New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World
Chapter 119: PLEASE, DADDY

Chapter 119: PLEASE, DADDY

"Oh my god, Mama, these clothes look so good on you!" Aristia praised truthfully.

"Are you sure?" Catherine asked tentatively, looking down at the clothes on her body. They felt so foreign.

Aristia bobbed her head. "Of course, of course. They’re very beautiful on you!"

She wasn’t exaggerating.

Catherine would have passed off for a model by just wearing simple clothes.

The long sleeved shirt and trouser she wore fit her perfect physique perfectly and enunciated her curves even though it wasn’t tight, and the ribbon she used to tie her hair up gave her a sexy, fresh, youthful vibe.

If it were the modern world, Catherine would have passed off for a vibrant, single young lady. No one would believe she already had two kids with one already five years old.

[If I wake up and see her dressed like that, I’d think it’s the modern world.] Aristia thought.

Wilson’s eyes darkened on seeing Catherine.

"No."

"Eh?" The cheerful expression on Aristia’s face froze and she asked in confusion, turning to look at her father. What did he mean by no?

"You’re not wearing that." Wilson said, eyes glued on Catherine.

"Wha—? But they fit so we’ll!" Aristia protested, shooting Wilson a look of disbelief.

That was the point, Wilson thought. They fit so we’ll. If this was how these clothes would be on his wife, then he didn’t want her wearing them.

Just by merely looking at her, he felt like undressing her and taking her to bed. He didn’t want other men’s lecherous gazes on his wife. His face hardened at the thought.

"Papa!" Aristia whined.

But Wilson ignored her, bent on his decision and refusing to change his mind.

Catherine wanted to agree with him. Since her husband had decided, she would go along with it.

However, her gaze landed on the full-length mirror and her brows raised in surprise as she ran her eyes over the image in the mirror.

The clothes were foreign to her, but they weren’t bad. She was putting on tailor-made boots with fur lining its rim.

She had on simple silver earrings that left for her, she wouldn’t have worn as it wasn’t the usual large, sophisticated gold earrings worn by ladies in the aristocracy, but Aristia had chosen them so she went ahead with it.

She looked... different.

These clothes... they gave her a different look. But the thing was; she didn’t dislike how she looked.

She hummed to herself, examining her reflection on the mirror.

"But... I quite like this." She said.

At her words, Wilson’s head whipped towards her.

Catherine noticed his reaction and remembered that her husband was not in support of her putting on the clothes. She’d have to let them go. A small sigh unconsciously slipped past her lips.

She turned to Aristia, knowing very well how Aristia had been so pleased with them matching, about to placate her daughter and give her reasons as to why she couldn’t wear the clothes, even though her heart was a bit unwilling.

However, before a word could leave her mouth, Aristia turned to Wilson.

"Papa~!" She whined, holding his sleeve and pulling it like a spoilt child. "I want to wear matching clothes with Mama."

Wilson kept his stoic look, saying plainly. "You can match with your dresses."

Aristia huffed. Wilson was too stubborn.

But she was twice as stubborn. She wasn’t about to give up after using her time and energy to design clothes for herself and her mother.

[And I can tell that mama likes these clothes. It’s just because papa doesn’t support her wearing them. If I can convince papa...]

"Daddy~" she jutted out her lower lip and blinked her eyes. "Please..."

Wilson was a bit stunned at the uncommon title. He looked down at her and almost couldn’t resist agreeing, but one glance at Catherine and the thought of other men seeing her like that and having other thoughts about her and he hardened his mind.

"Well only wear it within the mansion. Please, daddy. Please, daddy. Pretty please, daddy." Aristia almost gagged on the inside because of her act.

As an adult, it was very awkward for her to act like this, but she had to remind herself that she was a child now. She could act cringe and it wouldn’t seem weird.

So she put more energy into her begging.

Alaric wanted to support her so he joined in too, going to Wilson’s other side and tugging at his clothes.

"Please daddy, please daddy, please daddy."

