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"Are you inviting me by looking at me like this?"

Roger lowered his head and leaned in front of her, his other hand held Annola’s head in time to prevent her from retreating. His eyes met and sparks flew. Roger directly ignored her eyes and pressed her lips. Annola raised her hand to push him away, but at the moment Roger's domineering appearance showed that she could not move at all, and because her resistance stimulated him, it deepened her aggression. +++ Catino Novel Network lightnovelpub.net

Anuoan felt that the air in her lungs was being squeezed out a little bit, but this was not the most unbearable for her. What she couldn't bear was doing this kind of thing with her enemy. Her heart rolled over with anger, and she bit her fiercely. Going down, the blood spread in his mouth, Roger's action paused, his eyes narrowed to send out a dangerous signal, and an even more violent attack was launched in the next second. His attack cannot be denied.

Just when Anora thought he was about to suffocate and die, Roger finally let go of her slowly, but his grip on her did not relax at all.

"Why do you always like to do things that challenge my patience?" Roger freed his right hand and carefully pushed behind her ears the broken hair that had fallen from her ears because of the struggle.

His movements are extraordinarily gentle, and his eyes look at her with infinite affection and focus. In this scene, an outsider would definitely think that this is a pair of loving little lovers who are meeting here by the hazy moonlight.

But Anora only felt scared. Roger stared at her with a pair of eyes that didn't have any temperature. Not only did she not feel good, but she even felt cold all over.

Roger at this time was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, entwining his prey tightly, admiring her fear leisurely, ready to swallow her in one mouthful at any time.

She was wrong. She shouldn't be blinded by the gentleness that Roger has always shown. She should have known for a long time that there is no good kind in the Dorn family. For hundreds of years in this royal city, no one is stepping on the white bones.

This time, she lost. She was too careless. She should have understood that when Irene stepped into this manor, Roger was staring at him. Everything they did did not hide the devil.

Anora's mind is already in a mess, she must find her sanity, can't be led by his nose, and can't irritate him anymore, lest he make any more amazing behavior.

"Your Highness has misunderstood, your lung capacity is amazing, but I'm just a weak little woman. I really can't breathe to make the best move. Your Highness will not blame me?" Annola forced her heart palpitations and revealed an extremely reluctant one. Smile.

Now that she has been arguing with him blindly, I am afraid that she won't get any benefit, so she might as well pretend to be stupid and gamble on how much interest this person has in herself and how much she can indulge herself.

Roger squinted his eyes, nodded thoughtfully, and said to himself, "Weak woman."

He thought for a moment, and gradually relaxed his shackles on her, gently holding her hand, and continuing to walk forward. Anora let out a sigh, whether he believed her or not, as long as he was willing to let her go for a while, she would still have a chance.

But this ease did not last long, and Ron's next sentence instantly made her shudder.

"But how do I think you are not weak, just a little wild cat that has not been domesticated?"

"Cats are nothing more than human pets. Even if they are wild and untamed, they would not dare to be a car with manly arms if they want to come." How could Anora couldn't hear the tentative meaning of his words.

"Really?" Roger seemed to have heard something ridiculous. For the first time he laughed so brazenly. His amber eyes looked like an ancient well in the moonlight. "But how do I feel about my little wild cat? Isn't it the same?"

"A cat is a cat, a pet is

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No matter how different the pet is, there will be no essential difference, and your Highness can be at ease. "Anora put her posture extremely low, with tears in her eyes, as if she had accepted her fate.

"It's okay." Roger sighed helplessly, and suddenly stopped, pulled her body, forcing her to face herself, "You are different from them, Nora, I didn't want you to be mine. Pet, you can do whatever you want."

Including killing you? Anora lowered her head, the killing intent in her eyes flashed.

"As long as you stay with me obediently, I can give you everything you want." He gently hugged her, his chin lightly nodded the top of her head, his tone was like a child who was robbed of candy. Grieved, "Just don't leave me."

"Does your Highness want me to spend my entire life in this manor as a prisoner bird?" Anora raised her face to look at him, her palm-sized face was full of exhaustion, and her eyes were filled with endless despair.

Roger clenched his brows distressedly, stroked her cheeks lovingly, and said the most selfish and cruel words in the softest voice: "As long as you don't leave me, dearly, I can accompany you wherever you want to go. I can do everything by you."

Can she understand this behavior as walking a bird?

He is really serious and cruel. First, he ruthlessly deprives a person of his freedom, and then treats the restriction as a gift of freedom, and finally asks others to be grateful for his "favor".

Of course Anora wouldn't be so stupid to believe his nonsense, but she still had to pretend to be flattered and panicked.

"really?"

"Of course, I will never deceive you, because you are my Nora." Roger looked at her with a smile, "Similarly, I hope you don't deceive me, because the cost of deceiving me is very high. , You can't afford it."

