Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 94: Drifting

"Hey, how are you doing? Those stupid fuckers didn’t hurt you, did they?" Jania asked, her tone laced with concern.

Eira smirked, shaking her head. "No, they didn’t. They just wanted to ask some questions. Besides, if they had, do you think I would’ve told Lyle to stop whatever he was going to do?" She tilted her head slightly, her smirk turning sharper. "I’m not that kind, Jania, so you don’t have to worry."

Jania sighed in relief, though her expression still held traces of guilt. "That’s good to know, but I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you Herrera was investigating you because I thought he wouldn’t dare come near you. Clearly, I underestimated the bastard." Her jaw tightened as she spat the last word.

"It’s alright," Eira replied dismissively. "It’s over now. But what about Reed? How’s he doing?"

"Reed’s fine. More than fine, actually. Herrera knows his limits; he wouldn’t dare hurt one of Master Aelion’s men intentionally."

Eira arched a skeptical brow, her expression making it clear she didn’t entirely believe Jania’s reassurance.

Jania waved a hand dismissively. "The accident was supposed to be minor—just a warning. Something went wrong, though. At least, that’s what he said."

"Right," Eira muttered, her tone dripping with doubt.

Jania shifted awkwardly, then asked, "Are you going back home?"

Eira turned to look out the window, her gaze thoughtful. "I don’t know. Should I? There’s only a week left before the exam starts, and after that, the Allen family will be nothing more than a memory. So what’s the point?"

"Are you planning to stay here, then?" Jania asked, failing to hide the hopeful edge in her voice.

Eira hummed noncommittally, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "I haven’t decided yet. But first, let me eat something. I’m starving."

Jania’s shoulders sagged, her disappointment clear despite her effort to mask it. "Fine. Freshen up. Breakfast will be ready soon, and I’ll wait for you."

Eira nodded and headed into the bathroom. When she returned a few minutes later, she stopped in surprise. An outfit had been neatly laid out on the bed.

"I realized you don’t have much to wear here, so I rummaged through the walk-in closet," Jania said casually, standing by the dresser. "Turns out Master Lyle had some clothes brought for you."

Eira blinked, startled. "He had clothes brought for me? When?"

"Uh... the first time you slept here," Jania admitted, glancing away. "He even had them customized."

Eira’s eyes widened, a spark of excitement lighting them up. "Customized?" She rushed to the bed, picking up the outfit—a trendy, chic ensemble consisting of baggy, wide-leg ripped pink jeans with frayed hems, a black short-sleeved crop top, white platform sneakers, and a pink varsity jacket.

Her grin widened as she held the pieces up. Her love for dressing up, buried under layers of her guarded personality, flared unexpectedly. She hurried to change, slipping into the outfit with ease before moving to the mirror.

She shrugged on the jacket, adjusting it before grabbing a comb to straighten her hair. She swept it into a low bun, neatly parting the front in the middle.

"You really love dolling yourself up, don’t you?" Jania teased, crossing her arms as she came to stand beside Eira.

Eira rolled her eyes playfully. "I’m not an old woman like you, Jania." She turned back to the mirror, her lips curving into a private smile. You should’ve seen me in my previous life.

Jania snorted, unfazed by the jab. "Old woman? Says the one obsessing over ripped jeans. Please. I could still outshine you on my worst day. But fine, I’ll admit the outfit suits you."

Eira smirked, tugging at her jacket as she turned on her heel. "It’s called having taste. Maybe I should teach you someday."

"Please. You couldn’t pay me to wear something that pink," Jania shot back, though her grin betrayed her amusement.

Eira turned to Jania, a sly grin playing on her lips. "Really? Is that a challenge? Because I doubt it." She said earning an eye roll from Jania.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that," Jania quipped, nudging her toward the door. "Now stop admiring yourself and come eat before breakfast gets cold."

The two walked down the hallway together, the mansion’s luxurious interiors glowing softly under the morning light. Eira glanced at Jania out of the corner of her eye, her expression softening.

