Half an hour later, except for Annahi, whose face was swollen and needed medical attention, the family sat down in the living room.

Rosshill's intention was clear, he offered to buy Mawson Manor, and since the manor was currently damaged and deteriorated, he was only willing to buy it at a low price.

"I'm afraid the price isn't right." Lizzie looked embarrassed, "At least twice as much as you bid."

"Then we can't talk about it." Roshill said coldly, "Your manor is cared for by no one, and no one will take it over except me."

Qiao Qian smiled and said, "Can I ask a little more sir, what are you buying this manor for?"

Sierra also looked at him curiously, she wanted to know what he had bought it for, and he had no shortage of houses to live in.

Roshill looked at her as well and curled her lips slightly, "Sierra is 19 years old soon, give her a birthday present."

Serra froze, "Send me? 19 years old?"

He said, "My way back boat rounded Leicestershire and went to where you had stayed, and it was your butler who told me the date."

She didn't even know that she was almost 19 years old, or that after living for so many years, she actually never had a birthday.

Serra quickly interrupted her thoughts that didn't match her character, "It's precious, but you've already given me the gem."

Speaking of the ruby called Eternity, Roshill glanced at her delicate neck, which was empty.

His eyes sank, and his eyebrows pressed down hard, "So you don't want to?"

Lizzie stopped Serra directly and helped her make a decision, "What Serra wants, if Mr. Rosehill wants to buy it for Serra, then of course I am willing to sell it at a low price."

His decisive agreement was also very simple, Serra's estate was his estate, and it was no different from being stuffed with a large sum of money and going back to live.

Josie also didn't like to stay in this small place and live with a group of impoverished civilians.

She made a rare expression of kindness, and echoed, "Serra, let's go out for a walk with Mr. Rosehill, it's a nice weather outside, go bask in the sun."

It's really sunny outside the window, which isn't good.

There was a little more worry in Serra's eyes, but Roshill stood up and said calmly, "Let's go, Miss Serra."

She was about to straighten her skirt and stand up with the armrest, when a pale hand reached out to her eyes, palm facing up, and there was not a trace of line in sight.

Serra took his hand and stood up, her cold palm wrapped firmly around hers.

However, Roshill quickly let go, and the two walked side by side to the door, where Alding handed over a black umbrella.

The umbrella stretched out to shroud the man in shadow, and he held the umbrella in one hand and the black cane in the other, and motioned, "Hold me."

Serra took his arm around him and walked slowly into the sunlight with him.

She looked up and said, "Is it uncomfortable? The sun is shining today."

"Oldin said you were injured last night." Ross Hill accommodated her pace and walked slowly.

"Well, Eric was identified by the Church, and they wanted to kill him." Serra didn't lie to him, telling the truth, "I was shot, and it was Losheed who helped save me."

"I kept you away from that stinky wolf, and you just won't listen to me." Rosehill paused, his face unhappy, "How's the wound?"

"Healed, I think it's just a little anemic now." She looked at his gloomy face and reached out to touch his chin, "Don't worry, Mr. Rosehill."

He stopped, not paying attention to her unreasonable actions, and there was anger in his eyes, "You should stay by my side, no one can protect you but me."

It has become his obsession to become one of his members, to obtain a strong body and eternal life, and to let her completely peel off her fragile body.

Serra ignored his words and pointed to the pastry seller in front of her, "I want scones, grape-flavored."

Ross Hill was angry, and with a cold face, he went to buy her grape-flavored scones, and the owner of the pastry seller was startled by his cannibalistic expression.

After getting the scones, Serra dragged him to the lake again.

"I've never swam a lake with a man, Mr. Rosehill you're the first."

"I'm honored?"

"So to speak."

She stepped into the rickety boat, and Rosehill held her steady until she sat down.

Both of them sat on the same side, hiding under a large black umbrella, completely different, even a little funny, from the ladies holding small parasols with flowers on the boat in the distance.

As the boat rowed out, Serra laughed for a moment at the incompatibility between the two.

"Eric was found, follow the rules, he'll be leaving Cumbunia County soon," Roshill said.

He doesn't have much schadenfreude when he speaks, just stating a fact.

Sierra nodded, "Well, his clan thought I was snitching, but let me go."

"You're informing?" Rosshill snorted, mocking the man unceremoniously, "You don't have the guts to do this."

"Why are you so sure?" Serra puffed out her mouth.

"Remember the first time you saw me on the ship?" His eyes drooped, and a smile appeared on his lips, "It's like seeing a ghost."

Serra recalled his first meeting with him, and thought about it because he was afraid that he would die.

She snorted, "That's it?"

"Enough." Roshill stared at her, "I sometimes wonder when you know what I am."

Serra's heart skipped a beat, avoiding his piercing gaze, "Your delusion."

He retracted his gaze, not paying attention to the change in her micro-expression, "It doesn't matter to me anymore, when the social season comes, I'll take you back to the capital."

Serra turned her face sideways, "I'm still going?" My family is bankrupt, and it's a joke to go to the social season again."

"Who said they?" He lowered his eyes and said, "It's just you."

"Huh?"

"My need and possession of you is much more than you say." He bared his teeth, his dark eyes suddenly burned, and the emotions in them were extremely rich.

"I don't want to leave you for a long time, you have to be under my sight all the time."

His shoulders leaned in her direction, and he leaned his face over, and the faint shade of blue-gray seemed to be more intense under his eyes.

"But you always seem to be misleading me and making me look down on this emotion."

Serra grabbed the paper bag containing the scones and swallowed.

"Do I have one? That's just my opinion of you."

Rosshill put on a smile as gentle as possible, and the scarlet lips lowered the temperature of the smile again, "Obviously you don't know enough about me, I'll tell you a reason, the church that hurt you is dominated by Bellamy's leader, and it only took me one night to kill him."

Serra froze, she suspected something was wrong with her ears.

"You killed... Church leaders?"

Is he a madman...

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