Yes, Lady Funina!

Centered on this line, there is a spindle-shaped mark. The color of the spindle-shaped mark is significantly different from the color of the fabric, with the spindle shape being darker.

Clearly, this was Richard's previous masterpiece, and Lynette was even more embarrassed when she saw Richard staring at her, but with her hands being controlled, she couldn't do anything about it.

She then squeezed Richard's waist tightly with her thighs to express her dissatisfaction.

"Don't, don't look!" Lynette was so ashamed and indignant that she turned her head to the side, not daring to look at Richard again.

Richard knew the gravity of the situation; if things continued this way, things might go awry.

So he took the initiative to help her take off her soaking wet clothes.

As we all know, wet clothes are uncomfortable to wear and can easily lead to catching a cold, and Richard certainly doesn't want his cat to catch a cold.

However, due to their position, the clothes were difficult to remove. With Richard blocking the way, they could only be pulled down to the back of her legs, and Lynette's shape changed from a 'W' to an 'M' that was more like a 'T'. That is, her thighs were completely closed, while her calves were in the opposite direction.

Lynette had never seen anything like this before, and she was completely flustered, but she dared not move for fear of affecting Richard.

Only the poor cat's tail, pinned down, swayed restlessly from side to side.

However, this unrest finally stopped after the gun was cocked.

Anyone pointed at with a gun will instinctively stiffen and dare not move.

Lynette's reaction was even more extreme. Not only did she dare not move, but she also closed her eyes and gripped the sheets tightly with her hands, which had been released at some point.

It's like a prisoner before execution, waiting for the gunshot to ring out and the bullet to enter their body.

Although no shots have been fired, the chamber is in excellent condition, and the gun oil has been applied long ago. It is foreseeable that the entire process, from the moment the bullet enters the chamber until it is fired, will be extremely smooth.

However, precisely because it is a new gun, the diaphragm needs to be broken before firing. This process requires some effort and may damage part of the barrel, causing wear and tear on the gun body.

But there's no way around it; it's a necessary part of the process, a necessary sacrifice that no gun can avoid.

Richard, being a seasoned shooter, was well aware of this, and he could only rely on his experience to minimize the damage.

With a 'thud' sound, the bullet was inserted into the chamber, and as the bullet advanced, the diaphragm was stretched and ruptured.

To ensure the gun can fire, this process needs to be repeated continuously.

Of course, the moment the bullet is chambered, the gun is already a complete gun.

Chapter 240 HerelsArlecchino

Arecino, who was outside the door, heard the commotion inside gradually subside and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

To be honest, Arecino has done eavesdropping before.

In the past, when carrying out missions, it was not uncommon to encounter situations where the mission targets were having intercourse.

But when the focus is on Richard, it's a different experience for Arecino.

After all, when she was eavesdropping, the other party had no connection with her; if anything, they were just prey and hunter.

Richard was different. Their relationship was not that of prey and hunter. After all, Arecino had never had the habit of riding her prey or letting her prey ride her.

Adding to the exhilarating battle she had just fought before coming here, the familiar images immediately came to mind just from hearing the sounds.

She could even faintly smell the surging hormones, and this inexplicable feeling made her feel restless all over.

Although I can still control myself, it's just so uncomfortable.

Just like a hangnail on your finger, you might say it hurts, but it doesn't really hurt that much. But if you say it doesn't hurt, the occasional sharp pain is actually worse than constant pain.

Arecino felt something similar, except that instead of pain, she felt a kind of impulse.

It's hard to say how strong this impulse was, after all, her legs were still weak. Richard hadn't held back that morning, and in terms of physical exertion, it far exceeded the previous times for Arecino.

Even so, the faint, seductive sounds inside the room still gave Arecino the urge to push open the door and join in.

Joining midway through is definitely out of the question; Aregino still carries some of the burden of being Lynette's [father].

Eavesdropping is already going too far, but to interfere in Lynette's coming-of-age ceremony is just unbecoming of a father.

However, Arecino was quite looking forward to seeing Lynette sitting on the living room sofa when she came out of the room.

Surprise, panic, and existential doubt?

No matter which one appears on Lynette's usually calm and collected face, it will produce good entertainment value.

However, to Arecino's surprise, just a few minutes after the noise inside the house subsided, a new round of noise began.

Arecino looked bewildered. What was Richard doing? And what was Lynette doing?

It's been an hour! This is the first time!

Can you handle it?!

Listening to the sounds inside, Arecino's expression gradually returned to calm. She poured herself a cup of now-cold black tea and drank it silently.

Trying to calm the restlessness in my body by drinking tea, while also expelling the 'noisy' sounds around me and the 'complex' thoughts in my mind.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe half an hour, or maybe 45 minutes.

In short, just as Arecino was about to leave, the noise inside finally stopped.

It's over.

Arecino felt a sense of relief for no reason. Luckily, she was wearing a dress today, which was quite cool. If she had worn the same dress as before, she probably would have been soaked through.

Don't get me wrong, this refers to sweat.

Of course, listening to cats meowing in heat for nearly two hours also had an effect on Arecino; the dampness buff probably did apply to her as well.

Before arriving, Arecino didn't think anything of it, but after arriving, she realized that because she had left in a hurry, she had only taken a quick shower and changed her clothes. Her body was clean on the outside, but not inside.

