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The housekeeper’s voice is getting smaller and the sweat beads are getting more and more dense. It is estimated that the whole Tyra cannot find a second person to dare to let Roger wait...The premise is that he does not know the existence of Anora...

Roger didn't say anything, and left in a big stride. Before leaving, he told the butler to tell Gritt that if it was about Irene, he had better not say a word. +++ Catino Novel Network lightnovelpub.net

Frank, a distant relative who couldn't fight, suddenly asked Gritt to sit down. He didn't need to think about what they were doing, but he didn't want to waste time on Irene.

The Franks must resolve it as soon as possible.

The moon had already risen when Grett came to the manor, Roger sat motionless on the sofa in a daze, the cold moonlight hitting him, he was like a stone sculpture without temperature.

Ryan wanted to greet Gritt but was stopped by her raising his hand. He took the blanket in Ryan's hand and put it on his body, quietly nesting into the one-person sofa on the side like an orange cat. The look was a bit tired, and the hair behind his head was still curled up restlessly.

Roger finally realized Gritt's arrival, and looked at him carefully when he saw his rare silence.

The right sleeve of his shirt is full of folds, and there are even a few strange light-colored spots. His eyes are always shining all the time. His eyes are also dimmed at this moment. It can be seen that it should be Frank. The family was entangled not lightly, maybe Green was entangled for some time after returning home.

Before Roger could ask, Gritt sighed first, his tone full of resentment.

"The mother of your fiancée is really cruel."

"You are closer together." Roger said indifferently, seeing that he really didn't want to have anything to do with the Franks.

The royal family of Dorne has been married to the Franks for a long time. The birth mother of Gretel and Green is Irene’s cousin. The relationship between the two families is quite close. When Gretel’s father was alive, the two families often had contacts. , Just as Gullett faded out of political affairs in the past few years, the contacts have gradually decreased.

Today, Grett had just finished inspecting the winery, and he was stopped by the Frank's housekeeper on the street. It was not said that his cousin missed his nephew, so he must go to sit at home and sit down until the evening.

It's not that Gritt didn't know what abacus they were playing, but it was relatives in the end. It really couldn't save face, and he suffered a long time of torment in vain.

"I said that I was invited by my cousin. I didn’t see where my cousin was before I left, but my aunt and Irene, who cried at me as soon as I walked in, and didn’t cry at myself. They just kept going. Crying my mother, I wondered that when my mother passed away, I didn't see them so sad, but after many years, did I remember it again?"

As Gritt said, recalling the scene at the time, he couldn't help but slammed hard, and sighed: "If it weren't for being born into a nobleman's unspoken business, if their mother and daughter become actors, they should be a future It's beautiful."

Roger was accustomed to this too, and Irene used to have something uncomfortable, so he was embarrassed to ask him, and to pester Gretel like this.

"What about your thoughts?" Roger asked nonchalantly.

Gritt's thin lips opened lightly, showing a bitter smile that was more ugly than crying, and smiled: "If I speak, would you let Ryan pack me and throw it out?"

Roger thought about it for a few seconds and nodded firmly:

"meeting."

"So how often did I talk to you!" From the corner of his eyes, Gritt caught sight of Ryan, who was already about to move, and quickly wrapped up the blanket and shrank into the depths of the sofa.

The two fell silent, and only their breathing and the ticking of clocks could be heard in the living room.

"What's on your sleeve?" In fact, Roger was very concerned about this question from the moment Glitter entered the door, but asking it at this time, it was a bit like looking for something to say.

Gritt turned his arm, glanced at the mark of Roger's finger, shrugged indifferently, and said in a pretentiously relaxed tone: "It should be Green’s tears, or snot, you don’t know. , An injection from a young age was like killing him."

Roger is very clear about Green’s position in Grit’s heart. Grit’s mother had a dystocia and hemorrhage when he gave birth to Green. At that time, their father was far away on the battlefield, and there was only Grit’s one and a half older children in the family.