Catherine turned a bit hopeful. She also looked at Wilson.

With a deep breath, she too turned to Wilson and tugged at his shirt.

"Please daddy~"

Three heads snapped towards her and there was silence for more than a few minutes.

"..."

"..."

"...!"

Catherine stared back at all of them.

[What the fuck was that?!" Aristia thought incredulously. Her gaze shifted to Wilson before shifting back. [I don’t even want to look at him right now.]

So she moved her eyes away immediately, looking around her parents’ room instead like it was her first time being there.

Alaric was just confused as to why their mother also followed along to call their father daddy when he wasn’t her father.

Meanwhile, Wilson stared deeply at his wife, more than shocked.

Of course, he knew what that word meant, but why did it stir something else in him when it came out from his wife’s mouth?

Thinking about it sent a jolt of electricity straight to a party of his body. His throat bobbed uncontrollably and his body seemed to heat up.

Catherine shifted from where she stood, not understanding the reason for her husband’s heated gaze. Was it because she called him... daddy?

Her cheeks heated up. She didn’t know what had gotten into her. Why had she done that?! She met her husband’s gaze and quickly averted her eyes, not knowing what to do with the current situation.

Aristia pretended to clear her throat, snapping everyone out of the haze of silence that had enveloped them.

Wilson returned his attention to her, and said finally.

"... Alright."

"Yay!" The thought of the awkward tension Catherine’s words had caused moved to the back of Aristia’s mind. "You’re the best father ever!"

Wilson chuckled at her words, shaking his head at her attitude. He couldn’t believe his children and wife had collectively ganged up on him just to get him to change his mind.

"Then let’s keep trying on more clothes!" Aristia said.

With a nod, Catherine moved to the dressing room with another outfit in her hands, silently eager to put them on.

After trying on the clothes, Aristia left for the drawing room, holding a bundle in her hand.

Vasily Hemsworth was just in the process of sitting down when she arrived and looked up when she saw Aristia.

A smile formed on her face.

"Princess Aristia," she stood up and curtsied lightly.

"Viscountess Vasily," Aristia attempted a curtsey with a bundle in one hand.

Vasily’s eyes shone with curiosity, wondering what Aristia was holding in her hand.

Aristia walked to the opposite couch and sat down.

She knowingly kept the wrapped bundle on the table between them, instead making casual talk.

"Did you go to the Vanilla Courtyard yesterday?"

Vasily moved her eyes away from the bundle to answer,

"I did."

"Oh. I attended the festival." Aristia said.

"You did?"

"Yes. I saw the firecrackers and everything." Aristia said. She was intentionally avoiding talking about what she had brought, spiking Vasily’s curiosity even more.

"I ate a lot of food last night. The capital is always full of activity during festivals." Now she was just babbling random stuff.

At a point, Vasily just resorted to humming, barely paying any attention to what she was saying.

When Vasily saw that Aristia wasn’t planning on saying anything about the wrapped bundle, she couldn’t take it any longer.

Finally, she said.

"Pardon the interruption, Princess Aristia. May I ask what that is?"

Aristia followed her gaze and hid her smirk.

"Oh, that..." She trailed off. "That’s just the clothes I told you about. Clothes similar to these ones I’m putting on."

She pointed downwards at herself slowly, watching how Vasily’s eyes followed her movement, drowning in Aristia’s outfit.

"So, that means..." Vasily trailed off.

"Yes," Aristia nodded. She leaned down and pushed the bundle of clothes on the table forward, closer to Vasily. "This is yours."

Vasily picked up the wrapped bundle. She would have to wait till she got home to try it on.

"...Thank you, princess." She said, expressing her gratitude to Aristia for thinking about her and making the clothes for her.

"It’s nothing, really. Have you seen my mother?" Aristia asked.

Vasily paused, stunned, as if she had forgotten that Catherine to would also wear the clothes.

Her heart burned with curiosity to see how Catherine, who was an adult, would look in the clothes.

She looked back at Aristia.

"I’ll have tea with her highness after our lessons."