CHAPTER 31: LICE’S HOUSE(PART-3)

Walking out of Lice’s room, Dapper headed to the living room, only to realize Mira hadn’t returned there.

’There must be some kind of security measures here, like cameras. I need to avoid acting suspicious.’ Dapper thought, placing his palm over his face as if he had forgotten something, then casually walked back up the stairs.

Climbing the staircase, he reached the hallway that led to all the rooms upstairs, then began strolling toward what he assumed was Mira’s room.

’I wonder if Mira still uses that room. They usually switch rooms every now and then,’ Dapper thought to himself, but he kept moving forward. It wasn’t strange for aristocrats to change rooms frequently as there were many rooms available and unused.

Reaching the door of the room he believed was Mira’s, Dapper knocked.

There was no immediate response, but he knocked again. Finally, a voice called out from inside.

"Lice, what do you want? Don’t tell me you came to beg for money!" the voice snapped.

’Wait, this isn’t Mira’s voice. That’s Aya.’ Dapper’s eyes widened. Aya was Lice’s older sister—the fourth child—born just before him. Out of all the girls Dapper had met, none seemed to hate his guts quite like Aya. He never knew what he’d done, but she simply didn’t like him. She was around twenty years old, only slightly older than Lice.

"This isn’t Lice. It’s Dapper."

"Dapper?" Aya repeated, sounding confused. Within seconds, she opened the door, her eyes locking with his. Just like Mira, she had jet-black hair and a striking resemblance to her, but she was much slimmer and looked younger. A round nose ring adorned her face.

"Oh, it’s you, Dapper. Why did you come to see me?" she asked in a slightly stern tone, folding her arms.

"I didn’t come to see you though. I thought this was Mira’s room—my bad. But since you’re here, I might as well greet you," Dapper replied sheepishly.

"I’m fine. What about you? Haven’t seen you in a while. I heard you got married to a rich aristocrat," Aya said, her expression blank.

"Oh, so you knew I was married and Mira didn’t?" Dapper muttered in surprise.

"Duh. I asked Lice and he told me. You landed a good woman with that pretty face of yours, huh."

"Haha, to think you’d even ask about me," Dapper laughed lightly.

"Don’t get it twisted. I only asked because I haven’t seen you in forever, so I thought you and my brother had fallen out," Aya retorted.

"I see... but you’re still as beautiful as ever, Aya—even if you hate my guts," Dapper said.

"Don’t try to flatter me."

"I’m not flattering you, haha. You really are beautiful. Anyway, can you show me Mira’s room?" Dapper asked.

"Over there," Aya said, pointing toward the third door further down from hers.

"Oh, thank you," Dapper nodded and began walking toward the door.

Aya stood by her doorway, staring at him with a confused look on her face, wondering if this really was the same guy she used to know.

’Is this really Dapper? He seems like a completely different person. He is more confident, more daring. He couldn’t even look me in the eyes back then. And it kinda feels like he got even more handsome,’ Aya thought, puzzled.

’I wonder what’s going on between him and Mira. That lewd woman never gives up. I bet she’s already planning to spread her legs for him.’

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Dapper knocked on Mira’s door.

"Who is there?" Her voice called from within.

"Dapper."

’Yes! She’s inside. I can’t use Pheromone Scent since I already used it on Mrs. Layla. This is going to be hard.’

Suddenly, the door opened, and Mira stepped out, still dressed in her camisole, her nipples visibly poking through the thin fabric. Dried patches of milk clung faintly around the area.

"What do you want, Dapper?" she asked, her arms crossed. There was a hint of annoyance on her face—not how she usually was.

"Sigh, at least let me come in. Let’s talk," Dapper said with a tired sigh.

"You’re married. Why would you want to talk in my room?" Mira snapped, still clearly irritated.

"Alright, I’m sorry for what happened back then. Can I come in now?"

Mira looked like she was hesitating, caught in her thoughts. Then, she nodded. "Come inside," she gestured, stepping aside.

Dapper entered. Her room was painted pink, with childish doodles on the walls. Framed pictures of Mira and her daughter were scattered across the space, but none showed a man—no trace of the baby’s father.

The baby was sleeping peacefully on the far end of the bed near the wall. Dapper sat gently on the edge, since the single couch in the room was cluttered with clothes. Mira sat on the bed too, a few feet away from him.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Mira asked directly.

"Don’t pretend like you don’t know why I’m here. How did it happen?" Dapper asked, gesturing at the baby on the bed.

Mira looked hesitant for a moment, then sighed. "It happened about a year ago. I went to a club, got drunk, and hooked up with a guy. One thing led to another, and... well, a few months later I found out I was pregnant. Everyone kept asking, and I told them the truth—I don’t even know the father. I don’t remember what he looks like. It’s... such a disgraceful thing to say," Mira murmured, rubbing her face with regret.

Suddenly, Dapper stood up and walked to the far side of the bed, standing above the sleeping baby.

’The easiest way to get a single mother is to pretend to care about the child. Do that, and you’ll practically have a remote to her pussy. Works ninety-nine percent of the time.’ Dapper mused darkly, a sly grin forming on his lips.

"Don’t regret your actions, Mira. Everything happens for a reason. Nina is a blessing. She’ll go far in life," Dapper said softly, gently caressing the baby’s head. Reacting to his touch, the baby gave a faint smile in her sleep.

"Dapper..." Mira whispered. She had expected mockery, maybe judgment—but he did the exact opposite. Her heart skipped a beat.

Dapper walked back over and sat beside her, taking her hands into his as he looked into her eyes.

"I care about you, Mira. No matter what mistakes you made, you’re still the same person to me," he whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

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[A/N: Some of you might not like the MC’s personality. But keep in mind, he’s not the goody-goody type. He’ll go to any length to get what he wants, but he’s kind in his own way.]