Some of the residue was absorbed by the inner wall, while the rest turned into water...flowed out, and after mixing together, Arecino couldn't tell whether she had come out of the water or the water had always been there.

After a while of lost in thought, about five minutes later, voices came from inside the house. It seemed that Richard wanted to persuade her to stay, but Lynette was determined not to stay any longer.

"Click." The sound of the door lock turning rang out.

Along with this came Lynette's weak voice, tinged with lingering fear.

"I'm going to take a shower."

After all, it's an apartment, unlike a villa or a large residence where the bedroom has a separate bathroom. Her apartment only has one bathroom that is connected to the living room.

Richard was still unable to stop Lynette's determination to avoid battle. Clearly, Lynette took Richard's attempt to persuade her to stay as a signal that the war was about to resume.

Regardless of whether Richard truly meant it, Lynette dared not gamble on the possibility.

She had initially thought Clarinde's account was an exaggeration, but when she actually experienced it firsthand, she realized it was a work of fiction.

No, she definitely can't do it today.

To use a common analogy, Lynette's situation is like a newly hired junior employee being asked by the boss to do the work that several senior employees should be doing.

Who can bear this?

Lynette, clutching the new lingerie she'd taken from the closet and covering her chest to conceal her ample bosom, limped as she opened the door.

Then...

Her gaze met Arecino's. *Thump.* That was the sound of the door closing. *Click.* That was the sound of the door opening.

Seemingly confirming that she hadn't misread anything, Lynette slammed the door shut, her face, still flushed, now filled with terror.

Did she see it wrong?

[Father] ...How come Arecino is in her own house?

When did you come?

How long have you been here?

Even with Lynette's high-performance brain, it was on the verge of crashing. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Arecino, and then suddenly accelerated to an unbelievable degree.

It looked like it was about to burst out of his chest!

Lynette's mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what to do. Seeing Richard leaning against the bed, she cast a probing look at him.

Does it mean: Did you know she was coming?

Richard definitely knew Arecino was here! Lynette was absolutely certain that Richard's earlier attempts to persuade her to stay had now been pieced together by Lynette.

The reason he wanted to lie down a little longer wasn't because he wanted to, but because she was outside.

Lynette was at a loss for words, leaning against the door, her calves visibly trembling.

Half of it was from being scared, and the other half was from being exhausted.

Because of standing like this for so long,

The water inevitably flowed down the ditch.

In a sense, they are father and daughter wearing matching items.

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

Lynette shuddered. At that moment, her expression resembled that of the female protagonist being cornered at the door by Johnny, a mixture of terror and indescribable despair.

Seeing this, Richard had no choice but to ask Lynette to step aside, patted her head to comfort her, and then opened the door.

Sure enough, Arecino stood calmly at the door with her arms crossed.

Chapter 241 Harmony in the Harem

Having cleaned herself up, changed into clean clothes, and put away her tattered secretary outfit, Lynette sat opposite Arecino and mustered her courage to ask:

"Why...why is Father here?"

Sitting opposite Lynette, Arecino showed no remorse for trespassing, leisurely sipping the hot tea Lynette had served her. Upon hearing Lynette's words, she put down her teacup and said:

"Of course it's because of you."

“Me?” Linette pointed to herself. If she could, she really didn’t want Arecino to care about her so much.

Especially at such an awkward moment.

According to the original plan, she should have already taken a shower, changed into her pajamas, and was happily resting in Richard's arms, instead of serving tea to the first wife like a newlywed bride.

Especially since that first wife was the elder who raised her.

“Yes, I finally managed to squeeze out a day for a ‘medical visit,’ but somehow it was cut in half, so naturally I had to come and get checked out,” Arecino said meaningfully.

Lynette looked somewhat unnatural; she was indeed in the wrong. In a sense, she had snatched food from a tiger's mouth, and it was food that belonged to her father.

It should be noted that within the House of Hearths, the concept of hierarchy is ingrained in the very bones of every member.

Although Lynette is no longer strictly speaking a member of the House of Hearth, she still feels like a mouse seeing a cat when she faces Arecino.

Not to mention that she also stole a whole half-day from Richard, turning a full day into half a day.

Based on this alone, even if Alejandro causes trouble for Lynette, Lynette won't be able to refute it.

Of course, Arecino wasn't there to cause trouble for Lynette. She was in a pretty good mood, after all, she was quite pleased with Lynette's 'ghostly' expression earlier.

If Lynette had come out of the room sooner instead of being allowed to eavesdrop for almost two hours, she might have been more satisfied.

"It seems you've made your choice, Lynette." Arecino didn't think much of it when Lynette didn't reply.

"Yes,

"Father," Lynette said, slightly relieved that Arecino didn't seem inclined to pursue the matter.

“Now that you’ve made your choice, there’s no need to call me ‘father’ anymore.” Arecino waved her hand, glancing sideways at Richard, who was accompanying her.

"That will only excite someone more."

Richard: ...

Will...will it?

Richard was a little unsure. He imagined the scene: Alegino lying on the left side of the bed, Lynette lying on the right side, and Richard in the middle looking at both sides.

When Lynette couldn't take it anymore and sought help, she called out to Arecino (Father), and then the 'father and daughter' suffered together.

Hiss... Richard gasped, having done his part to warm up Fontainebleau.

It seems this is indeed a path he never envisioned.

But then again, why would you, Arecino, think of this?

Could it be that you actually also...?