It's Carl, he's back!

Xin also hurriedly looked around and found a floral oil painting with Ruth's imprint. She walked there, picked up the painting, and stood there waiting for the door to open.

"Click." The crack of the door made a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in the empty room.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hockley." Under the clock against the wall, a maid put down the oil painting in her hand and bowed.

Her voice is slightly hoarse and sexy, and it seems to make people taste a high-end cigar full of charm, and her whole body is crispy and soft. The posture of the salute is also elegant and natural, and the maid outfit that can be seen everywhere does not reduce her charm at all, outlining her slender waist and full breasts.

Karl paused and glanced at the maid who was moving.

"Did Ruth let you get the painting?"

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, let's get out." He waved his hand, not caring about the beautiful maid who appeared for the first time, "Remember to tell her that I don't like these nobodies' paintings, and the next time they fall into my room, I'll let Loew deal with it directly." ”

"Okay...... Good rest, Mr. Hockley. ”

The maid lowered her head, her features and expression were hidden in the shadow of the backlight, and her dazzling blonde hair was loosely tied at the back of her neck, revealing only a smooth and full white forehead.

Just as she was about to step out of the door with the oil painting in her arms, she was suddenly interrupted by a deep magnetic voice.

"Wait," Carl said as he took off his blazer and changed into a soft, coffee-colored coat, "and look up." ”

I don't know why, he always felt that this maid had a strange sense of disobedience, and even a little inexplicable familiarity.

Xin also scolded secretly, but still raised his head, with a standard service smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you have any instructions?"

“…… No. ”

Karl stared at her in a daze, his voice faintly murmuring.

Her eyes were the same purple as the missing youth.

It is as clear and charming, as if the most amazing violets are filling it with blooming, containing a blazing flame of life.

It's seductive, intoxicating, deep ...... The Devil's Vortex.

He stared at it for a long time, and Xin couldn't hold back the smile on his face for a long time.

Xin Ye: "001, I'm a little panicked. ”

001: "I'm a little panicked, too. ”

The frightened woman, fearing that the next moment she would be recognized by the young nobleman as a commoner boy who had offended her, was thrown into the sea to feed the fish without mercy.

"That's—"

"I've changed my mind, come here."

Shinya: "......"

The words that were just about to retire were stillborn.

She stepped forward slowly, nervously as if she could hear her heart pounding, and finally stopped two meters away from him.

Karl stepped forward and pinched her chin directly, and his handsome face instantly overturned.

The four eyes are facing each other, and they are close at hand.

For the first time, Xin also clearly and completely felt the beauty and strength of this man.

His eyes are gray emeralds, indifferent, sharp, and impersonal, even in such an ambiguous situation, they are still ancient and unwavering. The eye sockets are deep, the bridge of the nose is high, and the slightly thin lips have a natural redness.

Undoubtedly impeccable and perfect looks.

It was just the cold touch of the skin on her chin that made her come back to her senses quickly.

"Sir......" Xin was also shrouded in the strong smell of the man's perfume, and their warm breaths intertwined with each other, "Is it a little rude for you to do this?" ”

The beautiful and touching maid was not distracted by her every move like those flattering noble ladies, but decisively broke free from his grip, took a step back and bent over:

"With all due respect, Mr. Hockley, your fiancée, Miss Ruth, is still waiting in the house for this painting......"