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Since that time, he has been looking for her for a long, long time, but she is like the world has evaporated, and there is no news. He has experienced hope and disappointment again and again, and finally despaired, she Actually he appeared in front of him. +++Mobile reading visit m.lightnovelpub.net

Now that he is here, he will never let her leave again.

In the past, he could only watch her smile in his dreams, hold her hand, straighten her long hair for her, and lead her through all kinds of scenery. If the dream is always good, he doesn't even want to wake up.

Then he can hold her hand, take her to enjoy all the scenery she wants to see, and protect her from harm.

Instead of thinking of her missing every time the night comes, thinking of the ruins, making her cry in her dreams, everything about her entangles him like a nightmare, making him wake up in the middle of the night, facing the furnishings in this room Can't sleep for a long time.

"You don't know, I miss you so much." As he said, he gently buried his head in her hair, and a faint fragrance made his heart calm gradually, "I always think of it at night You, if I could meet you earlier and find you earlier, it would be great."

Thinking of this, his arms around her gradually tightened, and the person in his arms breathed evenly, and did not notice his arrival.

She seemed to have an inexplicable magic power. He lay beside her, just holding her in this way and smelling the fragrance of her body would be able to rest.

In this way, Roger also slowly fell asleep. What's more rare is that he slept soundly all night tonight without having any nightmares.

The morning sun fell on Anora's big bed through the glass windows and gauze curtains. Anora felt the morning sun and gradually woke up.

She hasn't slept in this familiar bed for many years. Perhaps this feeling is so good that she has no dreams all night and sleeps very deeply.

Annola stretched out comfortably, opened her sleepy eyes, and for the next second, she stayed.

what's this!

Why is Roger's face so far from her face that it doesn't fill a palm!

Roger felt the restlessness in his arms and opened his eyes. His amber eyes were filled with lingering love. His voice was low and hoarse when he woke up, and he uttered a word to her:

"early."

What a ghost!

Annola could no longer control her emotions, raising her foot to kick this shameless pervert under the bed, but was caught by his quick eyes and ankles and couldn’t move her ankle. Annola felt the strength between the two again. Disparity.

Outsmart is right, against such a villain, force has little effect.

Anora pulled away his hand hard and jumped out of bed quickly. Fortunately, her clothes were still neatly on her body, otherwise she really didn't know what she would do irretrievably.

"Why are you here?" Anora almost gritted her teeth, she clearly remembered that she locked the door of the room before going to bed.

Early in the morning, when you opened your eyes you could see the little wild cat exploding. Roger was in a good mood. He stretched his waist unhurriedly and looked at her with a smile, "I am a little scared of sleeping by myself."

You have to be more sincere when you lie. Now what are you doing with this expression that I'm not talking about?

Does this person really want to force her to death by mental offensive? Anora compressed her inner anger and then compressed it, her tone finally calmed down, "His Royal Highness, Anora can't control what to do, but Anora has to remind you that you are a person with a fiancée, so, Please think twice before you do anything."

Upon hearing the three words "fiancee" Roger immediately bounced off the bed, he walked quickly to Annola, grabbed her by the arms, fearing that she would run away.

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Yes, he said in a rare anxious tone: "I can explain this matter. I have no relationship with Irene. I will not marry her or even hold an engagement ceremony with her. Don't worry, I will not wrong you. ."

"What's the point of you telling me this? I don't care about the story between you and your fiancee, I just want you to stop pestering me."

"Are you jealous?" Roger had deep concern in his eyes.

Annola almost jumped to talk to him. She just wanted to pry his head open to see what was inside. The feeling of talking with ducks almost made her angry.

"His Royal Highness, Miss Anora, breakfast is ready, please go to the restaurant for dinner." Ryan's arrival rescued Anora in time.

If she stayed alone with him again, she would probably have a heart attack. She quickly shook off Roger's restraint and hurried downstairs. As she passed by in front of Ryan, she seemed to feel Ryan's unusual gaze.

She looked back suspiciously, Ryan still smiled politely and alienatedly.

Could it be that she was stunned by Roger?

The next day, when Annola got up, it was almost noon, and Roger's figure was long gone. She went to the bathroom to wash up and was ready to go downstairs to have a look. The moment she opened the door, she met Ryan's perfect picture. s face.

"Miss Anora, please go to the restaurant, and your Royal Highness ordered that a good lunch be prepared for you."

After a while, Annola sat down in the gorgeous dining room, her brows wrinkled as she watched Ryan's dishes.

Ryan prepared a completely Chinese breakfast, with sauced knuckles, boiled fish, mapo tofu, hairy blood, crayfish, sea cucumber and abalone soup, spicy chicken, and even hot pot. The hot pot is red and full of ingredients. On one side, the richness is astounding, and the collocation is complete.

