After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

"It's life in exchange." Rose Hill snorted coldly, "But I won't take it away."

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

"Sela, are you in there?" Anna Xi came to the door at some point and knocked on the door.

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Just across the door, Sierra raised her head and glanced back and forth at those charming dark eyes and lips.

Do you want to eat rose-flavored jelly? There are not many opportunities like this.

She thought briefly, and the long handle of the door handle at her waist turned downwards. People from outside would come in at any time.

Rose Hill pressed the turning handle and stared at her hiding in his shadow.

He seemed to be waiting for her to take action if she couldn't hold on.

Anna Xi found that the handle was stuck and pushed in tentatively. The black door did not move at all.

Her intuition told her that Sera must be inside and still doing some bad things.

"Sela? Are you in there? Don't break into the Duke's room." She reminded in a low voice, but no one responded.

"Miss Annahi, what are you doing standing at the door of the master's bedroom?" Aldin quietly appeared behind her with his hands behind his back, and the firelight illuminated his pale face, which was startling.

Anaxi calmed down and said, "I'm just here to see Sera."

"She's not here. This is the master's bedroom." Aldin glanced at the solid wood door.

"Okay, sorry I'm leaving now."

Anaxi's steps gradually moved away.

She obviously wanted to kiss him, but Sierra didn't take any action.

Rose Hill couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What are you thinking about?"

"I wonder why you are pretending to be hurt." Sheila breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that no one was outside. "You haven't told me the answer yet."

He was silent, "Whitman is dead, and someone from the capital will investigate."

Rose Hill calmly told her the truth about his murder, "I killed him, but in order to avoid trouble, I needed to pretend to be sick for a few days."

Sierra took a breath, "Did you kill the director because of the racecourse? Those gangsters have already been dealt with."

Compared with the first time he met her on the boat with her eyes full of fear, now she didn't look afraid at all that his hands were stained with blood, only surprised.

Rose Hill thought that this change should have started when he saved her twice and three times.

He withdrew his hand that was still squeezing her slim waist, turned around, walked to the bedroom desk by the window at the back, and poured some liqueur into the glass.

"Whitman tacitly allowed his people to invade my assets." He held the wine glass and turned to look at her. "He cheated me out of a lot of money."

So he simply killed people.

"I can't say 100% that this behavior is right." Sierra answered honestly.

Rose Hill took a sip of wine. The light outside the window highlighted his fine jawline, and a light shadow covered the bulging and rolling Adam's apple. "No one can take possession of my belongings at will. It's what I can't get." Also good at destroying.”

Sierra's back felt cold and the hairs stood on end.

No matter how you hear this, something feels wrong.

Seeing that her eyes were wide open and frightened, Rose Hill thought for a moment and put down the cup, "Whitman allowed gangsters to collect protection fees for several years across the town and supported three mistresses. Do you still think he should be alive now?" "

Sierra licked her lips, "It's wrong to allow gangsters to burn, kill, loot and do bad things, but having three mistresses is okay."

She hesitated for a while, "Isn't this a crime worthy of death? Maybe it's just his personal preference?"

"Maybe?" He was vague.

Sierra didn't know that he had an emotional mysophobia. Thoughts flashed through her heart. She picked up the bandages and coat on the ground and walked over.

Putting her coat back on, she took his hand and passed the bandages around again, "Why are you willing to tell me the truth?"

"Didn't you ask?" he asked calmly.

"I thought you would lie to me, for example, to lure me to take care of you."

After tying a beautiful bow, Sierra stood up on tiptoes and kissed Rose Hill's pale side face, "What a pity."

The soft lips touched the cheek, carrying the rich fragrance of a girl.

The kiss spread the soft and fragrant smell in his nose, making him unable to control himself.

He raised his steps and followed her, "You smell really strong today."

Sierra pushed open the door and asked narrowly: "Do you want me to kiss you with a mouth that tastes like barbecue?"

The person following behind remained silent. She turned around and winked at him ambiguously, "It's not impossible, after all, I like you so much."

Rose Hill moved his eyes away and returned to being cold, "I don't consider having a wife, but if you want any position by my side, I will agree to it."

"I know, I also said I don't want those positions."

Walking through the dark corridor, Sierra held the escalator and went downstairs, "You don't need to like me, it's enough for me to like me, but just in case one day"

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

Somehow Rose Hill's heart stopped beating, and it was full of unhappiness.

Back to the living room where the charcoal fire was lit, everyone except their family had left.

Anaxi watched the two of them appear side by side, with stiff expressions unable to fake a smile.

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

The weather in the mountains could change at any time. Originally, Lizzie had not planned to have dinner here. They stayed for two hours before preparing to rush home, but Wally's rain came down at any time.

There was a violent storm, it was getting dark quickly, the mountain road was muddy, and their car lights went out due to poor contact due to the heavy rain.

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

Sierra was wrapped in a coat so that she didn't get caught in the rain. Anaxi, who was wearing a white lace blouse and skirt next to her, was completely chilled. The clothes were wet and clinging to her body, and the translucent clothes had graceful curves.

"Shall I give you my coat?" she asked kindly.

"No, I'll just go and dry it in front of the fireplace." Anaxi blushed, walked up to Rose Hill and said embarrassedly, "I'm causing you trouble, Mr. Rose Hill."

Sierra: "."

After being taken in, Lizzie and Josie sat back on the sofa. There was no electric light on the mountain, and the candles were still flickering on the top crystal lamp and wall lamp.

The record player was playing current pop music, and Aldin was busy in the kitchen alone.

Only then did Mrs. Josie suddenly realize that something was abnormal, "There is only one male servant in such a big villa, and he does almost all the work."

Lizzie reminded her to pay attention, "The Duke didn't come here originally. It's normal for him to come by boat with only a male servant."

"Why doesn't he hire a few more, or ask servants from the capital to come over? How can one be so busy?"

"Get used to it."

Aldin, who was accused of being too busy, endured the anger of having to cook for humans. His frozen figure was almost invisible as he wandered around the kitchen table.