It was evening when Demos drove back to the villa in the South End. As soon as he entered the living room through the connecting door between the garage and the villa, he was attracted by the fresh fragrance of flowers.

"You're back, King!"

Noah, the attendant, was surprised when he saw Demos and took a few steps to meet him.

Recently, he has not met the owner directly except for telephone communication, so his mood is more or less excited at this time.

Graciously taking the suit jacket off which Demos had taken off, he added:

"I'm going to prepare dinner for you. ”

"No, I've eaten out...... How are you doing?"

"Oh, we just had dinner here......"

The master and servant walked to the sofa in the living room as they spoke, and Demos took out his newly bought mobile phone from his trouser pocket and put it on the coffee table, then bent over and sat down on the sofa, his face did not contain too much expression.

With a flicker of his eyes, he noticed a basket full of flowers on the coffee table.

Their main flowers are four beautiful white lilies with pink carnations, orange sunchrysanthemums and dried and dyed purple stars, as well as two emerald green plantain leaves.

As soon as he came in just now, the faint fragrance that Demos smelled was the one emitted by the four beautiful white lilies in this basket.

“...... That's the princess's ......."

Noah stood beside Demos and saw that he was staring at the flowers on the coffee table, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally opened his mouth to explain slowly, while his eyes also carefully noticed the change in the expression on his master's face:

"The princess hasn't been anywhere these days, just meditating on these things in the room......"

Demos came back to his senses in the careful words of the attendant, and raised his eyes to look around the drawing-room. He saw that a small bottle of flowers was also placed on the shelf in the living room, and not only that, but the corners of the walls where the space was a little wasteful were also hung with elegant spider plants at this time.

Demos's eyes lit up. He believes that this simple and casual dress just makes up for the shortcomings in the decoration of this luxury villa, injecting a touch of agility into its static space, so that people will always feel comfortable and comfortable when looking at it.

Demos's stiff expression stretched at this moment, and he lowered his head slightly, narrowing his gaze, and looking back at the basket of lilies on the coffee table in front of him.

He remembered very well that there was a small tank of tropical fish in the previous place, which he had caught when he took Kareta shopping. At that time, he also told her that the tank of fish reminded him of the sacred ends of the earth-

Demos's heart trembled violently, the tank of fish ......

He hadn't forgotten what happened on the opening day of the European Arts Festival a week ago, and the person who smashed that vat of memories with his own hands was himself-

Demos reached out and held his head down, propping up his drooping head, five fingers inserted into the shiny black hair on his forehead.

He still remembers his madness and anger that day......

She was the only one who could bring out his most extreme emotions! It was the woman who drove him crazy, the woman he loved and resented—

Returning to the villa at this moment, Demos didn't want to dwell too much on the causes and consequences of that scandal. The only person in the know-how is now deceased, and the apparent investigative trail has been interrupted. On the other hand, due to the timely intervention of his side, the publicity of the scandal by various media channels finally disappeared completely within two days after the revelation.

Now, it doesn't matter what is right or wrong, Demos thought.

Carette may not be wrong, she loved Jose too much in the past, and for that unwavering love, she even risked her own life several times. Just like that day, in the hotel room, she could actually use spells to fight against herself for the sake of Jose!

It turns out that Jose still has that much weight in her mind? Even if she starts a new life with herself, she still can't give her true heart to herself? Maybe loving someone, no matter how you love it, shouldn't be called "making mistakes"—

At this point, the restless Demos hurriedly braked the infinite speculation, not daring to continue to make imaginary speculations.

Now, what he most desires to do is turn the page as soon as possible and restore peace to his and Karete's lives.

"Noah, I've worked hard for you these past few days. ”

At this time, Demos adjusted his sitting posture and turned his face to look at Noah, although his expression was faint, his tone of voice was particularly earnest.

He had always known the boy's loyalty, and after so many storms, his gratitude to him was truly heartfelt.

Now, Demos put aside the well-defined master-servant relationship and expressed his sincere gratitude to Noah.

Noah's face was slightly startled, and he hurriedly responded to his master:

"These are Noah's business! King, you don't have to be so ......."

"Yes, I know you've been tired of these days...... Is she alright?"

Hearing Demos ask about Carette between words, Noah's slightly startled expression gradually relieved, as if he had finally been able to breathe as easily as he could after holding his breath for a long time. He nodded earnestly to Demos and replied:

"The princess is very good, please rest assured. At this time, she was already resting on the second floor. ”

"Oh...... I'll go up and take a look, you rest early. ”

"Yes!"