"Doesn't it suit your appetite?" Ryan observed her expression very carefully, "His Royal Highness specifically checked the most signature dishes of Apocalypse, and I believe Miss Anola will also like it."

The implication is that if you don't like to eat, you are not apocalyptic.

Annola felt funny, glanced at him reluctantly, pointed to the pot of red hot pot, and said: "Mr. Ryan, since you have investigated, you should know that not all Apocalypse people are addicted to spicy food...especially This kind of perversion is so spicy that few people can bear it."

"I'm sorry, this is my negligence, I immediately ordered someone to redo a clear soup base and send it over." Ryan said immediately.

"No," Anora waved her hand and filled a bowl of sea cucumber and abalone soup, "I'll just have some soup."

Ryan apologized again, but his eyes kept following her face, not obsessed with her beauty, but observing her every move.

Anora drank the soup nonchalantly. After drinking a bowl of soup, she picked up a piece of mapo tofu and slowly chewed in her mouth. After eating the spicy, her cheeks were red, but she still graced it again. After drinking a little soup, her chopsticks are standard and elegant, and she seems to have an excellent tutor, which is very pleasing to the eye.

No flaws.

Ryan squinted his eyes and stepped aside respectfully.

Anora's surveillance of him was naturally not unaware, but she didn't care, and she didn't plan to live here permanently, so she wished to leave immediately.

After eating, Anora wandered around in the garden and went back to the room. Last night, the negotiation with Roger failed. She had to consider how to leave here. She looked through the window and looked at the outside layout. If she insisted-nine deaths .

She put down the curtains, leaned lazily on the sofa, combing through the relationship between the characters around Roger, and naturally thought of Irene, hoping that she would not let herself down.

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As he was thinking, with the sound of knocking on the door, Ryan asked respectfully and carefully outside: "Miss Anora, are you asleep? Miss Irene came to visit and asked by name to see you."

"No, I'll come out right away."

"Okay, then I'll go and prepare refreshments right away."

Ryan is really a very clever housekeeper, and he doesn't know how Roger ordered him. He unexpectedly prepares tea after she talks with the client. Doesn't this put her status above Irene?

Irene can't be mad?

Thinking indifferently, Annola freshened up, put on a light make-up with the cosmetics lying in front of the dressing table, and covered the strangeness on her face, before going downstairs.

Irene was drinking coffee, and seeing her walking down Shishiran, the jealousy in her eyes couldn't be concealed.

Obviously she is Roger's fiancee, she is the righteous mistress of this manor, but this wild woman dare to let her sit here and wait for so long?

Where does she have the courage?

She was in a bad mood, so her face darkened, and she looked down at the exquisite coffee cup in her hand, waiting for Annola to take the initiative to greet her.

Annola flicked, she saw through her thoughts, but did not cooperate, she also picked up the macchiato coffee that Ryan had prepared for her in advance, and slowly tasted it.

Macchiato is very sweet, light, soft and sweet like marshmallows, with a delicate and smooth taste. She liked it very much when she was young... Later, after a family accident, she had gone through life, and she no longer loved this sweet taste.

But right now, she still had to pretend she liked it, she just drank sip by mouth, and it was Irene that was the first to lose her breath.

Her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but the Frank family’s years of upbringing made her squeeze a smile: "Miss Anora, you know who I am, and you must know that I came to see you this time. The purpose?"

Irene said, waiting for her to be a little girl, respectfully calling her "elder sister". Although she rejects this name very much, she and Roger are already married. She is a concubine, and Anora looks like her for many years. The former person, no matter how Roger likes him, will still be under her.

I expected that Anora did not play the card according to the routine, but saw her winking innocently, and said: "Miss Irene, I am not the roundworm in your stomach, how can I know where you came from?"

Irene gritted her teeth fiercely: "Ming people don't talk secretly, I'm here for His Royal Highness Roger."

"His Royal Highness is not here." Anora took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, ignoring Irene's meaning.

Irene finally couldn't hold back, she put the coffee cup heavily on the table, and said sternly: "I am doing business for Your Royal Highness Roger, and I came here to look for you."

Anora pursed her lips and smiled.

This mocking smile almost burst Irene's bulging balloon, but remembering her mother's words, she took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "Do you know why your Royal Highness looks at you with eyesight?"

"Because a woman named Nora, I heard that my face looks a bit like her." Anora fiddled with the coffee, as if talking about other people's things in a flat tone.

"You know?" Irene was taken aback, and then sneered: "His Royal Highness is very frank with you."

"She," This is an excellent opportunity to talk, how could Annola miss it, so she pretended to hesitate, but still curious: "Who is it?"

"It's a dead man," Irene's face became colder: "A man like His Royal Highness has everything he wants, but Nora is dead and he can't get it, so I never forget... and you, is he good? A stand-in that is easy to find!"

Annola gave an appropriate "ah" to express surprise, and then asked with a sad expression, "Why did she die?"

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