Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 201: Delusional

Nathan paused, sensing Miss Dawn’s meaning beneath her calm tone. He gave a soft sigh and smiled.

"Of course. If he’s not asking for a reward, that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t receive one. I’ll have twenty villas transferred under Adam Waters’ name—fully furnished.

And five cars as well. Top line. Also, the metal supply his company needs—cut down to half price for the next three years."

Miss Dawn nodded, satisfied. "That sounds fair. He deserves at least that much."

Nathan’s mouth twitched, half amused and half exasperated by her subtle nudge. Then he turned toward Luna, his face turning more serious.

"I’m sorry," he said softly. "I almost married you to the wrong man, and I didn’t even look deeper into things. I let lies cloud my judgment."

Luna only gave him a small, tired smile. "It’s alright, Father. I’m just glad the truth came out in time."

But Aurora, still standing quietly with her veil hiding most of her face, noticed the sadness behind Luna’s eyes. Her smile didn’t reach her heart.

She stepped closer to Nathan. "I think Luna needs to rest for now. It’s been an emotional day."

Nathan looked at his daughter, then nodded. "You’re right. Thank you again, Miss Dawn."

Then, turning to the guests, he raised his voice.

"Everyone, you’re welcome to stay for dinner before you leave. Please, enjoy yourselves."

The crowd began to scatter toward the dining area, soft music playing in the background as servers moved around with trays of food and drinks.

Aurora sat down at the long table, her movements elegant and calm, picking up her fork and starting on her dinner.

But barely two bites in, she noticed Luna pulling out the chair beside her and sitting down.

Luna’s expression was softer now, more curious than tense.

"So, Miss Dawn," she said, her voice gentle, "do you like painting? Or maybe reading? What are your hobbies?"

Aurora blinked, surprised by the sudden shift. "Hmm... reading, mostly. A little calligraphy when I have time."

Luna smiled slightly. "That sounds nice. I used to listen to audiobooks a lot."

Aurora nodded slowly. "That’s a good way to experience stories."

There was a short pause.

Then Luna glanced down at her plate, her fingers tracing the rim gently.

"Adam Waters," she began quietly, "do you know if he’s married?"

Aurora’s hand stilled, her fork hovering mid-air. She looked up at Luna, her expression unreadable behind the veil.

"...Yes," she said after a moment. "He is. His wife’s name is Mary. They’ve been together a long time."

Luna’s lips parted slightly. "Are they... happy?"

Aurora’s gaze flicked toward her before turning back to her food.

"He loves her deeply. Mary was his first love. Their bond is strong."

Luna’s shoulders sank. Her face turned pale, and she lowered her gaze.

"Oh," she whispered, then gave a shaky laugh. "Of course. That makes sense."

Aurora noticed the bitterness in her voice.

"You’re very beautiful," she said softly, changing the topic. "Young and elegant. Any man would be drawn to you."

But Luna gave her a sad smile.

"What good is beauty when I’ll never see it?"

Aurora didn’t answer right away. She placed her fork down gently, then spoke in a calm, even tone.

"True beauty isn’t what’s reflected in a mirror. It’s how you make people feel. It’s what they remember when they hear your voice or think about your kindness. And that... you have in abundance."

Luna’s fingers tightened around her napkin, her eyes shimmering slightly.

"...You really think so?"

Aurora nodded slowly. "I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it."

There was a long pause, then Luna’s shoulders relaxed a little.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For that. And for everything."

Aurora gave a tiny smile under her veil.

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As the evening wound down, Aurora quietly rose from her seat.

Most of the guests were still enjoying the dinner, their laughter echoing through the ornate halls, but her appetite had long since faded.

The conversation with Luna had tugged at something deep inside her—empathy, maybe, or a quiet sadness she couldn’t quite place.

She moved with grace through the crowd, nodding politely to those who greeted her, her black veil still draped over her face like a curtain of mystery.

Just as she was about to step through the wide archway leading to the garden exit, a sudden figure darted out from behind a marble column.

Thump.

The impact was light, but enough to throw Aurora slightly off balance.

