My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 164 - Troublemaker

164: Troublemaker

164: Troublemaker

Raelynn stood still, watching the man before her with a mixture of caution and curiosity.

Reinhart.

That was what he called himself.

He claimed to be Elion’s brother—something Raelynn had never even considered possible.

She had never once thought to ask if Elion had siblings, and Elion had never mentioned anything either.

Should she believe this man?

Her gut told her to be skeptical, but…

As her gaze drifted over his features, she had to admit—there was a resemblance.

The same striking eyes, sharp jawline, and an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance.

Still, what if he was lying?

How did he even get inside?

The manor was heavily guarded, making it nearly impossible for an outsider to enter.

Unless…

Unless he was some kind of ghost.

Or someone who could teleport.

Just as she was lost in thought, Reinhart stepped back slightly, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Well, now that you know who I am, how about that drink?” He grinned lazily as if expecting Raelynn to serve him.

Raelynn blinked.

Was he serious?

“Of course,” she replied smoothly.

“I’ll ask one of the maids to prepare something for you.”

Reinhart arched a brow, tilting his head.

“Oh?

So you’re not a maid?” His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity.

“I assumed you were, since you don’t dress like someone important.”

Reinhart let out an amused hum before sauntering back toward the chair he had previously occupied.

He lowered himself into it with the ease of someone who had absolutely no doubts about his place in the room—like he belonged there, like this was his home.

Raelynn watched him, resisting the urge to sigh.

This man surely treats this place like his own.

He draped one arm over the back of the chair, his posture completely relaxed.

“So, if you’re not a maid,” he mused, tapping a finger against his knee, “what exactly are you?”

Raelynn folded her arms, not particularly eager to explain herself to him.

“That’s not really your business, is it?”

Reinhart chuckled.

“Feisty.

I like that.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“Ah, but I took it as one,” he countered, grinning.

Raelynn bit back a sigh, keeping her expression neutral.

This guy is annoying.

Before she could reply, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall.

Hera entered, about to speak when—

Reinhart suddenly stood up, swiftly crossing the space between them.

“Hera,” he murmured, lifting her hand with a slow, deliberate motion.

His voice carried a strange, almost fond longing.

Raelynn watched as Reinhart reached for Hera’s hand, his movements unhurried, almost reverent.

His fingers brushed against hers, holding them lightly, but there was an unmistakable weight in his gaze.

Hera, however, refused to meet his eyes.

She kept her expression calm, her posture poised, but there was a stiffness in the way her shoulders tensed ever so slightly.

Reinhart tilted his head, a slow smirk forming as he studied her reaction.

“Still avoiding me, huh?” His voice was smooth, but there was something else beneath it—something softer, unreadable.

Hera remained silent, her gaze fixed somewhere over his shoulder.

Raelynn, standing off to the side, felt like an outsider in a moment she didn’t fully understand. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

She wasn’t sure what kind of history lay between them, but it was clear Reinhart wasn’t just teasing Hera for the fun of it.

There was something deeper there.

Even as Hera pulled her hand back, Reinhart didn’t stop looking at her.

It was as if he was memorizing every small reaction, every flicker of emotion she tried to hide.

“You’re as beautiful as ever,” he murmured, but his smirk lacked its usual playfulness.

Hera’s eyes widened in alarm.

But before she could react—

Raelynn stepped forward and smacked his hand away.

Reinhart blinked at her, amused.

“No need to be jealous,” he teased, his golden eyes flicking between her and Hera.

“I’m not,” Raelynn said flatly, moving between them.

“But Hera doesn’t look comfortable.”

Reinhart let out a mock gasp.

“And what does that have to do with you?”

Raelynn crossed her arms, unflinching.

“Because Hera is my maid.

If something makes her uncomfortable, it’s my responsibility to protect her.”

Reinhart looked genuinely baffled.

“Wait, what?” He turned to Hera.

“You serve her?”

Hera nodded curtly.

“Mr.

Vaelorian tasked me with looking after Raelynn.”

Reinhart rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his gaze shifting back to Raelynn.

He took a step closer, tilting his head as if examining her under a magnifying glass.

Then, to her absolute confusion, he circled around her.

Left.

Right.

Even peering from behind.

“What are you doing?” Raelynn asked, resisting the urge to step away.

Reinhart squinted.

“Just checking if there’s something…

special about you.”

Raelynn rolled her eyes.

“And?”

Reinhart stopped in front of her again, rubbing his chin dramatically.

“Still undecided.”

Before she could retort, his gaze flicked toward Hera, who had been silently observing their exchange.

“So,” he drawled, “who is this woman, really?

She doesn’t look like someone important, so why did Elion ask you to make her his maid?”

Raelynn tensed slightly but didn’t react outwardly.

It’s normal for him to be curious, she reasoned.

Elion doesn’t seem like the type to take in just anyone.

Hera, however, didn’t answer immediately.

Her expression remained composed.

Raelynn glanced between them, wondering if she should say something—but before she could, Hera finally spoke.

“It’s not my place to explain.”

His voice lowered as he look back at Raelynn.

“You look just like a normal hum—”

Before he could finish, another voice interrupted.

“Ugh, I thought there was some serious commotion.”

Raelynn turned just in time to see Sloane descending the stairs, arms crossed.

Her gaze landed on Reinhart, and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, it’s just the troublemaker.”

Reinhart grinned, waving.

“Sloane!

You’re here too?”

Sloane ignored his greeting, instead stepping beside Raelynn.

With a smirk, she placed a hand on Raelynn’s shoulder.

“Since you’re so curious,” Sloane said casually, her fingers tapping Raelynn’s shoulder, “this woman is Elion’s bride.”

Raelynn let out a tired sigh as Reinhart’s jaw practically hit the floor.