Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl (Pearl and Richard) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 

“Richard, Abby is just being lovely. My love for her since she was a child hasn’t gone to waste.” Susan glared at Richard and patted Abby’s hand. “Look, Abby is so well-mannered now. Do you want to consider dating 

her…” 

“Oh, please don’t say that…” Abby blushed, nudging Susan gently. 

Richard chose to remain silent, a response that seemed most fitting. 

Abby found herself in an awkward spot because of Richard’s silence, so she withdrew her arm. “Richard doesn’t have feelings for me now, so there’s no need to force it. I don’t want it to look like I’m pressuring 

him.” 

“Nonsense. Your mother and I had an agreement that the two of you would get married. You grew up together, so how could he not have feelings for you?” Susan reassured Abby, worried that Richard might 

have hurt her. 

Richard finally spoke up, “I’m seeing someone.” 

Pearl froze, her fork hung in midair. 

“You’re seeing someone? Who? Not Pearl, I hope?” 

Richard nodded. “You’re right. It’s her.” 

Abby chuckled awkwardly. “Oh, really?” 

“You’re not allowed to have feelings for her,” Susan blurted. 

Richard didn’t understand, so he turned and looked at her curiously. “Why not?” 

“Because I said so, Rick. Even if you don’t have feelings for Abby, you’re still not allowed to have feelings for Pearl.” Susan sounded very serious, as if she knew a secret she couldn’t tell anyone about. 

Everyone fell silent. 

The meal seemed tasteless, so after quickly eating, everyone returned to their rooms. 

Abby decided to stay for the night and leave the following day because it was late. 

Susan entered Richard’s room, carrying a glass of warm milk, and knocked on the door before entering. 

“Rick, I have something to tell you,” she said as she placed the glass on the table. 

Richard knew what she was going to say, so he asked, “What is it?” 

“I don’t want you to be with Pearl because…” Susan sighed, and her thoughts wandered. “Did you know that your father, when he was young, had his first love…” 

“What does this have to do with Pearl?” 

She hesitated, then continued, “Your dad’s first love was Pearl’s mother! The person you’re seeing might be your sister!” 

“That’s impossible!” Richard thought it was ridiculous. 

Susan scoffed. “Why is it impossible? Pearl has your dad’s personality. You should know that when I was pregnant with Hanzel, your dad disappeared for half a year, and no one knew what happened during that time. Look at Pearl. She’s the same age as Hanzel!” 

“That doesn’t prove she’s Dad’s child.” Richard found the notion so absurd that he couldn’t take it seriously. 

Susan sounded like she was about to cry. “I only found out half a year into our marriage that there was a woman your dad loved with all his heart. I was already pregnant with you at that time, so I stayed instead of getting a divorce. Did you know?” 

Richard patted her back to calm her down. “Don’t get too worked up. This might all be a misunderstanding.” 

“Misunderstanding? Why would your dad be so nice to Pearl if not for this reason? Do you have an explanation?” 

“Dad and Pearl’s dad are best friends. It would be normal for him to want to protect her too.” 

“Alright, I won’t try to convince you, but remember, Pearl isn’t a good match for you,” Susan advised. “Rick, I only have your best interests at heart. The girls I approve of will always be cream of the crop. You should 

understand…” 

“Okay, Mom, let me make that decision.” 

Richard wasn’t easily fooled. Despite Susan’s serious tone, he still had his reservations. He sent his mother 

out. 

“Don’t forget to finish the milk. It’s getting cold,” Susan reminded him before returning to her room. 

Richard made his way back to the table, picked up the cup, and downed the milk. Then, he prepared to sleep. 

As he lay down in bed, he felt his b*dy heat up. He lowered the air conditioning temperature, but it didn’t help. Sleep eluded him as his mind filled with thoughts of Pearl: her captivating eyes, alluring l*ps, and a smile that could melt any heart. 

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself. What was he thinking? His mind was in turmoil when he suddenly heard 

the door handle turn. 

In the dimly lit room, he couldn’t see who it was, but he felt a cold hand on his face. Reacting quickly, he grabbed the wrist and, with his remaining consciousness, asked, “Who are you?” 

In the faint light, he could make out that it was a woman. The only person who would enter his room at this hour would be…