The Villainess' Reborn Diary Novel - Chapter 351

The Villainess' Reborn Diary Chapter 351 All Hail the Queen Softboi sent a message, "Didn't we just eat barbecue?" The other end went completely silent. Two seconds later, MidnightVelvet quietly deleted her message. MidnightVelvet sent, "Don't laugh." Kieran's shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. He sent, "Not laughing." MidnightVelvet sent, "If you laugh, you're staying single forever." Seren stared at her phone, her ears going red. Someone quietly deleted his last message. MidnightVelvet sent, "(smile) Getting sleepy. Phone's about to die.

Going to bed." Softboi sent, "Wait, don't." Softboi sent, "I want to check our scores together tomorrow. That okay?" Seren, cold and merciless, sent back a flat "No." A new message popped up. Softboi sent, "Pretty please." Two simple word, and Seren sucked in a breath. 89 Finished Whatever irritation and disappointment had been sitting in her chest all afternoon just melted away. I really am a sucker for the soft approach . Out on the balcony, the boy swung his legs idly, light-blue jeans stretched over long legs. Over text, there was no way to read someone's expression.

He pressed his lips together, anxious, and after a few seconds of hesitation, opened up his sticker collection. Face carefully blank, he scrolled seriously through a pile of adorable cat stickers, flipping through one after another. 1/4 10:23 Wed , Oct 7 Chapter 351 All Hail the Queen : 0 គ ; 89 Finished A new message popped up. MidnightVelvet sent, "Beg a little more and I'll say yes." His finger paused for a second, the corner of his mouth curling up despite himself, and he picked the nearest sticker. A cat sticker holding a scepter, captioned in bold letters: ALL HAIL THE QUEEN.

He tapped it with one long finger and sent it, along with, "Please, Your Majesty." Seren clutched her phone, laughing for a good while. MidnightVelvet sent, "Her Majesty graciously accepts." The next day. Cassiel slept straight through until ten in the morning, waking up hungry. Groggy, he rubbed a hand through his hair. He never slept still, and his hair was a complete mess. He'd just gotten his color touched up at the salon two days ago - a shade lighter than before - and if he hadn't had the face to pull it off, it would've been a total disaster.

He threw off the covers and sat up, the AC set to sixty-six blasting cold air straight at him. Cassiel switched off the AC, threw on some clothes, and went to wash up quickly in the bathroom. By the time he came downstairs in a black tee and jeans, he looked like the kind of guy everyone at school had a crush on. The living room was empty. He went to the kitchen, grabbed an ice-cold cola, twisted it open, and took a sip. Agatha, prepping lunch nearby, chided him.