As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

At that moment, Cecilia's eyes lost their light, leaving only dullness and darkness.

She couldn't describe how she felt now.

Seeing her boyfriend's excited and distorted expression, and his violent breathing like a beast, the original warmth and sweetness in his heart was extinguished instantly as if a basin of ice water had been poured on it.

Malte's originally familiar face seemed so unfamiliar to Cecilia at this moment.

It was as if he had been replaced by another person at that moment.

As a serving nun, she couldn't change her fate, but she didn't want to hide her lover, so she chose to tell the truth. What's more, Mr. Ron didn't do anything to her.

She had thought about how her boyfriend might react.

He may be very angry and furious, cursing those in authority for their shamelessness.

He may also be very sad, but in the end he will pat his head gently to comfort himself and not to feel too uncomfortable.

He might even vent his anger on her and beat her severely.

After all, no man wants to see the woman he loves becoming another man's toy.

But Cecilia never expected that her boyfriend would react like this.

It seemed that, in his eyes, his own chastity was far less attractive than ten gold coins.

In an instant, Cecilia felt as if a piece of her heart had been dug out, leaving it empty and painful.

Her brain was like a mess, and she didn't even know how she should react.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Malte finally recovered a little from the excitement of ten gold coins. His face was still red, he was breathing heavily from his nostrils, and he was holding one tightly with his fingers. A gold coin shimmering with dazzling light, his eyes moved away with difficulty, and finally fell on Cecilia.

"By the way, Cecilia, what did you just say? Are you arranged by the church to serve distinguished guests?"

Malte said easily: "Oh, please, Cecilia, when you secretly told me about the serving nun before, didn't we already know that such a day would come? Why should we care?"

"Ten gold coins... That gentleman is really a generous gentleman... Didn't he name you again later?"

It seems that Malte is more interested in the man who took away his girlfriend's virginity than the fact that his girlfriend lost her virginity. After all, he is a rich and generous man who only pays ten gold coins.

These ten gold coins are enough for a commoner to live a normal life for ten years.

Swish!

Cecilia's face instantly turned pale. She bit her lip hard and her body was shaking slightly. She tilted her head and looked at Malte with an incredible look: "Do you want me to accompany him again?"

"Of course..." Malte nodded subconsciously, but the man who gradually recovered from the madness caused by the gold coins quickly noticed something unusual about Cecilia.

This is a very smart man. He judged Cecilia's thoughts in the shortest time. A gentle smile soon appeared on his face. He gently stroked Cecilia's long hair: " Of course I don’t want to, Cecilia, you are my most precious gem, how can I bear to watch you being defiled by other men?”

"Dear Cecilia, can't you feel it? I am caring about you!"

"What happened has happened, and you know very well that we don't have the ability to change it."

"If you can't make that gentleman obsessed with your body, you will soon be assigned to other guests... It is better to have your body used by one man than to be used by many men, isn't it?"

Malte's voice became softer and gentler: "Cecilia, you must not think that I am doing it for money. You know, I am not interested in money."

"Otherwise, it would not have cost a huge amount of money to rebuild the original wooden house into a brick house. I am really thinking about you. Think carefully about what I said. Is this the best thing for you?"

"Besides, you've already done it once with this gentleman, so what's the difference between doing it once and doing it a hundred times?"

"Of course, this gentleman, it would be best if he could still be as generous as the first time."

Seeing that Cecilia just lowered her head and said nothing, Malte narrowed his eyes and spoke again: "Cecilia, I know these words may make you disappointed and angry."

"But, please believe me, I am simply considering you from your perspective, without any selfish motives."

"You can doubt everything, but you must not doubt my feelings for you. What I like is your person, not your body. I don't care about that thin film. I just hope you can live a happy life."

"Look, I have even prepared our wedding room. I am just waiting for the day when you leave the church. Then I will marry you, and we can live happily together!"

……

Cecilia didn’t know when she left.

Her mind was very confused and confused.

All kinds of pictures keep popping up in my mind.

She thought about how her parents died in a plague when she was very young. She had not yet been adopted by the church, so she could only wander around the streets and alleys with unkempt hair every day, fighting for food with rats and wild dogs in garbage dumps.

The world of children is very cruel.

A child like her without parental protection will inevitably become the target of bullying by other children.

They threw stones at her, snatched away the rotten bones that she had finally dug out from the garbage, threw them on the ground and stamped on them with their feet, and tore her few clothes into tatters. The icy cold water poured over her body and she laughed heartily.

Cecilia could not forget that when everyone was bullying her, only Malte stood up.

From that moment on, Malte's figure was forever imprinted in Cecilia's heart and could never be forgotten.

Maybe he is not strong.

But, he is her hero.

But today, when she saw her boyfriend again, Cecilia felt extremely strange. No matter how hard she tried, she could not overlap the image of her boyfriend with the image in her memory.

Her boyfriend's voice still echoed in her mind.

Maybe she should trust her boyfriend?

After all, the wedding room is ready.

However, Cecilia didn't know what was going on, she just felt an unbearable nausea suddenly surged into her heart.

She couldn't bear it anymore, so she staggered to the roadside, holding on to the rusty railing with one hand, and with a sound from her mouth, a large piece of filth was spitted into the grass.

The intestines seemed to be twisted together, constantly releasing pain that made Cecilia's soul tremble.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and tears rolled down her smooth cheeks.

At this moment, a hand suddenly patted her back gently: "Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

A very gentle voice floated in Cecilia's ears.

Cecilia raised her head in a panic, and a familiar face appeared in front of her: "Mr. Ron, why are you here?"