Vol 3 Chapter 2381: Show you all

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Anora quickly opened the door and drew in, and locked the door. +++ The moment the tears closed the door, she could not restrain her, and she bit her lip so hard that she would not let out a weeping sound.
No one was present this time, and she could finally look at every corner of this room carefully.
Even when she saw it for the second time, she felt unbelievable. Everything in this room was like moving the room intact.
The only difference is that there is an aromatherapy stove on the bedside cabinet. It looks exactly the same as the aromatherapy stove in Roger's bedroom. The fragrance is the same. He should put one in each bedroom.
Maybe to avoid strange smells in the room. I don't see how delicate his life is.
Anora walked to the bookshelf. A doll was placed on the low cabinet next to the bookshelf. She picked up the doll with tears in her eyes, and her childhood memory hit her like a flood that had opened the gate.
"Nora, look, what's this? Mom bought you a doll that looks a bit like me, right? When mom doesn't have time to play with you, let her accompany you to accompany you, OK? "
In fact, she knew that the doll was not bought but made by her mother herself. At that time, she was sullen because her mother promised to take her to the park, but later she agreed. Mom was guilty, but she thought of such a way to coax her.
The handwork of the mother was unsatisfactory. The doll's needlework was crooked and the stitches were not good-looking. As for what the mother said about her, it was even nonsense. My mother is a gentle and beautiful woman, but this little ugly doll can barely see the features.
Just like this in her hands, it's really a bit ugly.
The very abstract painting on the west wall was her previous assignment. The teacher asked them to paint the scenery. She wrote carefully, every line was very serious, and she was about to finish it. The mother told her to rest. Baby, eat some baked cookies, she hesitates. But thinking of the delicious biscuits made by her mother, she went to rest.
When I came back later, the easel had fallen to the ground, the original neat painting paper was covered with colorful dyes, and her pet dog Xia lay beside her, staring at her with a stern look on her face. know.
At that moment, she really had the heart to kill it, but she couldn't bear it anyway. After painting for two hours, she was able to compare with a dog that had been raised for five years.
But my heart was always angry, and the tears fell down.
When Dad saw it from upstairs, he came over and asked her the whole story. When she learned that her carefully prepared painting was destroyed, she laughed: "Nora, what you see is actually not bad, just like this picture. A messy painting can actually become another very artistic painting. "
"Really, Dad?" Annola didn't believe it then.
Then Dad let her know what it means to turn decay into magic. He seemed to just smear it a few times, but the disorganized picture turned into a masterpiece of disorder, order, and disorder in a blink of an eye.
Even the footprints that Xiya stepped on became the highlights inside!
She took the painting to school and was not only praised greatly by the teacher, but also won the first place. She ran home proudly to show off, and her father mounted the painting and hung it on the wall.
Now, the frame is there, the footprints of Ziya are there, but the master who created them will never return.
Anola couldn't bear the grief in her heart anymore, she cried out, and added another layer of hatred to Roger in her heart. These are clearly her old things!
Even if there are so many similar things in the world, the ragdolls that Mom made for her and the paintings that Dad and her made with her are unique in this world!
Roger actually brought her old things back, and restored them to the shape of her room one by one.
Ruin my family and keep everything I used to?
What kind of person is Roger?
A chill suddenly rose from the heart of Anola, and she couldn't see through it.
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Man, he is like a deep ancient well. Through the hole of the black hole, he can't find out the situation at the bottom of the well.
Did he do all this just to disgus her?
Then he really worked hard!
She couldn't imagine that in the day and night when she was devoured by pain, Roger might be standing in this room, enjoying her pain comfortably, and savoring his evil deeds?
He is a demon, not only to kill, but also to worry!
Not afraid to continue to look at it, fearing that his heart would eventually collapse, Anora lay tiredly on the bed, buried her face in the pillow, closed her eyes, and burst into tears.
Time doesn't know how long it has passed, and Anola didn't know if she was tired of crying and fell asleep.
The night was dark, and the moon hung mid-air, and Roger finally returned. Ryan kept at the door just to take over his blazer for the first time.
"Welcome home, Your Highness." Unlike the false smile in politeness when confronting Anola, Roger's arrival made Ryan feel happy from the bottom of his heart.
"Where's Nora?" Just mentioning the name, his face was already filled with tenderness, "Are you asleep?"
"Annola wanted to come to the garden today because she was tired. She had fallen asleep after dinner." Ryanley landed and tidy up her coat. By the way, remind that Anola is not Nora. The food is already cold. Your Highness sees if the author reheats it, or does it make another one? "
Roger waved his hand. He didn't care about dinner now. He just wanted to see his little Nora earlier. "It's hot, I have no appetite."
He didn't finish his words and turned upstairs. He shuddered as soon as he pushed the door.
The little thing actually locked the door of the room, alert him to such a point, and also blame him for being too anxious last night, probably frightening her.
"His Royal Highness, the food is hot, please use dinner first." Ryan has always done things neatly.
Roger stood at the door and listened for a while. The breathing inside was very even. She thought she was asleep.
