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If he hadn't witnessed his indifference and cruelty with his own eyes, Anora would have been attracted by his style of a good-natured man in front of him. +++Mobile reading visit m.lightnovelpub.net

I don't know how long Anora's stomach began to protest softly, and Roger brought up the masterpiece he had prepared for most of the day, and the mysterious dining plate was tightly covered.

He served four plates one after another, and he also thoughtfully helped her serve a bowl of rice.

He watched her affectionately, pulled a chair beside her, and sat down next to her, "It's all you like to eat. The first day you came, I specially went to find someone to learn and taste. See if it suits your appetite."

Although that is what he said, Roger's determined expression is clearly saying: eat it! It must suit your appetite!

For some reason, Anora was uneasy. She hesitated to pick up the chopsticks, looked at Roger, and said, "How does your Royal Highness know what I like to eat?"

Roger gently twitched the corners of her lips, bent his fingers and tapped her forehead lightly, and smiled: "Of course you told me yourself."

Annola became more and more confused. Why didn't she remember that she had talked to Roger about this kind of thing, but she couldn't say anything more to avoid irritating him when he looked right and confident.

When Roger saw her talking, he sighed and his tone was a little sad: "Are you so scared of me? It's like I am a scourge."

I am afraid that it is not only a scourge, but also a moody, bloodthirsty tyrant.

Anora smiled and said, "Why? Your Highness is worried."

"Nora, in front of me, you don't have to pretend to be yourself. I've seen you flaunt your claws. That's the cutest look of you. You are real because of that. Do you understand?" Roger pulled her over. Hands, pressed against her face, feeling the temperature in her palm.

Although Anora didn't know how true or false Roger's remarks were. But his words did wake her up.

She carefully recalled the few days of contact with Roger. Roger did tolerate her temper, and was even happy to see her angry and despondent, but her politeness was disliked by Roger.

Perhaps this is the king's preference.

I'm used to flattery, fawning, falsehood, and conspiracy, but I long for others to be honest and truthful to myself.

But this may not be a good thing for Anora. On the one hand, being able to do what you like is more helpful to your own plans. On the other hand, she was always greeted by a demon with blood and hatred with a smile, and she was afraid that she could not help losing control.

"You don't have to be deliberately dignified, you can be the truest yourself in front of me. This is the power that Roger Donne gives you." Roger looked at her eyes affectionately, and he hoped she could understand him. This intention of "only gives you... Nora... the power of a person."

He was very happy that she could reappear in front of him, but her indifference also hurt him deeply. She always wears a thick disguise, and she used to be such a smart little girl.

"You can do anything?" Anora lowered her head and smiled, looking thoughtful.

Roger nodded firmly, affirming her statement: "You can do anything."

Mei Ren'er suddenly raised a smiling face, she was all beautiful, her tone was not as soft as before, she turned her head sideways, and looked back at him fixedly: "What are the conditions? What are the conditions under which Your Highness can let me do whatever I want?"

"It's my little kitty, really smart." He seemed to be satisfied with Anora's keenness, and kissed the back of his hand lightly as a reward, "There is only one condition, that is, you must stay by my side."

"Yeah..." Anora pondered for a moment, as if she was lost in thought, "It sounds like it is indeed a profitable business, but..."

Annola smiled more openly, and her whole body was stripped of that weak and dignified coat, and she looked bright and dazzling.

"His Royal Highness has only one condition, but I have many conditions." Annola withdrew her hand held by Roger, raised her index finger, tapped the table gently, and made a rhythmic bang. It's like a heartbeat rhythm.

"Appreciate further details."

Roger likes her smile very much now, if he is her truest appearance, even if there is a bit of murder in this reality.

"His Royal Highness wants me to stay by your side..." Anora tilted her head, her face was pretty, faintly exuding a dangerously beautiful breath, "In what capacity do you want to stay?"

She stretched her arms comfortably, stretched her waist, and asked with a playful smile: "I stay, Your Royal Highness will terminate the marriage contract with the Frank family, okay?"

"Of course, I said long ago that I have no feelings with Irene." Roger squinted his eyes, like a leopard ready to go, staring at his prey, wanting to see how it will be dying. What tricks can you play.

Anora didn't care at all about the danger he showed. She just wanted to see where his bottom line was. She understood that now was just the beginning.

"His Royal Highness's marriage contract is not just a matter between you and Miss Irene? I have seen Miss Irene's means and strength, and the strength of the Frank family should not be underestimated." Annola blinked playfully. , Still smiling sweetly, "Could it be that your Highness... can offend the entire Frank family for me...?"

"The only thing I want to do is the difference between wanting and not wanting, but there is no difference between being able and unable." Roger "And you, will I stay if I dissolve the contract?"

Anora was noncommittal and reached out and lifted the first plate cover.

For a moment, the smile on her face froze.

Lettuce salad? What dish does she like?