Noah watched Demos, who had stood up from the sofa, walk slowly towards the stairs, and at that moment, the boy's heart was no longer uneasy, and a comfortable smile appeared on his handsome young face.

Demos ascended to the second floor and stopped in front of the bedroom where he and Carette lived.

The moment he held the handle of the door, he didn't push it open immediately. A week is fast and fast, but slow is always slower than a year. However, a good or bad mood is always a yardstick to judge how quickly and slowly time passes.

Demos couldn't figure out why his mood was tumbling at the moment, and in this extremely complex emotional fluctuation, he clearly sensed a strong feeling of longing.

Determined, Demos finally twisted the bronze handle and pushed the door in.

The moment he stepped into the bedroom, the warm orange glow rushed into Demos's cold night eyes like a hot spring. It was the light from the two wall lamps above the head of the bed, and the brightness was mild and moderate, not very harsh.

The delicate figure sat on a soft bed shrouded in gentle light, with its head slightly hung and a book resting on its smooth thighs. At this time, she was perusing the words in the book.

When she took a shower, her damp blonde hair was scattered, and half of her long stranded hair naturally spread out on the sheets, as if she had opened a beautiful folding fan.

Perhaps sitting in the air-conditioned environment for too long, she was draped in a crocheted bath blanket on the outermost layer of her body, and from the white skirt exposed to the outside of the bath blanket, it was not difficult to imagine that the clothes under the blanket must be a thin nightdress.

Kareta –

The moment he saw her, Demos made an uncontrollable call in his heart, as if he was able to reunite with his long-lost relatives again after experiencing the pain of climbing mountains and wading through rivers, and his mood could not be calmed for a long time.

Hearing the knock on the door, Carette looked up and looked stunned, she didn't expect Demos to return to the villa quietly tonight.

Seeing each other after a few days of separation, he was still handsome in front of him, but there seemed to be a strong sense of decadence behind his calm complexion.

It took a moment for Carette to react, and before she could close the book, she took it out of her lap and brought it to the edge of the bed, and then quickly moved her body to sit on the edge of the bed.

Demos looked at her without saying a word, walked up to her, and then stopped in front of her.

Kareta was terrified, and opened her mouth to say something to him, but her lips squirmed a few times, but she couldn't breathe. Overwhelmed, she slowly stood up on her feet, and then quietly met Demos.

The face in front of her was like a holy and inviolable angel, and in the silence, the desireless and desireless expression that permeated the stunning face, as well as her sacred and focused posture, actually hooked out a trace of emotion in the bottom of Demos's heart.

This face, this skillful hand, taught him that he could not compare their master to a slut figure in any way.

Perhaps, it's time to empty some of your memories, forget what you should forget, just keep the most beautiful, in order to continue to live -

As they looked at each other, the iceberg of resentment in Demos's heart began to melt......

Although his heart slowly suddenly rose, there was still no expression on his face, and his whole silent expression looked extremely cold and grim.

His gaze began to wander, and he turned his attention from Karete's features to her neck. There was nothing unusual about the slippery place, and the red mark on it had faded away.

Demos took two more steps closer to Carette, and as she advanced, Carette's expression became even more alarmed.

Demos silently stretched out his hands, without a moment's hesitation, and directly touched Carette's neck to examine it carefully. That kind of warm body heat, that kind of concerned eyes, for her, is not only a kind of caring comfort, but also a silent transmission of his repentance for his violent behavior.

Kareta raised her head for Demos to examine, as if feeling his undulating thoughts, her graceful body shuddered suddenly, and the bath blanket on her body immediately slid down.

The sexy lace slip nightdress inside was revealed, a style that Demos was all too familiar with, and it was the first lingerie he had personally chosen for her shortly after she moved into the villa.

Demos moved his hands, one around Carette's arm, the other straightening her head up. Seeing that her eyes were rippling with sparkling liquid, his hard heart completely softened at this moment.

His fingertips cupped her jaw and his movements soft, his face slowly moving towards hers, his cold lips pressed against hers, which were equally cold.

Carette turned her face away from his kiss and looked up at the handsome-looking Demos, stunned.

Still without saying a word, he continued to kiss him. She tried to dodge it, but as soon as her legs stepped back, she hit the edge of the bed, tripped and let out a low moan, and leaned back before falling onto the bed.