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It’s strange that the house is not like the crowds of servants imagined by Annola. There is only one young man in a black suit, with slightly curly blond hair, and his skin is fairer than ordinary people. The black suit is more suitable for him. The skin is like white porcelain, and the eyes are beautiful water blue, like a transparent lake. +++ Catino Novel Network lightnovelpub.net

Anora was stunned when she saw him. This is probably the most beautiful man she has ever seen.

"Welcome home, Your Highness." He bowed respectfully to Roger, and said nothing more.

"He is the housekeeper here, Ryan. From now on, you will be responsible for your daily life. Tell him what you need at any time." With that, Roger handed Ryan the dress jacket he had just taken off, and then attached it to her. He whispered in his ear, "Of course, I prefer you to tell me at any time."

Roger didn't know that every time he whispered to Anora like this, Anora would like to unscrew his head with bare hands.

Thinking about returning, she would not act rashly when she was not completely sure. She didn't need a fatal blow to deal with Roger. She wanted him to be ruined and driven from the position of the prince in embarrassment.

"This is Nora..."

"Anora!" Anora couldn't understand why Roger would insist that she was Nora. She was convinced that she had done nothing unusual and could not reveal her identity.

If it is based on intuition, then this kind of intuition is a bit scary.

Roger looked at her fondly, with a nasty smile on his face, and continued as if nothing had happened: "You understand."

"Yes, I will take care of it..." Ryan glanced at Roger calmly, and said after getting a look in his eyes, "Miss Anora's."

As soon as Ryan finished speaking, Roger couldn't wait to pull her up to the second floor, and went straight to a room with a closed door at the end.

"Open it and take a look." Roger did not push the door directly, but stopped at the door, looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to open the door with her own hands, as if there were some rare treasures waiting for her to come. Watch.

Annora looked at him suspiciously, she couldn't help being more vigilant, she really couldn't figure out what exactly Roger was playing.

But he did so many things, and he didn't mean to kill himself by surprise, but it was just a door, what could be dangerous. And looking at his expression, he was probably going to show off to her some promise from her youth.

After hesitating again and again, Anora finally opened the door. Even though she had made full psychological preparations, the moment she saw the furnishings in the room, her tears almost broke.

It was exactly the same as her former bedroom!

No matter the style of the bed or the arrangement of the bed, it is no different from her bedroom. The paint color on the wall is a little lighter, and it can be seen that it has been painted for a long time. The wardrobe in the corner, the pattern on the wardrobe and the angle of the side mirror, even the books on the desk and the daffodils on the windowsill, everything is so familiar.

All furnishings are spotlessly clean, as if someone has been living here.

Anora was in a daze, she almost thought that she had opened the door of some other world, and she had traveled back to her hometown and the beautiful time before. Before going to bed, Dad would read to her the story of the Gilged family hundreds of times, and after she fell asleep, he would kiss her forehead gently with her mother and tiptoe to the door.

Anora clenched her fist tightly, her nails deeply embedded in the flesh, and she used the pain to barely maintain the calm look on her face.

Everything is gone. At this moment, it is no longer the father and mother who treated her like a pearl, but the initiator who personally ruined her happiness.

What expression is he looking at himself at the moment? Interesting? Want to appreciate her gaffe, and punish your heart before you want to kill? See her collapse? Let her kneel to beg for mercy?

No matter what it was, she would never follow his wishes.

"Very beautiful." Her face was calm and her tone of voice was flat, but her voice was a little tight and her tail trembling unconsciously.

"I knew you would like it." Roger secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although his nervousness was never uttered, it was real.

He missed her all the time and missed everything about her. During the time she disappeared, they recalled that he had to turn it out every night and savor it carefully.

Her smile, her tears, the furnishings of her room, the streets she walked along, every piece of clothing she wore, every hair accessory she wore, everything she had was engraved in his mind. erase.

"No, I don't like it." Annola closed the door again. She turned her head and smiled at Roger, "Everything here is too elegant, I like bright colors."

The sudden wind and dust made Roger a little strange, and Nora in his memory was pure and innocent, with only a bit of playfulness and heroism.

"Tomorrow I will let Ryan arrange for someone to prepare a room for you again, so let's live here for now." Roger changed the conversation and revealed a rather evil smile, "Or, you want to live with me. ?"

Such obvious hints in his words and unabashedly naked eyes shocked Annola, her brows tightened slightly, and she couldn't help but step back.

Does this man have schizophrenia? At the moment she angered him, she had no doubt that he would directly let her disappear into this world, even if the chill of his body on the way back made her full of defense, but since entering the manor, he seems to have changed She seemed like a person, or had forgotten all the unhappiness before, and talked to her calmly, even with a hint of flattery.

It's like a child who has prepared a gift, eager to get praise from adults.

How could her little movement escape Roger's eyes? He hooked the corner of his mouth slightly.

