The Seductive Pretty Boy of the Matriarchal World-Chapter 30: “I Thought You Wanted…”

"You could show even half of this attitude in front of that person and she wouldn’t be able to do anything to you," Giselle Frost said indifferently. Her voice clearly carried suppressed anger, yet it was impossible to tell whether the words held any kindness or malice.

Elias could tell. At the very least, there was definitely no kindness in them.

It was only Giselle’s personality and upbringing that stopped her from cursing. Otherwise he suspected he might have heard a cold "whore" come out of her mouth too.

But Serena Blackwood had paid. She had given him ten million dollars. She was the client, so of course he would obediently follow her into hotels.

From the disgust in Giselle’s eyes, Elias realized he had misunderstood. The reason she brought him to the hotel was so he could stay here for a while until the marks on his body faded before going back, to keep anyone else from seeing them.

In the original plot, "Elias" had indeed wanted to escape everything at this point.

After all, in the original story Tim wasn’t the type to offer Elias a helping hand. Not targeting him was already showing great mercy. How could he have confronted Giselle for his sake like today?

Back then Elias had been tormented by Serena for several nights in a row. His body and mind were exhausted, and he still had to endure Tim and the others’ mockery and strange looks. He just wanted to find a crack in the ground and disappear into it.

"Elias" only wanted to escape, but he didn’t know where to go. It wasn’t until he ran into Giselle, who brought him to the hotel and gave him a temporary shelter, that he managed to get through that period.

The original "Elias" thought this was because Giselle was kind and willing to help others. Little did he know he had caught her attention early on because of his resemblance to Lucien Hart.

But right now Elias saw everything clearly—Giselle felt nothing but disgust toward him.

It was only because he had a face that looked so similar to Lucien’s. Otherwise Giselle wouldn’t have spared him even a single glance.

Elias even suspected that if it hadn’t been Serena—who also liked Lucien and could be considered Giselle’s romantic rival—who had claimed him, and it had been someone else keeping him, Giselle would have turned a blind eye.

As expected, the bone that other dogs were fighting over tasted the sweetest.

Giselle turned her head away, no longer bothering with Elias, and said to the young man at the front desk, "One room."

The receptionist: "ID."

Giselle frowned coldly and glanced back at Elias. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately pulled out her own ID.

After taking the ID, the receptionist’s gaze went past Giselle’s shoulder to look at Elias, curious what kind of guy could be with a girl this impossibly beautiful.

In the end he only saw an ordinary face with red-rimmed eyes full of mist. It looked pitiful, sure, but nothing more—far from the kind of appearance that would make a woman’s heart ache with pity.

Sure enough, after receiving the key card, Giselle didn’t even look at Elias before walking straight toward the elevator.

She knew Elias would follow. He had no real will of his own. Even if someone extended a helping hand, he wouldn’t actively grab it, simply because there was still someone at the bottom of the abyss. Even if that person would shatter him to pieces, he still wouldn’t consider anything else.

Just like last night.

Only when there was clearly and solely one person in front of him would Elias have no choice and be forced to grab onto that single person.

Elias felt he had stalled long enough. Just as Giselle expected, he followed, but always kept a safe distance from her, as if the slightest sign of trouble would make him flee immediately.

Giselle swiped the key card to open the door and glanced at Elias, who was still a full five meters away. Disgust flashed in her eyes again before it quickly returned to cold indifference. "Come in."

Giselle couldn’t be bothered waiting for Elias to struggle with another difficult decision in his head. She lifted her gaze. "You want to go back to the dorm and let everyone see you like this? Let the whole school know your body is covered in some woman’s hickeys?"

The description made Elias’s pretty face turn pale. His body trembled lightly, as if he might faint at any second. Clearly this was a reality he could not accept.

Giselle felt not even a shred of sympathy. Since he couldn’t accept the consequences of being discovered, why had he done it in the first place?

He brought it on himself.

Giselle’s words carried devastating force. Sure enough, Elias obediently walked into the room.

Bang.

The sound of the door closing rang out. A man and a woman alone in one room—the atmosphere should have turned suggestive and ambiguous.

But with Giselle there, a walking refrigerator that only produced cold air, such an atmosphere was impossible.

Once inside, Giselle headed straight for the bathroom. Soon the sound of running water could be heard, the faucet turned on at full blast.

Elias could perfectly imagine Giselle scrubbing the hand that had held his, over and over with soap.

He sneered coldly. So disgusted, huh? If you didn’t want to hold it, then don’t!

Suddenly a thought came to him, and the sneer on his face slowly transformed into a wicked smile.

He immediately started moving...

Just as Elias had guessed, Giselle really washed her hands many times. She was already a bit of a clean freak. After realizing she had touched a man who sold his body, she felt even filthier.

Not to mention the hand Elias had touched—God knows what it had done before. It might have even been used to help Serena...

Giselle’s brows furrowed tightly. She forced herself to stop that train of thought. She couldn’t keep thinking about it. If she did, she might never be able to leave the bathroom.

She shook her flawless hand, walked out of the bathroom, and was about to grab some tissue to dry off when her peripheral vision caught a flash of fair skin.

She turned her head instinctively and saw Elias kneeling on the bed with his back to her. Both hands gripped the hem of his T-shirt as he tried to pull it off. The shirt had already been lifted halfway, his entire head wrapped inside it, exposing a waist that looked soft yet full of resilience—just the right size to hold in one hand. But besides the fairness, his skin was covered in mottled red marks, clearly left by fingers pressing and rubbing hard.

"What are you doing?!"

This was the first time Giselle had completely lost control of her emotions, her furious shout ringing out directly.

Elias, who was in the middle of taking his clothes off, shuddered hard. He didn’t lower his hands and kept the shirt lifted, as if frozen in fear.

After a long moment he finally reacted. In his panic his body instinctively leaned back and he fell straight off the bed. Fortunately the bed wasn’t high and the floor had soft carpet, so he wasn’t hurt.

"I-I..." The boy’s voice came out muffled and pained from under the clothes, trembling, already carrying a crying tone. "I thought you wanted..."

Giselle was stunned. How could this person be so stupid? Couldn’t he see how much she despised him?

The raging anger filling Giselle’s chest suddenly vanished, as if it had crossed a threshold and returned to zero.

Under the T-shirt still covering his face, a faint smile flashed through Elias’s misty, teary eyes.

He couldn’t be blamed for this. Who told Giselle not to make herself clear?

He understood perfectly. But the original "Elias" wouldn’t have.