"Hey," Eira began, her tone more subdued. "Thanks... for always looking out for me. I don’t say it enough."

Jania stopped, looking genuinely surprised for a moment before her lips curved into a warm smile. "Don’t get mushy on me now, Ephyra. But you’re welcome. I’ll always have your back, no matter what."

Eira smirked, masking the vulnerability of the moment. "Good. Because if you didn’t, I’d have to kick your ass."

Jania laughed, shaking her head as they resumed their walk. "Sure you would."

When they entered the dining room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries greeted them. The table was laden with an assortment of breakfast dishes—fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and a variety of fruits.

Eira’s stomach growled audibly, drawing a chuckle from Jania. "Sounds like someone’s ready to dig in."

"I’m starving," Eira admitted, pulling out a chair and sitting down. She reached for a plate and began piling on food, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the spread.

As they ate, Jania leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee. "So, what’s the plan after the exam? And after you’re done ruining the Allen’s and the Lathams."

Eira paused mid-bite, her expression thoughtful. "College, I guess?"

"And have you thought of a major? Art is one of your subjects, right?" Jania asked, raising a brow as she sipped her coffee.

Eira snorted, shaking her head. "Not a chance. I’m terrible at anything creative. The last art project we had? Cyran did all the drawing while I just assisted. Barely."

Jania leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Then what are you going to do in college? Do you even know what you’re good at?"

Eira hesitated, her fork pausing mid-air. Aside from assassinating vile, wealthy individuals? She thought, her lips twitching with irony.

Elmira’s voice echoed in her mind, a memory that stung with both humor and regret. "You’re so damn good at lying and acting, Eira. You should’ve gone to an acting school. You could’ve been a professional actress."

She had laughed back then, sarcastic and bitter. "Sure. While I do all the work, you’d laze around enjoying life, huh? We wouldn’t need to kill for a living. Fuck you, Elmira."

"Fuck you too," Elmira had retorted, their banter the closest thing they had to affection.

Eira’s lips curved faintly at the memory as she shrugged. "I was told I’m good at acting."

Jania tilted her head, her expression skeptical. "Acting? Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I’ve never seen you act," Jania said, narrowing her eyes playfully.

"Forget it," Eira said with a wave of her hand, her tone dismissive. "This conversation’s giving me a headache."

They finished breakfast and decided to stroll around the mansion, Jania giving Eira a mini-tour. Despite the luxurious surroundings, Eira’s thoughts drifted, lingering on both Jania’s probing questions and Lyle’s cryptic words from the night before.

When the tour ended, Eira excused herself. Just as she was about to leave, Jania called out.

"Ephyra, if you’re looking for Master Lyle, he’s probably in his study or his bedroom," she said casually, then added with a sly smile, "And if it’s bad, he’s on the top floor."

Eira stopped and turned, raising a brow. "How the hell do you know that? Was it that obvious?"

Jania smirked, her tone dripping with mock drama. "Darling Ephyra, it was more than obvious. Sorry." She broke into laughter.

Rolling her eyes, Eira continued up the stairs, flipping Jania off as she went.

Standing in front of the study, Eira hesitated, her hand hovering near the door. Her expression turned contemplative as she took a step back, debating her next move. For a moment, she paced, hoping Lyle might come out and spare her the decision.

After nearly a minute of internal debate, she sighed and walked away. But just as she took a few steps, she stopped and shook her head. No, I just want to see if he’s back to normal. That’s it.

Turning back, she made her way to the study door. Before she could knock, she collided with something solid, the impact sending her flailing backward. An arm shot out, wrapping around her waist and steadying her before she could hit the ground.

Eira’s hands pressed instinctively against the hard chest in front of her. Looking up, she found herself face-to-face with Lyle, his unreadable gaze fixed on her.

Her breath hitched as she stared into his violet eyes, her mind scrambling for words. Damn it. Why does he always look like he knows everything?

"Hey, it seems that you are back to normal."

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