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Ryan glanced at her indifferently. Instead of picking up her words, he turned and walked to the car parked aside, "Well, I think Miss Anola, you have no interest in this place anymore, let's go down. One place. +++ Catino novel website lightnovelpub.net"

After getting along for a short time, Annola could feel that Ryan was an extremely loyal person to Roger. She didn't expect to get more information, and there was no disappointment. She followed Ryan obediently. The car went.

The car walked along the man-made river for about ten minutes, and a vegetable garden caught Anora's eyes. Unexpectedly, Roger had not only the hobby of planting flowers and trees in the manor, but also the interest of growing vegetables and fruits.

"Miss Anora, this is the vegetable garden I mentioned to you before. This is the arrangement of your Highness." Ryan really only talks about your Highness, and the words will increase involuntarily, "Your Highness likes this vegetable garden very much. , The vegetables here will be placed on Your Highness’s table every day, and I will personally arrange them.”

"Lettuce? Is that lettuce?" Anora looked at the lettuce field, which took up nearly half of the vegetable garden, in disbelief.

Lettuce is something that shouldn't have come into this world, why did Roger plant so much on purpose!

"You are not mistaken, it is indeed lettuce." Ryan smiled rare, and his eyes became a little warm. "His Royal Highness asked me to take care of it personally. You really like it."

"Do you want to go down and have a look?" Ryan was ready to stop, he seemed to think she must like it very much and he must go down and have a look.

"Don't bother!" Anora was completely speechless, "It's getting late, let's go to other places. I will come again when I have time."

How did he tell that she likes lettuce? How does she act like she likes lettuce?

The vegetable she hates most in the world is lettuce, and there is no one!

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the previous pink tulips were also specially ordered by His Royal Highness. I personally stare at people to water them every day." The pride in Ryan's tone became more and more obvious. It seemed that it was Roger's magical calculation. He has reverence in his heart.

"The bunch of tulips at the gate of the castle was also arranged by His Royal Highness?" Anora's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"That's the housekeeper's business."

"Aren't you the housekeeper?" Annola clearly remembered Roger introducing him as the housekeeper in the manor, which felt dizzy.

"You can say that, but the division of labor is different from that of the housekeepers you mentioned. To be precise, I am one of His Royal Highness's personal assistants...and only responsible for the food and daily life of His Royal Highness. Your Highness does not like crowds, so the servants only work. Show up when you need it. Usually, I'm the only one standing by your Royal Highness's side at any time."

He deliberately bit the word "private" extremely seriously, as if to declare his unique identity.

Annola raised her head and ran into his wooden face, wondering if she had misheard too much, but he really emphasized your Highness.

"I have Mr. Laurian to take me around. I'm really sorry for causing you a lot of trouble."

"As long as it is your Royal Highness's order, it is my own business." Ryan's inexplicable accent appeared again, "His Royal Highness takes care of you, and it is naturally my own business to take care of you."

He just said it! Is he trying to give Rogera a good impression?

She can’t tell what her mood is now, she suddenly feels that her enemy and his enemies’ subordinates are a group of second fools, but she still follows

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Their trend has been lowering their IQ.

"I take the liberty to ask, why does your Highness think I like pink tulips?"

"Don't you like it?"

Ryan glanced at her calmly, but Anora still accurately caught his dissatisfaction. Is it her fault that her preferences are different from what his Highness imagined?

An unnamed anger burst from her heart. She clenched her fists, suppressed the idea of ​​splitting his skull with her bare hands, and smiled and said, "Why, I'm just a little curious."

"Perhaps His Royal Highness sees it from the book, he really cares about you." Ryan's expression was calm, but his tone was very sincere, not as if he was lying.

Annola felt from the bottom of her heart that Ryan's unexplained explanation would be better than not explaining it, it would only make her more and more confused every time.

What book is Ryan talking about?

She was pretty sure that she hadn't lost any memory. She didn't have any contact with Roger. Why would Roger know some of her own preferences and mistakenly think that she likes something that she obviously hates?

Obviously, Ryan didn't have these troubles, and he still drove her around conscientiously. Almost every word could not do without "Your Highness ordered me to prepare for you."

Anora really didn't bother to argue with him whether she liked those things or not, she simply nodded with a perfunctory smile, and silently wrote down the structure of the manor in her heart.

Annola has been devastated by various praises from her Highness along the way. She has not closed her eyes all day and night, and she can be said to be physically and mentally exhausted at this moment.

When they returned to the castle, the lights were already on in the room.

