Vol 3 Chapter 2386: grim Reaper? Love

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Ryan was standing behind them, smiling politely, but the tone of speech couldn't stop trembling: "Okay, Your Highness, send someone to clean up right away. Miss Anola's new room has been packed, right in your study. Next door, two good nights. +++ Mobile read visit m.EbookFREE.me "
Even with his back to him, Anola still felt the eyes of those two daggers.
In order to prevent Roger from slipping into her room again this evening, Anola used the reason that she was uncomfortable and wanted a good rest, and resolutely turned him away, even forcing him to hand over the door key.
Roger did not embarrass her, and turned back to his bedroom.
Immediately upon entering the door, Anola carefully locked the door, pretending to look at the layout of the room and inspected the corners of the entire room. After confirming that there were no cameras, she disgustedly placed Roger on her His coat was thrown on the ground, and he stepped on it with two feet to clear his inner depression.
The sky was gradually getting brighter outside the window. Tonight there were too many changes. Everything affected her nerves. She had to calm down and couldn't be led by her nose.
Anola took a deep breath, shook her head vigorously, picked up the prepared bathrobe at the foot of the bed, and planned to take a cold bath.
She stared at the water outlet for a while, and the water in the bathtub was soon full. She reached out to try the water temperature, the water was cold, and then lay in without hesitation.
The cold water gave her a nap, and she slid into the water with her eyes closed along the smooth tub wall. Until the air stored in her lungs was depleted, she suddenly poked her head like a hypoxic fish. Out of the water.
It was she who was blinded by Roger's deep affection. She should have thought long ago that he and Sugel had the same essence. The so-called affection was just a whim.
But think about it, even if Roger's affection is a disguise, it's not bad for her. He understands her indulgence. She doesn't care what kind of indulgence it is. What she cares about is this. Where is the bottom line for pampering, and how much convenience she can bring.
With this in mind, Anola is determined to find an opportunity to test Roger's "passion for her" and see if it can be used to help her escape.
When Anola had made up her mind, she was not as irritated as before, and she wiped her body and lay on the empty bed, staring at the ceiling. A drowsy came to her, and she clung tightly to the door key, thinking that no one would be disturbed tonight, and her tense nerves would relax and slowly enter her dreamland.
When she opened her eyes again, Roger's face actually appeared in front of her again! With a nasty smile!
Anola bounced almost from the bed. She looked at Roger in disbelief, looked at the door, looked at the key in her hand, and looked at the door.
"How many keys do you have?" She felt as if she had been tricked.
"That's all." Roger had nothing to do with her resistance, and he would hug her with a smile.
Anola swiftly avoided him and asked, "So how did you get in this time?"
Roger raised the pin in Yang's hand, and looking up to praise him assured Anora that he was indeed being played by him again.
She hadn't thought about it before, why did Roger enter her room without notice? Over the years, her habit keeps her vigilant even in dreams, why she can sleep in the manor every day without sleep, until dawn.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on the aroma stove on the nightstand.
Roger followed her gaze, smiled slightly, and admitted without hesitation before she asked: "Soothing fragrance, the dose is a bit large."
Roger had caught Anola's hand while she was stunned, and took the opportunity to embrace her, holding her lips roughly. Sudden exploitation has made Anora unprepared, and Roger sweeps every corner wantonly, until she feels dizzy and soft under her feet, and then let go of her reluctantly.
"This is a small punishment for sneaking into my room secretly." Then, he licked the corner of his mouth as if aftergiving.
Anola was startled, and her face remained calm: "If I said I had misidentified the room, would your Highness believe it?"
"Of course, only you can say that, I can believe it." Roger smiled all the time, his smile was more like a mask, his true emotions were perfectly covered by this smile.
Anola couldn't confirm what he said, simply didn't continue the topic, "I'm a bit hungry. When can I start a meal?"
"Anytime, if necessary, I can cook for you personally." He looked at her affectionately and took her hand to the outside of the room.
"Your Royal Highness still cooks?" Anola pretended to be quite interested, "I don't know what Her Royal Highness will do ... hiss--"
Roger, who was walking in front of her, stopped suddenly. She was unprepared, and hit her head against his strong back. She took a sigh of relief after pain, waiting for her to see where Roger stopped. There was a murmur of anxiety in my heart.
Roger stopped at the door of his study.
He turned and looked at her with a smile. "You're not curious, how did you get discovered?"
He held her right hand, held her forefinger, and gently pressed it against the door slit, slowly sliding down from above, just near the door handle, her finger stinging, like a needle Pricked.
