Early in the morning, Noah woke up early as usual to prepare a hearty breakfast. I waited at the table for a long time, and after a long time of eating, I still didn't see the two male and female hosts appear.

Noah walked to the top of the stairs and looked up at the bedroom on the second floor, the door was closed, and it seemed that Carette had no intention of coming out.

Noah was inconvenient to go up and disturb him, so he silently walked back to the table, and the clouds of sorrow that were still accumulating on Jun's puffy face were getting thicker and thicker.

He knew very well that the man, Demos, slept on the first floor next to his bedroom.

Last night there was a lot of trouble on the second floor.

Although the soundproofing of this luxurious villa was very good, the high-pitched rants and insults of Demos, and finally the roar, reached Noah's ears intact.

Then Demos rushed downstairs into the next bedroom with a brisk "bang", and slammed the door with a bang.

At this point, the whole villa fell into deathly silence again.

The process from the boiling noise to the bleak and gloomy silence was only about an hour, but the short sixty-odd minutes was the most difficult in Noah's life.

He didn't understand why a good home had become like this, how could the peaceful but happy days of the past be gone—

Noah sat alone at the corner of the table until noon, when he put away a table of dishes and prepared for lunch.

There was movement on the other side of the door, and Demos hurried to the living room.

"Rise, king...... I'm going to prepare lunch!"

Noah hurriedly greeted him, still respectful. Although he was beaten just yesterday, he never held a grudge against the man in his heart.

"No need!"

Demos was neatly dressed and passed by Noah, his face and tone full of coldness. In the blink of an eye, the black back had entered the garage through the connecting door.

Soon the sound of the car's motor starting could be heard in the garage, and the loud "beep" sound on the ground was not the Escalade, but the Maserati cabriolet.

Noah was shocked, frowning and looking at the connecting door.

As a servant, he is the only one who knows his master's habits and preferences best.

On weekdays, Ridmos rarely drives the black Maserati. Only at night, when he goes out for recreation after being busy with business, he drives it out and uses it to pick up girls and hunt for beauty.

Since Carreta moved into this villa, the black Maserati has been completely cold by Demos for some time.

Now seeing that the man drove his fishing car out of the villa again, Noah had a vague sense of foreboding in his heart.

At noon, Noah set out to make some simple and delicious meals, put some in a tray, and gently placed them at the door of Carette's bedroom on the second floor, then turned around and went down to the first floor.

One can imagine what kind of treatment the hostess endured last night, and the meticulous Noah doesn't want to bother her now. He knew that she needed to rest well, and facing her at this time would make her feel extremely embarrassed.

......

At midnight, Demos is back!

With the strong smell of alcohol and the smell of unfamiliar women's perfumes, he staggered and threw away his car keys and couldn't wait to go up to the second floor, and went straight to Carette's bedroom.

Kareta had already lay down, and in her drowsy drowsiness she suddenly felt a dark shadow rush towards her, and without saying a word, she lifted the thin quilt on her body.

"Virtue ...... Demos!"

She screamed in fright, but she was all too familiar with his heat and the sound of his breathing.

He pressed over, ripped off her nightgown, and began to act savagely. There are no words, no kisses and caresses, and it is a ferocious invasion and possession.

Under the fierce Demos, Carette was clearly no match, and after a few struggles, she was defeated, leaving him to do whatever he wanted.

In the sobbing, Demos's emotions were more inflated and his movements were more violent......

He then did not leave immediately, and lay on the other side of the soft bed, staring at the ceiling silently without blinking or speaking.

Kareta had to stay with you for the sake of Olympus, for the sake of the Athena Jewel—

Jose's arrogant words drifted into his empty mind, and the wandering voice, which floated like a wandering spirit, had already become a thorn buried in the depths of Demos's unbearable heart, and from time to time at the most fragile moment in his consciousness, invaded his body and mind, and forced him to become a demon!

Demos knew exactly what he had done to Carreta now and at that moment yesterday.

Revenge! Revenge through and through!

He hated Carrete, hated Carrete's betrayal of him again and again, and hated her old love for Jose.

At the same time, he also hated himself even more, hated himself for having no beads, how could he fall in love with such a beautiful woman with watery poplars, and hate himself for pouring all his strength into her before!

However, if he wants to let her go easily to fulfill her and another man, there is absolutely no way!

Carette doesn't love me! She's just playing with me for the sake of the Holy Mountain! she's leaving! she's going to leave sooner or later—

Well, since you're going to play, I'm going to play too—

The pain in his heart relieved Demos from his thoughts, and he gritted his teeth and rolled over again to crush Carette under him.

This time, the unwell-covered Carette could hardly resist his attack, and begged:

"Demos ...... Demos, please......"

