Sitting alone in front of the dresser in the room, looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a little funny, I cut my face in the first place to declare to Lillard that I am not his Hatherine, and I will not be at his mercy.

I thought that without that face, Lirad would ignore me and leave me to fend for myself.

Unexpectedly, after Lillard hurriedly carried me back that day, he seemed to have found something more interesting, and personally helped me bandage and change the dressing every day, never with a dummy.

Raising his hand to stroke the gauze on his face, it has been more than half a month, and the snow-white gauze is still faintly oozing red.

Lirad is right, I have a special physique, and my wounds are not so easy to heal, even more difficult to heal than normal humans, if I can't heal my injuries here before leaving, I will definitely be torn apart by the blood clan outside.

Got up, walked to the door, knocked on the door, and outside the door stood Danny, I knew he could hear it.

"What do you command?" Danny opened the door and looked down at me, still respectful, but no longer addressing me as Queen.

Lard has commanded me not to be called Queen.

At first, everyone always forgot this order, but after Llard had torn the two servants apart with a blank face, all the servants in the house remembered it.

"Where's Llard?" The wound on his face has healed a lot, and I want to talk to Llard about leaving.

Danny frowned slightly and sighed lightly, "Duke Hammer has a matter to discuss with the king, and the king may not be able to come back until the evening." ”

I nodded clearly, during this time, except for coming back to help me change dressings and bandage wounds, Liillard was almost always at Duke Hammer's, although I didn't really want to know what the two of them were planning, but Liillard had been avoiding me, which made me very unhappy.

"Then please help me tell him, I hope to leave in the near future. In the face of Danny's frown, I still calmly said what I requested.

Danny's mouth opened to speak, but he couldn't.

In the evening, Lillard came back early and came straight to my room, not even having time to change his dress.

"You want to leave in such a hurry?" Richard put down the tray in his hand, sat down beside me, reached out and took me in his arms, and carefully smoothed my hair.

According to the agreement, I need to pretend to be his Hatherine before leaving, so I can't resist his touch, "the wound on my face is almost healed......

You can leave when the wound is healed, this is also an agreement.

"Really?" Llillard looked at me with a smile, got up and brought the tray over, the pungent smell of alcohol penetrated into his nostrils, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his nostrils, seeing my reaction, Llillard laughed, "Still not used to this taste?"

Nonsense! Would anyone like such a pungent smell?

"I still have to change the dressing......" frowned at the terrifying alcohol cotton balls and gauze in the tray, and reluctantly moved to the side, expressing my displeasure.

Putting the tray beside him, Lilard smiled, ignoring my reluctance, and directly held me down, carefully uncovering the tape that held the gauze in place, slowly removing the blood-colored gauze while gently blowing into my face.

The small breeze blowing on the face, with the breath of Llard, is reassuring.

Even if I want to indulge in these gentleness, I still have an incomparably clear voice in my heart to warn myself.

These are all illusions, and they don't belong to you!

It's the gentleness that belongs to Hatherine!