The young man who had run into her stumbled dramatically, falling to the ground as if he’d been shoved by an invisible force.

He groaned as he sat on the polished floor, clutching his elbow with a wince.

Aurora blinked down at him, her expression flat.

"...Are you alright?" she asked, voice cool.

The young man looked up slowly—and Aurora froze.

He had an unreasonably beautiful face.

Delicate, almost feminine features, pale skin like porcelain, and big, expressive eyes filled with what looked like manufactured tears.

His reddish lips quivered as he looked at her.

"Miss Dawn..." he whispered, gasping like she’d just saved his life. "I... I knew it."

Aurora tilted her head slightly. "Knew what?"

"That you liked me," he declared dramatically, staggering to his feet with flair.

"You don’t have to hide it anymore. I understand. That little bump just now... It wasn’t an accident, was it?"

Aurora blinked, stunned for half a second. "...Excuse me?"

"It’s alright," he said, stepping closer with a hand placed delicately over his chest, eyes shining with exaggerated emotion.

"You saw me. You couldn’t resist. You had to find a way to talk to me. So you made me fall for you—literally. It’s okay. I’m not judging you."

Aurora’s eye twitched. "You ran into me."

The young man gave a haughty toss of his head, flipping his silky brown hair like he was in a shampoo commercial.

"You don’t have to pretend to be innocent, Miss Dawn. I know how powerful women like you operate. One moment it’s ’Oh no, you fell,’ and the next it’s dinner invitations and private jets."

"I don’t even know who you are," Aurora said flatly.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, as though she had just confessed her love.

"You’re trying to get to know me! This is all part of your CEO seduction strategy, isn’t it?"

"I—what?"

"You saw me," he said, now pacing dramatically in front of her like he was acting out a tragic play.

"An innocent, charming young man just trying to live a simple life, and you thought, ’Ah, I must have him!’"

Aurora stared at him, torn between bafflement and fury. "I think you hit your head when you fell." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

But he was already on another tangent, pointing at her accusingly.

"You powerful women always think you can have whatever you want! Just because you wear expensive heels and make people bow doesn’t mean you can make me submit!"

"...I wasn’t trying to—"

He gasped, covering his mouth. "Oh my god. Did you just say you want me to submit? Miss Dawn, please! I’m not that kind of man!"

"I didn’t say that!" Aurora snapped, her composure finally cracking.

He leaned in dramatically, lowering his voice as if delivering a scandalous secret.

"So you do want me. I knew it. But I’m sorry... I’m not easy prey. Just because you’re gorgeous and mysterious and probably super rich doesn’t mean I’ll fall for your domineering charm."

"Domineering charm?!" Aurora’s hands clenched at her sides.

"You bumped into me, and then started making up nonsense in your head!"

"Oh," he said, his voice trembling as he clutched his chest again.

"So now you’re going to deny your feelings? Hurt me with cold words so I’ll go away? Well, it won’t work, Miss Dawn.

Because I’m used to heartbreak. I’ve been admired by many powerful women before. You’re not the first!"

Aurora took a long, deep breath.

The boy wasn’t just ridiculous. He was completely delusional.

People were starting to glance their way now, curious about the raised voices. Aurora turned her face slightly, shielding herself behind the veil as she whispered sharply.

"You’re causing a scene. Step aside."

But he stood there, hands on his hips like a scorned lover in a cheap drama.

"Oh, you want to run now, huh? Afraid of how deeply you feel for me?"

Aurora gave up.

With a graceful swirl of her long coat, she turned and stalked away without another word.

She stormed past the garden hedges and out of view, muttering under her breath, "Why do I even leave the house anymore?"

Back in the hall, the young man pouted and dusted off his sleeves, then turned to a nearby waiter and sighed.

"She’s obsessed with me. I can feel it."

The waiter stared at him and asked,

"Aren’t you afraid she would ban you?"

"What? You mean to say she might imprison me?" The young man gasped.

Crowd: "..." Man...he truly has talent for acting.

Waiter: "..." You’re delusional...you’re delusional.