The Fake Heiress Who Tamed the Young Don Chapter 06

The Fake Heiress Who Tamed the Young Don Chapter 06

When I woke up the next day, my whole body ached. 

Especially the inside of my thighs and my lower stomach. 

When I got up and looked in the mirror, I realized my lips were 

a little swollen too. 

I vaguely remembered having a strange dream. 

It felt like I had fallen into a trap, and the more I struggled, the 

tighter it became. 

My mouth had also been blocked by something soft. 

Unable to figure it out, I rubbed my head and went downstairs 

to the dining room. 

Then I unexpectedly saw Ricardo and froze. 

He wore a floral apron and carried a plate out of the kitchen. 

When he saw me, he even smiled. 

“You’re awake. Come eat breakfast.” 

Slowly, I walked to the table and sat down. 

On the plate were heart–shaped fried eggs and carrots carved 

like sunflowers. 

Everything looked delicate and beautifully arranged, clearly requiring a lot of effort. 

After the lesson from before, I no longer dared assume these things were something Ricardo had learned specifically for 

1. me. 

After all, even when I had been at my most spoiled, Ricardo 

had never gone this far for me. 

Now that he had been away from me for only a few months, he 

had learned all these tricks. 

For whom? 

That didn’t need to be said. 

I really had no appetite. 

After taking a few bites, my phone happened to ring. 

After answering the call, I stood up from the table. 

“Ricky, a friend asked me out. I’m leaving first.” 

Ricardo looked at the breakfast I had barely touched, and his eyes dimmed. 

“Okay. When are you coming back?” 

I quickly changed my shoes. 

“Not sure. Around six or seven, maybe. Don’t wait for me for 

dinner.” 

It was only a polite sentence. 

Maybe the second I walked out, Ricardo would rush back to the 

lab to accompany the person he truly wanted to see, disappear for another half month, and never think of me at all. 

In truth, no friend had asked me out. 

Marino had gone to Milan to see the person he had a crush on. 

I wandered aimlessly alone all day, then watched a comedy movie at night. 

When the clock pointed to ten, I finally returned home slowly. 

The moment I opened the door, warm light spilled through the crack. 

Ricardo was actually home. 

I changed my shoes and quietly walked toward the tea room. 

The figure by the island suddenly turned around. 

“You’re back. I made cocktails. Want to try?” 

Ricardo was very good at mixing drinks. 

I had always craved this before, but he always said I wasn’t old enough and refused to let me drink. 

Now that I was an adult, he took the initiative to hand me a 

pretty martini glass rimmed with mint salt. 

I honestly couldn’t resist. 

After one sip, my eyes lit up. 

The small glass was gone in a few swallows. 

Ricardo’s fingers moved as he began mixing a new cocktail. 

As I watched, my gaze somehow landed on the upper half of 

his body in a white tank top. 

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, pale skin, lean muscle. 

As he moved, the hard lines of his chest appeared and disappeared, like hooks drawing my eyes in. 

“Want to touch?” 

I swallowed, not sure if I had heard him right. 

“Hm?” 

The next second, Ricardo lifted the white tank top with one hand, revealing a large section of his abdomen. 

“Touch me.” 

[Ahhh! Brother really learned everything just to make the real princess happy. She liked an Instagram thirst–trap streamer, and he immediately searched tutorials and bought the same outfit overnight. I’m dying.] 

[Wait, don’t you think he and Talia are more shippable? He lifted his shirt and asked her to touch his abs. If I’m not wrong, he’s seducing her, right?] 

[Kick that fake fan out! Brother seducing this spoiled brat? Please. He’s just worried he won’t perform well tomorrow with the real princess, so he’s practicing on the brat. Pure tool.] 

It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head. 

I woke up at once. 

Before, I had asked Ricardo to wear a fitted sweater, and he refused a hundred different ways. 

Now, to make Tecla happy, he could go this far. 

Looking at his red ears and slightly shy expression, I almost 

wanted to compliment his acting. 

“What’s wrong?” 

When Ricardo saw that I hadn’t reacted for a long time, he 

lifted the ends of his reddened eyes and looked at me. 

Even clay figures had tempers. 

I stood up and swept him with a cold look. 

“Ricardo Moretti, are you disgusting?” 

Ricardo seemed to take a few seconds to process it. 

“You think… this is disgusting?” 

I cruelly pointed at his almost transparent tank top. 

“Isn’t it?” 

His face went abruptly pale. 

His arm dropped, pressing tightly against the hem of his shirt, 

his expression full of humiliation. 

He wanted to use me as a practice tool. 

Fine. 

I wouldn’t let him get what he wanted. 

But when I truly hurt him, I didn’t feel that happy either. 

The next day, I prepared the application materials for C 

University. 

I absolutely would not go to H University and watch those two be sweet together. 

That night, when I came home, I accidentally heard Ricardo on the balcony making a call. 

[Book me an apartment at Bluewater Bay. I’m planning to 

move out next semester.] 

[Yeah. For two people.] 

Bluewater Bay was a famous residential area. 

Quiet, expensive, and most importantly, only five minutes from H University. 

Before, I had begged Ricardo to move there so I could live with him after I got into H University. 

I pestered him for ages, but he never agreed. 

I took a deep breath and refused to think further. 

Anyway, I would soon be going somewhere thousands of miles. from H University. 

Whatever happened to Ricardo in the future had nothing to do 

with me.