Roger pushed open the door, and a silver needle landed on the floor with a slight noise.
She had never found this silver needle before.
As if piercing her mind, Roger reached up to her ear and whispered softly: "Don't doubt yourself, you are very beautiful and you do things carefully. Only yesterday, a carpet was put here, so you can't hear the needle. The sound of a landing. "
Anola's body was stiff. This sense of being seen through made her feel insecure, and Roger's next words made her fall like an ice cave.
"Actually you don't have to spend so much time, I said, as long as you stay with me obediently, no matter what you want to do, I can promise you, but it is a room, you want to see, tell me, I bring You see. "Roger pulled her to the stairs on the third floor.
He hugged her from behind, pinching her chin with one hand, so that she had to look up at the door, one finger at the door, and asked gently, "Do you want to see it, the one you didn't open? What's hidden behind the door? "
Anola struggled silently in her heart. She was convinced that if she thought at this moment, Roger would take her to watch the things in the door, but she could n’t guess how Roger would treat her after reading it. Maybe she would be wiped from the world by him with a smile like Jennifer.
"No need." Annola broke away from his embrace and murmured, "I'm hungry, isn't your Highness going to cook for me?"
Roger seemed very satisfied with the answer, and gently took her hand again and went downstairs, as if nothing had happened before.
Ryan had been waiting in the kitchen for a while, and met Roger and Anola. He said hello to them with an iconic smile: "Good afternoon, Your Highness, Good afternoon, Miss Anola, everything is ready, and others Did you command? "
Roger
Waving his hand, Ryan stepped back with interest. If it wasn't for the bandages on his left hand, Anola would have suspected that what happened last night was actually just an illusion.
It turned out that not only Roger, but even his men can control their emotions so horrible.
"What are you thinking?" Roger saw her infatuation.
Anola froze, then opened a chair, and sat down with herself: "Thinking of Ryan and Jennifer."
As if she didn't expect her to be so frank, Roger froze a moment, then hooked his lips, showing a sincere smile: "So, you must be careful of Ryan, he will kill you again."
"Since His Royal Highness said so, why did he stay with him? Do you want to see us kill each other?" Anola picked up a strawberry from the fruit plate and threw it into her mouth, her voice calm as if she was talking about someone else's affairs.
"How is that? How can I be willing to let others hurt you." Roger looked at her incredulously, as if she had said something ridiculous.
Annola shrugged. "That's the truth. Ryan looks at me like a cold knife. I think he will kill me at any time. His Highness knows this better than me."
"Relax, I'm the master here." Roger smiled slightly.
The smile was open-minded, and a touch of petting, like watching a wayward little girl, "You are my person."
With an angled corner, Anola had no intention of angering Roger, but it was by no means what he imagined.
"Then you're not afraid that I'll do anything to him?" Anola asked back.
Ryan is very loyal to Roger. If she can provoke the relationship between the two or get Ryan off, she will be happy to see it happen. It wo n’t work. Ryan is also good. Roger is her enemy and lives Everyone in the castle is her enemy.
Roger laughed directly, "It is his honor to die in your hands. He can only blame him for being inferior to others." Faint eyes fell on her face. "Large families like us, outsiders look It is a magnificent and magnificent castle, full of longing for it, but only those who live in the castle understand that this is a cage full of intrigue. The dark corners cannot even get the sun, and even the air is full of blood. Did you smell it?
Even our masters cannot guarantee that they will not be the masters here, let alone the subordinates responsible for their safety? "
Anola watched him quietly, listening to those words that didn't even move his expression, what he said were all facts!
The same is true of the Gilgood family.
Looking at each other for a long time, Anola nodded gently, "Perhaps you are right."
"Sit and wait for a while, I'll get you some food." Roger dropped a kiss on her forehead and turned into the kitchen to do her work.
Anola was sitting on the high chair next to her, resting her chin on one hand and looking at Roger with a smile.
If you only look at the appearance, Royal Dorn is second to none in the major families of King Tyra. It is no wonder that both men and women are outstanding and have the blessing of the aristocracy. It is no wonder that many people can be tempted.
Roger's nearly one-meter-nine-inch head made the small apron around him look too small. He lowered his head and concentratedly turned around various pots and pans. The sun shined through the glass windows in front of him. Quality utensils and crystal cups jumped up and down, sparkling.
Roger is wrapped in those thin rays of light, and he is meticulously engaged in the work at hand. During this time, he occasionally looks back at Anola who is thinking. When she sees her eyes falling on her body, she will show a gentle smile. , Then lowered his head and was busy.