Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

"Shut up, Meyer!" Ophelia finally couldn't hold back and shouted, "Do you think you can act all high and mighty just because you beat my brother?"

Meyer chuckled smugly and said, "That's right! How does it feel? Surprised that your brother lost to me?"

Hearing this, Ophelia leaned in close to Meyer, speaking each word with intense momentum, "You pathetic woman, don't get cocky! Let me tell you, my brother is nothing to me, so just because you beat him doesn't mean you can act arrogant in front of me..."

Eric, overhearing this, glanced sideways and saw the "nothing" brother with a bitter expression but remaining silent, seemingly used to his sister's rebukes. Strange, Meyer had said Ophelia greatly admired her brother—could it be that foreign admiration works this way?

"So what?" Meyer snorted disdainfully, "Everyone stumbles on their path. Falling and getting back up is nothing to be ashamed of! The ridiculous thing is that a renowned European knight like you can't face reality and starts wailing when confronted with something you can't accept! Knowing you for so long, how did I only now realize how tasteless you are..."

"What?" Ophelia screeched, "Who's wailing? Who's tasteless? You..."

A few words quickly sparked a full-blown verbal war, with spit flying from the mouths of the two women like a Roman fountain! The wind howled and roared; even a paladin would likely flee in disarray.

Watching the fierce duel, Eric was dumbfounded and apprehensive. He never imagined that these "good friends" could be so "passionate" when together! Such fiery friendship was rarely seen even between Tan Ailing and Tang Feiyan!

From Merly, Eric had learned that Meyer was naturally gentle and quiet. However, for the sake of her family, she had to put on a mask, often presenting a cold and stern facade. Yet in front of Eric, Meyer was more relaxed and didn't put on an act. But this "crazy" side of her was something Eric had never seen in the past month!
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...It seems Meyer hasn't shown her true self to me entirely...

Eric felt a mix of emotions due to Meyer's behavior. However, he didn't feel that Meyer was treating him as an outsider, knowing that "confidants" aren't necessarily family.

...But are these two shrews really good friends? Is this how foreign friendship is supposed to be?

As the argument escalated, Eric grew slightly worried. He considered using a "water balloon spell" to help them cool down when he caught sight of the "nothing" brother smiling at him.

"Don't worry, they're always like this. It's their way of bonding!" Leotis said with a comical wink, acting like a "bad older brother." "Shouting strengthens lung capacity; fighting stretches the muscles and skin. It's good for their health. You should try it sometime!"

Lung capacity? Muscles and skin? Beneficial?

Eric frowned as he watched the pair of "good friends" who seemed to have deep-seated grudges.

Meyer pointed a finger at Ophelia, and Ophelia slapped it away. Ophelia pulled Meyer's hair, and Meyer pushed Ophelia, making her stagger.

Though the two beautiful women didn't use any fighting energy, relying solely on their physical instincts, their actions were fierce and ruthless. It was hard to believe that such behavior could deepen their friendship!

Eric turned to Leotis, disbelief written all over his face.

Leotis smiled awkwardly, nodded firmly, and emphasized, "Really! They love bickering like this. It's intense, but it's better than those 'good friends' who act all affectionate on the surface while plotting against each other behind the scenes, right?" With that, Leotis gave Eric a reassuring smile, then sat back on the sofa with his arms crossed, watching his sister and her friend's epic battle with a leisurely demeanor.

Seeing that Leotis seemed genuine, Eric relaxed and began watching Meyer and Ophelia's heated argument from an observer's perspective. Although still puzzled by this strange "friendship," he was no longer worried.

Spectators always hope to see results quickly; if the drama drags on too long, they become impatient.

So, after a while, Leotis, having seen similar unresolved scenes many times, protested loudly, "Ladies, how about the showdown? This dragging on is tiresome for everyone!"

The thunderous yelling abruptly stopped, and four "swords" shifted their targets. As the target, Leotis had none of the "fearlessness" of a knight, raising his hands high in surrender, saying, "Ladies, don't look at me. I didn't mean to disrupt your mood, but don't forget, there are others present too."

The two lovely heads turned angrily towards Eric, glaring at the innocent Leotis, who shrugged and said, "I'm fine, no need to stretch my muscles. Don't mind me, carry on!"

Unconsciously, two feminine laughs echoed. Meyer and Ophelia exchanged a glance, and then their laughter grew even louder.

"Your foster brother is quite interesting, Meyer," Ophelia remarked, giving her assessment of Eric.

"Interesting?" Meyer exclaimed dramatically, "Ophelia, what are you up to? Let me tell you, Eric is already married, so don't even think about it..."

Perhaps she had had enough, as Ophelia didn't argue with Meyer any further. She simply cast a sidelong glance at her and then turned to Eric with a friendly smile and an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry for earlier. I hope you weren't offended by my lack of decorum?"

Eric responded with a nonchalant smile, "I don't mind."

Eric's indifference made Ophelia pause for a moment, but she concealed it well, her sincere smile unwavering, "Even if you don't mind, I must apologize for my earlier behavior. I hope you can forgive me..."

At that moment, Ophelia appeared as the noble and elegant lady that matched her refined demeanor. Her earlier shrewish and fiery manner had indeed struck Eric as odd and uncomfortable. He couldn't tell if her current demeanor was her true self or just another mask...

Eric glanced at Meyer, who was grumbling due to Ophelia's words, and smiled, "Alright, I accept your apology."

"Thank you!" Ophelia bowed slightly with genuine sincerity, then glanced at Meyer, "Have you known each other for a long time?"

Eric shrugged and replied frankly, "About a little over a month."

Ophelia and Leotis exchanged surprised looks as if some unspoken message passed between them.

"Only a month, and she trusts you enough to joke around so freely?" Ophelia exclaimed in disbelief, "Meyer is notoriously difficult to get close to in the knight world. Not even the elders who watched her grow up see her smiling often, let alone revealing her true self! Even with me, who gets along well with her, it took over three months before she started opening up..."

Eric habitually shrugged, offering no further response.

Ophelia, clearly a person who digs for answers, turned her expectant gaze to Meyer when she got nothing from Eric.

Meyer initially didn't want to respond, but remembering she needed a favor from Ophelia later, she reluctantly said, "He's a good person..."

"Oh..." Ophelia found Meyer's simple words amusing and stifled her laughter, "How so?"

Indeed, how so?

Was it because he helped Merly achieve her dream of becoming a fashion designer? Or because he improved our family's ancestral battle technique, ensuring that we can produce holy knights in the future? Or because he arranged for someone to cure the hidden injuries I sustained from training...

Thinking about it, Eric had indeed done a lot of good...

However, Meyer didn't say any of this.

Even though Ophelia was her best friend to whom she could show her true self, Meyer wouldn't reveal that the Broumell family's battle technique had been patched. She wanted to keep this as a "secret weapon" to use at a critical moment for maximum effect...

So she could only say, "It's hard to explain how Eric is good. For me, his goodness is unique!"

"Unique?" Ophelia said with a knowing smile, "Meyer, I think something's off with you."

"What do you mean by off?" Meyer asked, puzzled.

"I think you're in love with your foster brother!"

Eric smiled indifferently, but Meyer's face turned bright red, and she exclaimed in shock, "Ophelia, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Ophelia blinked innocently, "I think your attitude towards your foster brother has gone beyond familial affection and is heading towards romantic interest."

Meyer felt a sudden panic and quickly changed the topic, "Stop talking about this. I have something I need your help with!"