Shia had no interest in the dramatic display playing out behind him.

As Lilith continued lamenting her regrets, he and Diana had already turned to leave.

However, a tug on his sleeve forced him to stop.

Turning his head, he saw Lilith looking up at him with teary, puppy-like eyes.

"Shia, don’t go."

Her wide, watery eyes brimmed with unspoken sorrow, her pitiful expression resembling a defeated stray.

It was as though Shia had abandoned her for the taller, more mature Diana.

With a calm expression, Shia took hold of Lilith's hand.

For a brief moment, hope flickered in her eyes.

But instead of comforting her, he firmly and decisively peeled her hand away.

As Lilith's face grew even more sorrowful, he allowed a hint of melancholy to show in his expression.

"Lilith, I think we need some time apart," he said, his voice calm but tinged with a hollow sense of detachment, as if his heart had been shattered.

He tossed her hand aside and walked away.

"All these years together… are you really going to abandon it all?"

"I'll wait for you here… until you turn back."

"What do I need to do to make you stay, my dearest Shia?!"

Behind him, Lilith's heartfelt cries rang out, echoing with raw emotion.

Yet her impassioned words didn’t slow Shia’s steps.

In fact, if anything, he seemed to pick up the pace.

Diana glanced at him, a smirk tugging at her lips as she teased him.

"Your fiancée really is something else, isn’t she?"

Shia could only offer a weary smile, letting out a helpless sigh.

Diana chuckled lightly. Even in her long life, she hadn’t encountered someone quite like Lilith before.

Using emotional manipulation and outright violence to control her fiancé…

Switching to fawning flattery as soon as things didn’t go her way…

And doing it all without a shred of shame.

If Shia weren’t involved, Diana might’ve been tempted to toy with Lilith for her own amusement. After all, life could get boring, and watching people act like clowns was entertaining.

But for now, Shia’s unpredictable charm held her attention.

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Back at Shia’s villa, Diana acted as if she owned the place. She gracefully bent down to remove her shoes, moving with a natural ease that suggested she’d done it countless times.

Leaning against the small cabinet by the entrance, her waist dipped as she bent forward. The generous weight of her chest pulled downward, causing her low-cut neckline to reveal an enticing view of deep cleavage.

With one hand holding the thin heel of her shoe, she slipped it off, freeing her stocking-clad foot.

The taut fabric clung to her skin, highlighting the curves of her heel and toes, the light catching on the sheer material in a way that made the sight downright mesmerizing.

When her bare feet met the cool stone floor, it sent an almost tactile urge to scoop them up and hold them close.

Every movement was a study in seductive elegance.

Shia didn’t shy away from appreciating the sight, nor did he hesitate to ask directly.

"So, what are you trying to do here?"

Diana finished removing her heels and stood barefoot, her black-stockinged feet resting lightly on the ground. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, her expression warm and motherly.

"Just trying to guide you, of course~!" she said, casting him a playful wink and a bewitching smile.

She turned, her hips swaying with an alluring rhythm, her long legs crossing gracefully as she walked. Each step sent a tantalizing jiggle through her chest, the movement enough to captivate anyone’s attention.

Stopping by the couch, she perched elegantly on the edge, lifting her perfectly rounded hips before settling down.

Patting the seat beside her, she beckoned to Shia with a teasing smile.

"Come sit."

It was the kind of invitation no one could refuse—a confident, alluring woman inviting you to sit beside her.

Shia accepted and sat down, the distance between them barely enough to fit a breath.

But in the next moment, Diana's demeanor shifted. Her face grew serious, her sultry allure replaced by a dignified, almost regal air.

Her beauty took on a new edge—cold and commanding, yet irresistibly tempting.

The contrast of her strict expression and her innate charm created an intoxicating allure, one that seemed to demand both submission and defiance.

Her voice was low and magnetic, drawing Shia into her words like a siren's song.

"You’re an orphan, with no family. Your only connection is Lilith, your childhood friend."

"Though, calling her a friend might be a stretch. She’s never truly treated you as an equal."

"You lack talent in cultivation, forever overshadowed by her, always beneath her heel…"

Diana recounted Shia’s life with brutal precision, each word cutting deep.

It was an emotional dissection, laying bare every scar and vulnerability.

Most people would have crumbled, overwhelmed by the painful memories. They’d have sought solace in her embrace, burying their face in her ample chest for comfort.

But Shia’s response was calm, almost indifferent.

"And your point is?"

Either he was putting on a façade, or his mental fortitude was unshakable.

Diana chuckled softly, her smile a perfect blend of cold and seductive.

No wonder she’d taken an interest in him—he was undeniably intriguing.

Crossing one leg over the other, her luscious thighs pressed together, stretching the thin black stockings taut until they were nearly transparent.

Resting her elbow on her knee, her ample chest pressed against her arm, the fabric of her dress straining under the pressure.

She leaned forward slightly, her other hand gently lifting Shia’s chin with a single finger.

Her voice was a lazy, magnetic drawl, filled with playful allure.

"How about becoming my child?"

The proposal was sudden, catching Shia completely off guard.

His body leaned back instinctively, one hand braced against the sofa, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

Huh?! How did things escalate to this?

"Excuse me? What did you just say?"

Diana didn’t back down. She leaned closer, her chest pressing firmly against him, the soft weight of her curves impossible to ignore.

"I asked if you’d consider being my child," she repeated, her crimson eyes locking onto his.

Shia’s gaze wandered involuntarily, taking in her stunning figure.

Her jet-black hair radiated an air of mystery and elegance. Her crimson eyes gleamed like pools of unquenchable desire, threatening to pull anyone into their depths.

Her breathtaking face exuded a dangerous, seductive charm.

Despite her voluptuous curves, her collarbone was delicate and refined, her chest impossibly full and inviting.

Her slim waist carried just enough softness to beg for a touch, while her black-stockinged legs seemed to radiate tension and power.

She was the embodiment of a mature, irresistible beauty, her very presence amplifying every fantasy.

And as Shia weighed the idea, the temptation of having someone like Diana by his side grew stronger.

In her, he saw not just allure but also strength—a protector who could step in when he needed her most, like today.

So, faced with such a bold offer from such an extraordinary woman, what would you choose?

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