Roger hasn't returned yet, but some desserts are already in the kitchen. According to Ryan, it was Roger who was worried that she would be hungry after visiting the manor and made special preparations.

Annola didn't wait for Roger to eat dinner. She felt sick and nauseated at the thought of eating at the face that made her hate her, so she made the excuse that she was too tired and left the restaurant after eating two bites.

Ryan was very embarrassed. After all, Roger had ordered Anora to take care of Anora, but he had to personally stare at Roger's food production process.

If Anora can wait in the restaurant, he can save some effort, but Anora's face looks very tired. If she is forced to leave her in the restaurant and wait for Roger to come back for dinner, I am afraid that your Highness will see Anora's first time. It's his death date at a glance.

Anora penetrated his mind, resisted fatigue, smiled and said to him, "It's okay, I remember where my room is. The thing you can rest assured is that I'm just a little sleepy, just sleep. "

These words were as beautiful as Xianle, and Ryan finally showed her the most sincere smile in a day, "That really helped me a lot, I wish you a good dream."

Annola went upstairs alone, confirming that Ryan was staring at everything in the kitchen meticulously and had no time to take care of herself. She breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take the opportunity to find Roger's bedroom. Maybe something would help her.

After all, the wolves have been taken into the wolf's den. It's not easy to come here for nothing. Let's go back empty-handed.

After going up the stairs, she first observed the cameras in the corridor and found that there were no cameras on this floor, or they were all hidden in the dark. No matter what, she had forgotten which one was found.

So she opened the first room on the second floor in a fair manner, and soon she quit

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Here comes the furnishings in the room is too simple, it should be just an ordinary guest room.

Next, she opened and looked openly from room to room. When she reached the fourth room, she found that the room was locked. She pushed a few times, pretending to be scratching her head, and twirled the hair package from her head. I took out a hairpin, inserted it into the keyhole and tried a few times, and the door opened.

It is a study room with bookcases on all sides, and all kinds of books are neatly arranged on the bookcases. There was a desk in front of the bookcase facing the door. The table top was neat and tidy. There was nothing but a lamp and a pen holder.

She looked around, and there was nothing useful, she quickly withdrew to lock the door so as not to be discovered.

There are only two rooms left on the whole floor, she hasn't seen it yet.

She pushed the fifth door tentatively, but it was also locked as expected. That was the study room just now. This should be Roger's bedroom, but it was actually next door to her bedroom. She squeezed the hairpin in her hand, repeating her technique and opened the door as easily as before.

If it hadn't been for seeing Ron on the hanger changing the dress she wore at the ball, she would almost think it was a guest room, even the furnishings of the room were the same.

Compared with the exaggerated painting style in the manor, his bedroom seems too simple.

A set of sofas and a coffee table are placed by the window, a set of large wardrobes, a large bed, a low cabinet on each side of the bed, a lamp on one side, and an aromatherapy burner on the other. No more.

Annola carefully searched for each cabinet, and knocked on the inner wall of the cabinet to confirm whether there was a mezzanine inside, but like a study room, there was no gain.

The two doors were locked for no reason, and she thought there would be something valuable to her. As a result, she returned without success after entering the two rooms, and she was a little disappointed.

She carefully returned everything to its original place, relocked the door, and stood at the top of the stairs in deep thought: Could it be that Roger locked all important things on the third floor? Otherwise, why would you prohibit others from approaching?

She was just getting ready to go to the third floor to find out. Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs on the second floor. She quickly held the doorknob of her bedroom, facing the door and back to the direction of the stairs, pretending to be Just coming out of it.

"Miss Anora? Are you still asleep?" Ryan saw her standing at the door, and there was a slight difference. After all, looking at her face, he thought she would fall asleep on the bed.

"Maybe it was too much tea just now. It's a bit..." Anola smiled slightly, looking inconvenient to say, the blush on her cheeks showed the embarrassment of her daughter's family.

Ryan immediately understood what she meant.

"Sorry, the second floor only has the room you live in today without a separate bathroom. If you don't mind, you can go to the first floor, or you can go to the first room. It's just an empty guest room. You can use it as you like."

"Thanks a lot." Anora thanked shyly, her face seemed to be flushed, "Do you have anything else? If not..."

"I'm so sorry, I just came to tell you. Your Royal Highness just called to give you a good rest. He will come back later. Please help yourself, Miss Annola. I will wait for your Royal Highness." After speaking, Ryan turned around. Go downstairs.

In order to avoid his doubts, Anora went into the first guest room and simply freshened up before returning to the room.

She wanted to see this room, but she didn't dare to see it.

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