Chapter 278: Uninvited guest [2]

A tall, striking woman emerged, her blonde hair fluttering in the wind and she was wearing a sexy cloth, revealing her deep cleavage.

Her heels clicked against the lowered ramp as she descended with elegance, and with a wide smile, she spread her arms out dramatically.

"Darlingggggg~~~!"

Looking at the woman, Brandon smiled dryly "Florence...?"

Dhayun blinked rapidly and her jaw tightened as she glanced from Brandon to the dazzling woman before them ’The matriarch of Bleaufort house?’

"MOM?" Eira’s eyes widened, while Yverine raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Florence’s smile brightened even further at his dry tone.

She swayed a little as she walked toward him.

But before she got too close, she turned her head slightly, lifting her hand elegantly toward the cockpit.

"You can leave," she said to the pilot inside.

The woman in uniform at the controls gave a crisp nod "Yes, Lady Florence."

Florence flipped her hair back with one hand as she walked toward Brandon.

"Well, well, well... Did you miss me, darling?"

Brandon could only sigh, brushing his fingers through his messy hair as the breeze settled "...Florence."

He barely had time to say her name before she closed the distance, her heels sinking into the soft grass as she stepped forward and threw her arms around him.

Brandon instinctively caught her, holding her close.

"I’m surprised you’re here," he murmured against her hair, still catching the faint scent of her perfume.

Florence leaned back just enough to look up at him and she gently patted his cheek "I wanted to come see you yesterday, darling, after I heard what happened in the rupture."

Her tone softened for just a moment, "But it was a hectic day yesterday. Today, as soon as I had a moment to breathe, I flew here without hesitation."

"Eira shared your new home’s location."

Brandon gave a slow nod "I see..."

She pressed her chest forward just a little, standing straighter, and asked teasingly, "Also, how is my dress, dear? You haven’t said a word about it yet."

Brandon’s gaze flickered down and the deep plunge of her dress showed her breasts cleavage, the curve of her figure accentuated perfectly.

He exhaled through and muttered, "You look stunning... reminds me of the party we went to that day..."

Her lips curved into a pleased smile, and she let out a giggle.

She tapped his chest lightly with her fingertips "Ohhh, you love that party dress, don’t you? I remember how you kept glancing at me all night."

Brandon chuckled in embarrassment upon hearing this "You’re beautiful in anything, Florence. Not just that party dress."

"Hmm..." That earned him a delighted hum as she leaned a little closer, brushing her fingers along his collar as if to straighten it.

Meanwhile, Dhayun, who had quietly been standing beside them the whole time, was totally confused.

Her eyes darted between the two, ’Wait... wait... isn’t she his mother-in-law? Why are they... flirting? Hugging like that?’

Eira quickly walked to Florence’s side and gave her ass a strong slap.

"Ang~" Florence jolted with a playful yelp and arched her back a little as her hand flew to her curvaceous hip.

Turning, she pouted at her daughter "Dear, really? Is that how you greet your loving mother? By trying to spank me in front of everyone?"

Her blonde hair fluttered with the wind as she dramatically rubbed the spot where Eira had slapped her.

Eira, on the other hand, looked like she was about to explode "Don’t play dumb with me, bitch. Why are you here?"

Florence swayed back into Brandon’s arms and buried herself against his chest, inhaling his scent shamelessly "Brandon, look at this," she said with a soft whimper, tilting her head up so he could see her pout.

"I just arrived, all the way here for you, and I’m already being bullied by my own daughter. How cruel is that?"

Brandon, caught in the middle, stiffened slightly, unsure where to place his hands.

One hovered awkwardly at Florence’s back, the other scratching the side of his temple "Uh... Florence..." he muttered, feeling Eira’s glare burning through him.

Eira’s lips twitched furiously. "Don’t act innocent, I only gave you this address so you would stop pestering me every single day about it." she said, pointing at her mother.

"I thought it would shut you up, not make you show up uninvited in your... your..." she gestured wildly at the plunging neckline of Florence’s dress, "...stripper outfit."

Florence gasped dramatically, lifting her chest higher to show her cleavage even more "Excuse me, this is a designer dress,"

"I wore it especially for Brandon. And look.. he hasn’t taken his eyes off me since I arrived. Isn’t that right, darling?"

She glanced at Brandon’s, daring him to answer.

He quickly looked away, coughing into his fist "...It’s, uh, definitely eye catching,"

Florence’s lips curved into a triumphant smile. "See?" she muttered, pressing closer into him. "He appreciates it."

She reached up and cupped Brandon’s cheek with one hand, tilting his face back toward her. "Now, my darling, aren’t you going to say you missed me? Or must I punish you for making me wait this long to see you again?"

"Punish?" Eira growled, stomping forward. "Mom, I swear-"

But Florence only laughed, "Oh, don’t be so jealous, dear. I am not stealing your boyfriend. Your mother just wants to spend a little time with her favorite boy."

Brandon smiled dryly and muttered "Let’s all go inside first."

Meanwhile, Elize and Ravene are standing beside the door, looking at the banter happening on the field.

Ravene’s gaze narrowed slightly "She is certainly bold..."

Elize glanced at Florence who was smiling happily "I don’t like how she touched Brandon."

Huh? Ravene blinked and glanced at Elize "You know already, Eira told us that her mother also loves Brandon... so I guess she is being very touchy. Also, she is a bit shameless."

Elize shook her head "It’s not that; the look in her eyes... It’s more than just romantic love."

She gripped her fingers "So, that’s how you want to play it, Florence Bleaufort?"

HUH? Ravene was totally confused "What are you saying, Elize?"

Elize didn’t mind her and glanced at Florence "I won’t lose to you."

-_- Ravene stared at her blankly "...What exactly are you fighting for?"

Glancing at Revene, Elize muttered "Something that matters to me the most... that ’motherly space’ in Brandon’s heart."

"Look at her, she is acting all coy with him, and from what I heard, she also spoils him a lot."

"I am sure she is trying to take that ’motherly space’ to herself. I won’t allow it. I am his mother."

Ravene’s lips parted slightly in disbelief, "...You can’t be serious."

"Elize, she’s Eira’s mother. Of course she’s going to treat him affectionately. Florence is just... eccentric. That’s all."

Elize’s expression didn’t soften "No, Ravene. You don’t understand. This isn’t just eccentricity. Look closely."

Her gaze locked onto Florence, "The way she leans into him, the way she pretends weakness just so Kael can comfort her... that’s not the behavior of a normal mother-in-law. She wants more than that. She wants the position that belongs to me."

Ravene blinked, "...Position? You’re talking like this is some kind of war."

Elize slowly shook her head, "For me, it is war."

Ravene folded her arms, unsure how to process the seriousness in her tone "You’re really going to compete with her? Over being Brandon’s... mother figure?"

Elize’s eyes narrowed with determination "Not compete... win. If she dares to intrude on that sacred place in his heart, I will fight her to the very end. Brandon doesn’t need another ’mother’ confusing him. He needs me."

Outside, Florence laughed again, brushing her blonde hair back as Brandon spoke softly to her, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside the house.

Ravene could only stare speechlessly and muttered under her breath, "...This family is insane. And bitch, you are insane too."

"Shut up. What? Do you also want to compete?"

H-Huh? Ravenne panicked and hurriedly raised her arms in surrender "No, I will stay just as his wife."