigh—“Force-mark…… you.”
Hands on hips—
“That face—my charm not convincing?”
“No—not that—”
Forehead—“Must it be this way? Skip classes?”
“Pass finals—few days won’t matter.”
Arms crossed—chin up—
“Wen Shiyu—not backing out?”
Drawled—locked eyes—“Remember who paid tuition.”
Silent.
Still wanted Cefalina well—doubt plan works—
If she woke—how would she look at Wen Shiyu—strangers again?
Unease—
Part of it—pre-rut normal—
While Wen Shiyu drifted on Cefalina—Charlotte watched—excited sparks—
Not full presentation yet—but scent detectable—good sign?
Heard rut strips reason—childlike cling to Omega—
Almost eager—
First instinct—red eyes—beg pheromones—maybe mumble “like you”—
Imagined—conquest pleasure—
Cefalina witness—rupture—perfect—dark little heart—
Before long triumph—
Cefalina called—how is she—doctor say—
Script ready—casual—“Local infection—low fever—observe two days—admitted her.”
Unexpectedly detailed—report—doctor contact—
Panic—“Left already—report later—”
Silence—“Which hospital?”
Speed up—“Don’t come—family watching—if they ship Wen Shiyu off—you’ll never find her!”
Pause—sigh—“……Fine. Tell me if anything.”
“Sure sure”—hang up—
Breath out—
Cefalina in the car—dark screen—brow still knit—
Vague story—blocking visit—
Charlotte…… hiding Wen Shiyu?
Why.