Demos grabbed her hands hard and glared at her. In the night, the pair of sharp black eyes were shining brightly, but the temptation was also cold. His brutal response:

"Don't pretend! Don't you like it? As a husband, don't feed your hungry wife, do you want her to go out and!?"

Karete's mouth was tightly closed, and she wanted to speak again.

Her nose was full of the fragrance of a woman who did not belong to him, and her heart was stung by this unique fragrance.

And Demos said no more, and stepped forward to start a new round of plunder......

After many times, when his physical strength was completely exhausted, he was willing to let her go.

The world outside the curtains began to glow white.

Demos rested for a moment, got up and got out of bed.

Looking down at the limp and boneless Kareta on the bed, his heart was still numb, and he didn't seem to have tasted any pleasure of revenge, or the slightest pleasure after catharsis.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard a trembling whisper from Kareta on the bed.

With infinite sadness, she asked sourly:

"Demos ...... The two of us...... Do you have to hurt each other and torture each other like this......"

The astringent and light sound is like a stream of clear spring water, which suddenly pours into the inner world of Demos Muran. At this time, he felt that his cold heart was thawing, and all his bitter emotions were becoming weak......

Turning around, he no longer faced Karetta's mournful face in the air, no longer listened to her sorrow.

The facial features were entangled for a moment, and finally turned into a fierce face.

Still speechless, he walked away.

Kareta lay naked and still, unable to move.

The Greek summer morning was not cool, but she felt unusually cold and helpless. Her throat tightened, and she wanted to cry. You can open your mouth, but you want to cry without tears......

For several days, Demos drove his Maserati through various bars and nightclubs, looking for fun and loitering night and day.

Then, whenever he returned to the South End villa, he would break into Carette's bedroom whenever he wanted to.

At that time, whether she was awake or asleep, or doing something else, he would knock her down and torture her severely, and then contentedly leave her and go back to the first floor alone.

Carette could not refute this except to endure it in silence. Too much could not be said to create too deep a misunderstanding between her and Demos, and this invisible but heavy pressure was like a huge shield pressing on her body, teaching her to be powerless to breathe, and the more she longed to struggle, the more she could not get rid of it.

She was quietly waiting for that moment to come, the moment that would end her life and make her truly free from all negative pressure, all contradictions and misunderstandings!

She believed that only her death could prove her innocence, and then Demos would understand that her heart had always been tied to him, and had never left—

......

It was another morning, and the sun was shining, like thousands of golden threads cast from the clear blue sky without a trace of clouds, and through the clean floor-to-ceiling glass windows, it slanted into the South Villa.

Because he had business in the morning, Demos got up early in the morning, washed up, had breakfast, and then drove Escalade straight to his studio.

Noah cleaned up the table and went to the staircase to look up. Seeing that the tray of breakfast he had placed at the door of the hostess's bedroom was empty, he could finally relax.

Walking up to the second floor, Noah knocked on Carret's door.

"Princess, I am Noah. ”

"Please come in ......," a thin reply floated from inside.

Noah pushed the door open and walked in.

In the messy bedroom, the air is oppressive and dreary.

Carreta was curled up in a soft bed, with her long hair scattered, wearing a khaki long-sleeved shirt and light beige trousers, and two small white feet.

Bathed in the abundant sunlight, she looked tired, her puffy eyes squinted slightly, as if she was even more unable to open her eyes by the sun, but she didn't bother to move her body to the side. The naked~ exposed little face and the skin of the feet are also particularly pale and dry in this bright light.

In the morning, at dawn, Carette was again violently invaded by the intruding Demos.

Afterwards, she got up and simply took a shower, and then took out the long coat and trousers at the bottom of the box and put them on her body to cover the violent "love marks" that spread all over her body. After eating the breakfast that Noah had placed at the door, she had somewhat regained some strength.

"The breakfast was delicious...... Thank you ......."

Kareta propped up her head and smiled at Noah.

"I'll clean up your room. ”

"Oh...... Not necessarily. ...... It's a mess here, so I'll do it myself. ”

Carreta gripped the messy sheet with one hand unnaturally, her expression rather cramped.

Noah understood, and didn't ask for anything more. Knowing that Carreta hadn't stepped out of the bedroom for days, he said to her again:

"The weather is good today, you can go for a walk in the courtyard and relax, it will be good for your body." ”

"Thank you......"

Kareta lowered her head slightly, her voice a little sentimental.

At that moment, Noah caught a glimpse of a looming scar from the cuff of her left arm.

Obviously, the straight and sharp vermilion mark was caught alive!

Noah was shocked for a moment, and then his heart ached.

In front of him, isn't this girl, who is two years younger than himself, the only love of his male master? Why can a man be so cruel to the woman he loves?

The deeper a man's love for a woman, the more fierce he will be abused once he is injured, and the more he will be killed?

For men, women silently endure his "abuse", even if they are wronged, they have to continue to bear it, is this a unique way to convey love to him?