He was hungry for a day, but now it feels numb, but it doesn't feel like it, but if he doesn't eat dinner, Ryan is afraid that the old woman will keep talking about his ears, saying that he does not care about his body.
"The key to Nora's room door is with you. I'll give it to you later." Although the Rogers were sitting in the dining room, their minds were no longer here.
"Okay, Your Highness, I'll get it now."
"By the way, prepare hot water and pajamas for me." Roger hurriedly stuffed his mouth with food, can't wait to finish it quickly, and went to see her earlier.
Ryan came to Roger's bedroom door, habitually stretched out his index finger before touching the key, and touched it for a while. There was no familiar acupuncture feeling. He immediately felt that something was not right, and carefully from top to bottom. Check the door seam again.
The silver needle he had caught in the crack of the door was gone!
He quickly took out the key to unlock it, and when he opened the door, he stared at the ground intently, without the needle falling. He squatted at the door and groped on the carpet for a while, and sure enough he found the silver needle that should have been caught in the door slit.
Someone sneaked in!
An idea flashed from his mind, and he immediately came to the door of the study, and the needle caught in the door of the study also fell into the carpet.
Ryan carefully inspected each of the two rooms without any traces of tampering. It seemed that the person was very vigilant and everything was put in the original place, except the two silver pieces. needle.
Fortunately, he intentionally laid a carpet in the room to prevent the silver pins from falling on the floor and making a slight sound, which caused the thief's alert. Otherwise, according to the current results, he may not even find that anyone has entered the two rooms. .
"Well!" Ryan screamed badly, and quickly walked to the entrance of the stairs on the third floor.
His dangling heart only let go when his fingertips touched a tiny spike.
Fortunately, the third floor was not invaded by outsiders.
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During his inspection, Roger had already eaten upstairs. Seeing that instead of preparing hot water and pajamas for himself, he stood still at the entrance of the stairs on the third floor, and Roger realized that something was wrong.
"what happened?"
"Sorry, Your Highness, someone slipped into your bedroom and study today." Ryan was in a mood, full of annoyance and self-blame. "It was my subordinate's dereliction of duty. I am willing to bear the consequences."
"Where is the third floor?" Roger's tone was dark, with a heavy sense of murder.
Ryan has been taking care of Roger since he was a child. It can be said that he is inseparable. He is too aware of Roger's inner activities now. If he is not careful, he may be unlucky.
What a blessing.
"The third floor is safe."
Sure enough, after hearing this, Roger's aura was relaxed, but his face was still unclear. "Do you know who did it?"
There is only one object of suspicion in Ryan's mind, that is Anola, after all, she is alone on the second floor today.
It was his negligence. He always thought that the woman in His Highness's mouth was a kind and simple woman, but she did not expect that she approached His Highness with purpose!
I want to come too, but she is a woman who meets with each other, and has made Her Royal Highness so much that she has been searching for so many years. To be able to do this, after all, will not be a simple character.
"Miss Anola was alone on the second floor for a while tonight."
Hearing these three words, Roger sneered.
"Anora?" Roger's lips twitched, his smile filled with playfulness, "What about the traces?"
"No trace, clean up." For the first time, Ryan felt as if he didn't know the person in front of him, a reaction he had never expected.
Roger's smile was deeper, and he seemed a little proud, as if he had heard some rare praise, "Well, it is indeed her."
The more he reacted this way, the more uneasy Ryan felt.
What kind of ecstasy this woman gave her Royal Highness, she doubled her Highness's bedroom and study on the first day she entered the manor. Her Highness was not angry, but she seemed very happy.
"Don't your Highness beware?"
"No, she wasn't a submissive kitten, it's just this kind of wild cat with gradually teeth and sharp claws." Roger smiled and patted Ryan's shoulder, motioning him not to Nervous, "Go and prepare the bath water."
Ryan knew that Roger would not waver easily about what had been decided, and he would not say much more.
However, His Highness was confused by Anola and trusted her unconditionally, he would not! He must find the reason why Anola approaches Her Royal Highness. If she really does not agree with Her Royal Highness, even if His Highness kills him in the future, he must kill Anola before he dies!
After a brief rinse, Roger touched Anola's door with his half-dry hair on. He took out the key that Ryan had given him, and easily opened the door of Anola's room with the key. At this time, Anola had been asleep for a long time.
He moved lightly to the bed, for fear of waking her, and carefully went to bed to lie on her right.
Roger swallowed, and suddenly he was nervous. This was the first time he had admired the person in front of him so close.
Anola was lying on her right side, holding the quilt, and holding the rag doll taken off the bookshelf, her dark, thick eyelashes were slightly tilted, and her delicate little face had two faint blushes, and Zhu ’s lips slightly opened Open, the chest slumped along with the rhythm of the breath, and the beauty was like an immortal fairy.
He carefully stretched out his arm, and passed his left hand through her waist, trying to hug her in front of her. In the process, Anola felt something, hummed slightly, turned over, leaving only Give him a nice back.
Fearing to alarm his sleeping beauty again, Roger didn't take any further action, just holding her gently from behind.
This scene has appeared countless times in his dreams, and the feeling is familiar enough that he almost believes it.
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