She couldn't help but think of the large lettuce field that Ryan had seen when he took her to visit the manor, and a bad premonition came to him.

Her eyes wandered back and forth between the remaining three plate covers, and in the end she cleared her throat slightly awkwardly, and put the chopsticks back in her hand without a trace, "Ryan is your arm?"

"You can say so." Seeing that she didn't move his chopsticks, Roger was slightly disappointed.

Anora tangled her hair with her fingers, forcing herself to stop thinking about the **** lettuce leaves. "But your Royal Highness said that Ryan would kill me. Will Your Highness kill him for me?"

"Jennifer used to be my arm." Roger did not answer her doubts directly.

But the meaning is very clear, as long as Ryan does it, Jennifer is a living example.

"If Ryan killed me before you found out, wouldn't I have died a bit wrongly?" Anora shook his head pretendingly in distress, as if a little dissatisfied with his answer.

"As long as you stay by my side obediently and stay in the manor, he won't have that opportunity to attack you." Roger's threatening meaning couldn't be more obvious.

After all, he still has to circle her around.

"Since I can do this, I can do that, isn't it..."

Do you want your life?

Anora gritted her teeth and finally swallowed this sentence back into her stomach. Her purpose was only to test Roger's tolerance for her, she was not stupid enough to provoke him with such words.

"It's okay to go out for a meal?"

Roger looked at her suspiciously and asked in disbelief; "Don't you like this salad?"

"I don't like it very much." She also had a hunch that she probably wouldn't like the next three dishes.

"It's okay, I don't like salads

, Among other things, I also learned a few dishes from a famous chef who is said to be from the apocalypse. Roger was unaware of her resistance and insisted on opening the remaining three sets.

They are: fried lettuce, fried beef tendon with lettuce, shredded lettuce with shrimp sauce.

This feeling of being surrounded by lettuce in an instant made Anora rarely feel restless.

"His Royal Highness, I think you have misunderstood. What I don't like is not salad, but lettuce." Facing the four plates of green lettuce, Annola felt that her face should be a little green at this moment. I hate lettuce."

"How can this be..." Roger murmured to himself, "You obviously like lettuce."

Annola was also puzzled when she heard his whispers. She hated lettuce the most since she was a child. It is absolutely impossible to tell Roger that she likes lettuce.

I still remember that when she was a child, because she hated lettuce, her mother was worried that she would develop a picky eater. She took the copy of Lettuce Girl every day and told her every night before going to bed.

As a result, not only did she not like lettuce because of this, she became increasingly disgusted with lettuce...

Fortunately, when her mother saw that she had nothing to say except for resolutely not eating lettuce, she didn't embarrass her anymore, and the lettuce she hated never went to her table again.

It was the fairy tale "Lettuce Girl" that successfully stayed on her bedside. From time to time, her mother would open it and read it again. Mother's voice was very gentle, and she read the book gently and slowly. She always lay on her side next to the young Anora, and while telling the story, she freed her hand to pat Anora softly.

Annola lay quietly in her mother's arms and listened to stories. She often felt that her mother was the princess in those fairy tales. Unlike Anora, Anora's mother has beautiful blonde hair. It is said that she is the descendant of a noble family from far away Europe, and her eyes are beautiful sapphire blue. Apart from the facial features and skin color similar to her mother, Anora followed her father's hair color and pupil color.

Whenever my mother talked about the lettuce girl letting down her long golden hair from the tower, little Anora couldn’t help but look at her mother’s long hair enviously, and sometimes touched it with her little hand. 'S mother always smiles extravagantly.

Thinking of her mother's gentle manner when she was reading for her, Anora's eyes were filled with water mist uncontrollably. Her original good life was easily ruined by someone, and that person was sitting in front of her at this moment, but she couldn't take revenge for her parents right now.

She pretended to rub her eyes carelessly, and took the opportunity to crush tears and killing intent into her amber pupils.

"Nora, are you really unwilling to eat these things? Didn't you say that you like lettuce the most?" Roger's two sword eyebrows were deeply twisted together, and the tone was filled with a touch of sadness. "Even The book on your bedside has been turned back and forth so many times by you, and the legs of the book are worn out."

Anora seemed to understand something.

"Book? You mean the "Lettuce Girl"?" she asked tentatively.

A hint of inexplicable joy flashed through Roger's eyes when he heard this sentence: "Yes, that's the book! You remember, then why did you lie to me and say you don't like it?"

Anora was speechless for a while, and she couldn't laugh or cry.

"I just like that story, it doesn't mean I like that book."

She faintly felt that Roger seemed to be something wrong, and she really couldn't tell where she felt something was wrong.

She didn't have in-depth contact with Roger, let alone tell him these things, but Roger was always extraordinarily determined when talking about her preferences, which made her even more confused.

Suddenly a sentence that Ryan once said sounded in her mind:

"Perhaps from the book, your Highness is very concerned about you."