"It's a life change." Ross Hill snorted coldly, "But I won't deprive myself." ”

His cold fingertips pinched her chin, and his silky sharp voice announced his specialty in a high-pitched voice, "I'm good at creating." ”

"Serra, are you in there?" Annahi came to the door at some point and knocked on the door.

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Across a door, Serra tilted her head, her gaze scanning back and forth between her charming dark eyes and lips.

Rose-flavored jelly, whether you want to eat it or not, there are not many opportunities like this.

She thought shallowly, the long handle of the doorknob on her waist turned downward, and people outside were going to come in at any moment.

Rose Hill pressed the spinning handle, staring at her hidden in his shadow.

It seems that she can't hold on to her actions.

Annahi noticed that the handle was jammed, and pushed it tentatively, but the black door did not move.

Her instincts told her that Serra must be in there, and that she was still doing something bad inside.

"Serra? Are you in there? Don't break into the duke's room. She whispered a reminder, and no one responded.

"Miss Annahi, what are you doing standing at the door of your master's bedroom?" Alding silently appeared behind her with her hands behind her back, and the firelight shone on her pale face flickering and flickering, startling.

Annahi steadied herself and said, "I'm just here to find Serra." ”

"She's not here, it's the master's bedroom." Alding glanced at the solid wood door.

"Okay, I'm sorry I'll leave now."

Annahi's steps faded away.

Obviously wanted to kiss him, but Serra didn't take action for a long time.

Roshill couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What are you thinking?" ”

"Why are you pretending to be hurt?" Hearing that there was no one outside, Sierra breathed a sigh of relief, "You haven't told me the answer yet." ”

He was silent, "Whitman is dead, and someone from the capital is investigating." ”

Roshill calmly told her about his killing, "I killed him, but I need to pretend to be sick for a few days to avoid trouble." ”

Serra gasped, "You killed the chief because of the bet on the horse farm?" The gang has been disposed of. ”

Compared to the first time she was on the boat, her eyes were full of fear, and now she looked not afraid of the blood on his hands, only shock.

Rose Hill thought that such a change should be the beginning of his two or three times to save her.

He withdrew his hand, which was still holding her thin waist, turned and walked to the bedroom desk by the window in the back, and poured some liqueur into the glass.

"Whitman acquiesced in his encroachment on my assets." He picked up his glass and turned to look at her, "I've been cheated on a lot of money." ”

So he just did... Killed.

"I can't say 100 percent that this behavior is right." Sierra replied honestly.

Ross Hill took a sip of wine, the light outside the window outlined the fine contours of his jaw, and a faint shadow covered the raised and rolling Adam's apple, "No one can encroach on my possessions at will, even what I can't get, I'm good at destroying." ”

Serra's back was cold, and her hairs stood on end.

Something is wrong with that.

Seeing that her eyes were wide and frightened, Rose Hill thought for a moment and put down the cup, "Whitman connived at the gang to collect protection money all over town for several years and feed three mistresses, do you still think he should be alive now?" ”

Serra licked her lips, "It's not right to condone the gangsters to burn, kill, loot and do bad things, but to have three mistresses... Hmm..."

She hesitated for a moment, "This sin doesn't lead to death, does it?" Maybe it's just his personal... Preference? ”

"Perhaps?" He was ambiguous.

Unbeknownst to Serra, he still had a habit of cleanliness, and her thoughts crossed her mind, as she picked up the bandages and coat on the floor and walked over.

Putting her coat back on, she took his hand and passed the bandage around again, "Why would you want to tell me the truth?" ”

"You didn't ask?" He asked lightly.

"I thought you were going to lie to me, for example, to lure me in to take care of you."

Tie the beautiful bow, Sierra stood on tiptoe and kissed Ross Hill's pale face, "What a pity." ”

The soft lips are imprinted on the cheeks, with a girlish rich fragrance.

The kiss made his nasal passages smell soft, and he couldn't control it.

He lifted his steps and followed her, "You smell so heavy today. ”

Serra pushed open the door and said, "Do you want me to kiss you with a barbecue-smelling mouth?" ”

The person who followed behind was silent, she turned around and winked at him ambiguously, "It's not impossible, after all, I like you so much." ”

Ross Hill looked away and returned to coldness, "I don't consider having a wife, but if you want any position by my side, I will agree." ”

"I know, I said I didn't want those positions."

Walking through the dark corridor, Serra leaned down the escalator, "You don't need to like me, I just like me, but one day..."

She paused, turned her head to look at him, "I don't like you anymore?" ”

Somehow Roshill's heart doesn't beat is full of unhappiness.

Back in the living room where the charcoal fire was lit, all but the rest of the family were gone.

Annahi watched the two appear side by side, and her stiff expression couldn't hide a smile.

She knew they must have been behind that door, just by looking at Serra's hateful smiling face.

The weather in the mountains was subject to change, and Lizzie had not intended to have dinner here, so they had stayed for two hours before they were ready to rush home, but the rain in Wally began to fall.

The storm was raging, it got dark quickly, the mountain roads were muddy, and their headlights went out due to poor contact in the heavy rain.

In desperation, the group had no choice but to return to the villa.

Serra was wrapped in a coat that didn't rain much, and Annahi, who was wearing a white lace blouse and skirt beside her, was drenched in the cold, her clothes wet and close to her body, and the translucent clothes were graceful.

"I'll give you the coat?" She kindly asked.

"No, I'll just go dry in front of the fireplace." Annahi blushed, walked up to Rosehill and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry for your trouble, Mr. Rosehill." ”

Serra: "..."

After being taken in, Lizzie and Josie sat back on the couch, and there were no lights on the mountain, and there were still candles flickering on the crystal lamps and wall lamps on the top.

The record player plays pop music and Alding is busy in the kitchen.

At this time, Mrs. Josie suddenly felt that something was not normal, "There is only one manservant in such a large villa, and he does almost all the work. ”

Lizzie reminded her to be careful, "The Duke didn't come here in the first place, and it was normal for him to bring only a manservant on a boat. ”

"Why didn't he hire a few more, or let the servants of the capital come over? Where's the busy? ”

"Let's get used to it."

Aldin, who was accused of being too busy, endured the anger of cooking for humans, and could barely see him frozen as he walked around the kitchen counter.