The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 190: Is This Where Woody Moss Kissed?

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Is This Where Woody Moss Kissed?

Although Woody Moss feared Quentin Rowe, it was Ian Rowe who terrified him even more.

He quietly lifted his eyes and peeked over, only to find Ian Rowe’s gaze colder than usual, as if it was layered with ice.

Woody Moss clung tightly to Quentin Rowe, trembling, unsure of where he went wrong...

"Wah..." he suddenly burst into tears, but under Ian Rowe’s intimidating stare, he lowered his voice until he only dared to let out sobs.

Quentin Rowe patted Woody Moss’s back, impatiently comforting him as he carried him to the dining table, seating Woody beside him.

Then it was time for the meal again. Without Quentin Rowe’s chatter, Maya Monroe found her food more enjoyable.

However, Maya clearly remembered that Tristan Rowe was still in the old house. Yolanda Sawyer didn’t even call him to eat. But since she wasn’t someone who liked meddling in other people’s affairs, she lowered her head and continued devouring her meal.

Suddenly, a splash of green appeared on the white jade plate, undeniably glaring.

Maya followed the movement, seeing Ian Rowe still placing vegetables on her plate.

Soon, half of her plate was occupied by greens.

Maya’s face stiffened, hesitating to pick up her chopsticks. She pretended not to see it and reached for the meat with her chopsticks.

A while passed, but the greens on Maya’s plate remained untouched.

"Why aren’t you eating?"

"This... I don’t like it," she replied.

"Don’t like it?"

Maya thought he understood, but before she could nod, she heard him say, "Even if you don’t like it, you should eat it."

Maya rarely saw him so assertive, and it was surprisingly over a few pieces of "greens"...

Seeing their interaction, Yolanda Sawyer couldn’t help but smile: "If Maya doesn’t want to eat it, then don’t force her. Why push her?"

Ian Rowe didn’t explain much, but instead looked at Maya and, with a hint of coaxing in his low voice, said, "Eat a little, it’s not much."

Maya’s fingers trembled slightly, feeling as if Ian Rowe’s voice was surprisingly gentle. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Ian Rowe refused to give up, so Maya reluctantly picked up a few pieces of vegetables and put them in her mouth. She quickly finished them and then drank some water, as if just trying to get it over with.

Ian Rowe, noticing her reluctance, didn’t intend to push her too much at once, so he shifted his gaze back to his own meal, leisurely eating.

After dinner, everyone accompanied the grandma for a chat.

As the sky darkened, Ian Rowe suggested leaving, and Quentin Rowe stood up, holding Woody Moss.

Yolanda Sawyer nodded: "It’s indeed getting late. Let me know you got home safely."

Maya stood up and saw Ian Rowe draping a coat over her and then buttoning it up for her one by one.

His head slightly bowed, and his handsome face bore a serious expression.

He gently brushed his hand, letting the hair trapped in the clothes fall loose. He tucked her dark hair behind her ear, his long fingers inadvertently brushing against her cheek.

It was only when Maya was fully dressed that Ian was satisfied.

Maya suspected Ian Rowe was deliberately showing off in front of Yolanda Sawyer, but since someone was helping her with her clothes, her lazy self had no reason to refuse.

He turned around to Yolanda Sawyer and said, "Grandma, we’re heading off."

Yolanda Sawyer nodded with a smile, feeling much happier.

Ian Rowe looked at the complicated expression of Quentin Rowe and slowly said, "Aunt, Maya and I will take our leave first."

The way he said "Maya" carried an intimacy, signaling their close relationship.

Quentin Rowe’s eyes showed a hint of curiosity. She looked at Maya deeply before forcing a smile and saying, "Stay safe on the road... both of you..."

Maya keenly noticed Quentin Rowe’s change in attitude towards her but didn’t bother dwelling on it.

Woody Moss waved goodbye to Maya, but before he could say anything further, he watched Ian Rowe half-embrace Maya and leave.

As they left, there was a cold glance followed.

Unable to hold it in, Woody Moss burst into tears.

He felt so wronged...

*

Maya felt a little tired today. She almost skipped her usual drama sessions downstairs, and after a bath, she curled up in bed.

Besides the food channel, she discovered a new interest: comedic variety shows.

Of course, the food channel would always be her first choice, and she’d only opt for other shows when she couldn’t find anything exciting to watch there.

Maya flipped through a few videos, chuckling a few times.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and Maya looked up to see Ian Rowe approaching. It seemed his hair was a bit messy from just being blow-dried, adding a touch of unruliness and allure.

Maya watched him get into bed: "Honey, did you finish things so quickly today?"

He nodded.

Ian Rowe, with a slight tilt of his head, observed her smiling demeanor. Her shoulder-length hair fell to her waist, and her slender shoulders trembled slightly with her laughter.

His gaze drifted away from her fair neck.

"When are you going to sleep?"

Engrossed in what she was watching, Maya hastily replied, "Soon, right after this episode!"

She responded swiftly before turning her attention back to the screen. A guest tripped comically, and she burst out laughing.

This world really was wonderful—great food, great drinks, loads of fun, and no looming threat of being killed.

Her eyes fixed on the screen, ignoring the somewhat unreserved gaze from behind.

After finishing the episode, Maya got up to turn off the lights, by which time Ian Rowe was already lying down.

Internally, Maya gave him a thumbs up, impressed at how he managed to fall asleep in such a noisy environment.

She sighed, lying down on her own pillow.

For some reason, Maya suddenly couldn’t find sleep, and with a frustrated click of her tongue, she opened her eyes, only to see Ian Rowe wasn’t asleep either.

The two faced each other side by side. Maya said, "Honey, you’re not asleep yet?"

With the dim light, Ian Rowe’s gaze meticulously examined her face, lingering on her impeccably crafted right cheek.

Maya felt uncomfortable under his stare, and her face grew slightly warm.

This scene unexpectedly carried a bit of tension.

Maya was the first to give in, laughing awkwardly: "I’ll sleep first, you should too."

Suddenly, a soft touch grazed the right side of her cheek, gentle yet impossible to ignore.

Stunned, Maya opened her eyes wide, seeing Ian Rowe’s gaze fixed intently on her cheek, his eyes as deep as a dark pool, filled with unreadable emotions.

She instinctively grasped Ian Rowe’s wrist, his wrist as beautifully delicate as a bright moon, yet the strength in it was undeniable.

Even so, his fingertip continued its soft brush, slow and torturous, as if binding prey by the neck until it gently choked.

Maya felt Ian Rowe was acting out of character today, or perhaps he was in some nightmare.

Suddenly, his gaze looked at her steadily, and his voice was soft, "Did Woody kiss you here?"