It turned out that the appearance just now was pretended, and it was revealed when he was frightened.

Roger is in a good mood and is more confident. He believes that he can control Anora. "I have a little thing to deal with. Let Ryan take you around the manor. When I get tired, I will sleep for a while. Come back to dinner with you and wait for me."

The expression of that expression seemed to be a newlywed Yaner, just like the husband of the time when the affection was obsessed with his wife before going out.

Anora was eager for him to leave immediately, pretending not to hear, and looking around the layout of the second floor.

As soon as Roger left, Ryan appeared behind Anora. Such agile skill is by no means as harmless as his appearance. She deserves to be a prince of a country with no mortals around her. She thought of the security measures here, suddenly I have some headaches, I want to leave here quietly, I am afraid it will be difficult.

"Miss Anora, Your Highness has some personal matters that need to be dealt with. Next, I will show you around the manor. Please come with me." Although Ryan looked respectful and polite, there seemed to be no unwillingness in his tone of voice. There is also a bit of hostility.

Anora stopped in front of the stairway connecting the second and third floors, looking at the closed door on the third floor, and fell into a moment of thought.

Who would have a door on the stairs? Some unusual secrets upstairs might help her bring Roger down.

"Can't you take me to the third floor?" Anora blinked, her face was innocent and playful.

If other men can't stop this temptation, Ryan is like a tree, unmoved.

"I'm sorry, no one can open that door without your Highness's permission." Ryan's tone was dull and could not hear any emotions. "Please come with me."

Anola

I glanced at the door, shrugged pretendingly, thinking in my heart: If you don't show me, I can think of a solution later.

"Okay, I'm a little hungry. Now, can you take me to the kitchen to find something to eat?" Anora said calmly. Roger showed her that she endured, and a housekeeper wanted to show her. , May be thinking too much.

This time, Woodman Ryan did not refuse, "Please follow me."

The two walked around for more than ten minutes and finally saw the kitchen.

"Excuse me, is the prince's kitchen so ostentatious?" Although Anora was born in aristocratic family, compared with the royal family, she really only sighed.

This kitchen is too big, it can be used as a banquet in the hall.

"It's not an exaggeration. This manor is just another court of His Royal Highness. The palace in the palace is bigger." Ryan's reaction to this was dull, and it seemed to be no surprise.

A word suddenly appeared in Anora's mind: Zhumen wine and meat are stinky, and there are frozen bones in the road.

"But he has only one person, isn't he?"

"Strictly speaking, yes, the servant’s kitchen is not in the castle, but elsewhere in the manor." Ryan opened the refrigerator and glanced at it and closed it quietly. "Maybe Miss Annola, if you don’t mind, please go and sit in the living room. Sit, eat some fruit cushion to cushion your belly?"

"Why?" Ryan's attitude made her suddenly puzzled.

It is true that she is hungry, but her most important purpose is actually to take a knife from the kitchen to defend herself. In the unlikely event that Roger gets wild and plots against her, then she will at least not sit still.

"There are only raw vegetables and fruits in the refrigerator. You know, your Royal Highness's meals are prepared on the spot, and there are no leftovers." Ryan said calmly.

He can't tell her that the leftovers are in the servant's room and let her eat in the servant's room. When the time comes, His Royal Highness is afraid that he will be sent to the deepest part of the desert and let him fend for himself.

That's just right, Anora was worried about how quietly she passed the knife, and now it's all right, Ryan has passed the reason to her.

"It doesn't matter, I can do it myself, just make a little bit of my own food, where are the knives? Could you help me wash the vegetables?" Annola's mood improved, and her smile became more sincere.

Before she could savor the joy carefully, Ryan cut off her thoughts in a word.

"Sorry, there are no knives here."

"No knives?"

"Where is this?"

"His Royal Highness's kitchen."

"There are no knives in the kitchen?"

"No, following His Majesty’s orders, all the kitchen utensils are kept by the chef and carried with you to prevent others from working on it." When Ryan said this, his eyes looked a little bit at Anora. Cold, this woman needs a knife when she comes, for fear of impure purpose.

Anora didn't know how to calculate it. There were no knives in Roger's kitchen. The knives were all the chefs brought!

This is too cautious!

"His Royal Highness is the prince, how can I only take care of me." Ryan took it for granted, as if silently accusing her of making a fuss. Your Highness's safety is the first priority."

Knowing that it's no use staying any longer, Anora simply went to the restaurant and waited, tapping on the table with one hand, thinking about what to do next?

And as soon as Roger's car took Anora back to the manor, the news reached Irene's ears.

She really just got home on the front foot, and news came from Andre on the back foot, and she didn't even have time to sit down. At this moment, she really didn't care about the manners of a lady, the manner of a lady, and she wished to rush to the manor to kill the wild woman herself!