Anora's mood was like riding a roller coaster, and it had been ups and downs in a short period of time. I don't know how many rounds. The more Roger was so capricious, the more she regretted her recklessness.

It seems that she may not be able to leave this place if she is not fully prepared.

The icy moonlight cast down, and everything around was gloomy. A chill struck. Anora could not help but shudder. Roger immediately took off his coat and draped it gently on her, then without warning. He lifted her up sideways.

"You are really too slow to go. If this goes on, it will be bad if my little wild cat catches a cold and catches a cold." Roger's expression was very firm, and she didn't give her the slightest chance to refuse.

"You let me down, I walk fast." Anora kicked her legs casually, trying to jump out of his arms.

"If you move around again, I will let you taste the suffocation again." Roger leaned close to her ear and threatened softly.

The effect of these words was even obvious, and the little thing that had been fluttering in his arms instantly became honest.

Tonight’s castle is brightly lit, and it is destined to be a sleepless night.

Seeing Roger pushing in and Anora behind him, Ryan's face instantly turned pale. He pulled out an extremely reluctant smile, and his voice trembled: "Welcome home, Your Highness."

Anora glanced at Ryan weirdly, wondering why he stared at him with such a **** expression, could he be more scared than the demon in front of him?

The obvious answer is: no.

She will soon know that it is not her herself that really frightens Ryan, but that she has returned unharmed.

"Is there anything else I want to say?" Roger's voice was surprisingly cold, and he didn't even look at it.

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Ryan, since he walked by, sat down on the sofa and stretched out lazily against the back of the sofa.

He freed himself from the pat and looked at Annola with a smile, with a soft and outrageous voice: "Come on, sit down with me."

The changes before and after made it difficult for Anora to adapt for a while. She really couldn't guess the man's heart. He could be cold as frost one second, and passionate the next. He likes to speak to her in the softest voice, looking at her with the most affectionate eyes, but he also makes no secret of his bloodthirsty and cruelty.

Intuition tells Anora that this man is dangerous, especially now, especially dangerous. She walked over and sat down next to him obediently. She couldn't be killed because she couldn't restrain the resistance from the bottom of her heart. She had more important things to do, she couldn't.

Ryan’s beautiful face looked like a layer of frost, and his aqua-blue eyes were lifeless, his throat was choked by endless fear, and his voice was hoarse, like an old machine: "Your Highness , Jennifer..."

"Not so good." Roger hugged Anora next to her, rubbing his head against her neck. The unique fragrance of her body made him intoxicated, "Do you want to see her?"

There are hundreds of question marks in Anora's heart, but she doesn't know where to ask, and she can't find the time to speak. She can only be a bystander, facing everything that is about to happen with cold eyes.

Ryan's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees. He sensibly told him that he was the arm of His Royal Highness Roger, and he could not fall down no matter what time or any shock he received.

Even if this blow comes from Roger.

"Yes, Your Highness." His voice sounded painful and full of fear, even the sound of his teeth fighting.

Roger turned a blind eye to his pitiful appearance. He only felt that it was inconvenient for him to hold Anora on his side like this. He simply grabbed her soft waist and swept her into his arms and sat on his lap. With. Now he can enjoy the taste of this little wild cat.

But Anora was sitting on pins and needles, but now it was really not the time to resist, she could only endure the nausea, sat stiffly on his lap, letting him rub around restlessly.

Roger was very satisfied with her unusual obedientness. He kissed her earlobe, his dexterous tongue slid through her ear studs, and finally clung to her ears and said: "Baby, I said deceive me The price is very high, it’s not something you can afford."

His warm nose hit her ears, her body became more stiff, and she quietly moved her head away from him.

Everything that happened in front of Anora almost overflowed the doubts in Anora's heart. Isn't she the one who upset Roger tonight? Is the price Roger said to punish his own men for her escape?

What kind of person does he think she is? She doesn't hate this Ryan, but she doesn't have a lot of sympathy for everyone.

Roger felt her unnatural stiffness. He thought she was afraid, and his voice became softer: "Afraid? I thought you didn't know what was afraid. That's okay. Only by knowing the fear can I know the consequences of irritating me... How serious is it."

"I... don't quite understand what your Highness meant." Anora didn't pretend to be stupid, she really couldn't understand Roger's operation.

"It doesn't matter, you will understand soon..."

"His Royal Highness, Jennifer..." Ryan was about to be tortured crazy by this long wait. If he would never interrupt Roger before, he knew that it would be like looking for death.

At this moment, he just wanted to die more happily.

Unsurprisingly, Roger's murderous intent suddenly rose from his body, and every word he uttered seemed to be chilly: "Are you in such a hurry to find death? It really disappoints me."

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