Seeing Huitian's powerlessness, Gritt's mother begged the doctor to let her see Gritt before she died, and told Gritt not to hate this child. This child is his blood relative, the younger brother whose mother had exchanged his life. Therefore, in Gritt's heart, Green is not only his younger brother, but also his promise to his mother.

Who would have imagined that the **** who wandered outside was a reliable elder brother of his father and brother at home.

"I'm sorry." Roger looked at the folds on his sleeves, and naturally guessed that this was the mark left by Green when he was struggling.

"It doesn't matter to you, that kid is too courageous." Gritt's cynical peachy eyes sank, revealing a rare and serious appearance.

"He's just being naive. Naive is the rarest thing in the royal family." Roger sighed almost imperceptibly.

"Similarly, innocence is the most useless in the royal family." Gritt's eyes slowly became murderous, like a hungry eagle, unlike his usual dignity.

Seeing his expression, Roger knew that he was reminded of the accident that year. After the accident, the two of them worked together to eliminate the family that had murdered Green, but the trauma Green suffered as a result could not be healed.

In order to protect him, Gretel chose to abandon the party fight and take care of the winery wholeheartedly. His various forces have scattered all over the world along with the winery's business, and occasionally help Roger a little favor.

Upon seeing this, Roger couldn't say anything, he could only wait for him to calm down before speaking.

"I need you to do me a favor." Roger twisted his eyebrows, and he pursed his lips, as if he had made some secret determination. "I always feel that Nora has changed a lot. I really can't figure out why she came back this time. It’s changed like a person."

With what Roger said, Gritt's face became more and more ugly, his face was blue, and the word "Chuan" was carved between his forehead with two light eyebrows.

"Are you sure she is Nora?" Gritt's tone was so calm that it seemed a little cold.

"What do you mean?" Roger was aware of his unusual changes, and he concealed in his heart that things seemed to have something else hidden. Maybe Gritt was hiding something from him. "Others don't know, don't you know?"

Gritt took a deep breath, his ten fingers tightened secretly, and he said solemnly: "I mean, you have only seen it once, can you really be sure that she is the Nora you have been looking for?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't I tell you when Nora came back last time?" Roger's uneasiness slowly expanded, and he himself was a little shaken.

"I'm sorry." Greet lowered his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry, I lied to you."

"The Nora in your mouth saved you back then, and you have been thinking about her since then. I helped you find her. But when we arrived that year, we were a step late. The Gilgid family was bloodbathed and no one was spared. You The so-called Nora was not spared from the disaster. My men found the girl's body, completely unrecognizable."

Heavy memories flooded into his mind, and Roger interrupted Gritt coldly: "I said, that's not her, it's totally unrecognizable. How can you tell that she is Nora, not to mention that she is clearly alive."

Greet looked at him stubbornly, his heart seemed to be scratched by something, Grete was not in a hurry to refute him, but took a few deep breaths and said slowly:

"Yes, you said the same at the time. You insisted on moving the Kyrgyz castle to Tyra, and you said you wanted to wait for her to return and return the house to her intact. But at that time there was only time to move her room, Kyrgyz De’s enemies turned back, perhaps because they thought we were from the Gilged family. They bombed the place. If it weren’t for the evacuation in time, you would have been blown to pieces like the old castle."

"What are you trying to say? You don't need to remind me of these past events. I remember them better than anyone else." Roger's eyes gradually became bloodthirsty, and he was like a lion on the verge of losing control.

That scene entered his dreams more than once and tortured his mind and body, so he had been searching for his Nora. He had seen the corpse, and he didn't believe it was Nora.

The girl with a high spirits carrying a weapon would definitely not fall down so easily.

"Yes, you remember better than anyone else, so that those memories once became your nightmare, haunting you, making you sleepless at night and ignorant of food." Gritt looked at him firmly, he didn't want Roger to do A nightmare is dangerous for the body.

He doesn’t care if Roger marries Irene or not. Even if Roger cannot get the help of the Franks, he and his majesty will do their best to help him succeed to the throne. But now Anora has become Roger’s nightmare again. Nora can do everything, which will affect his judgment and become an obstacle to him.

"This story is true up to here." Gritt stood up and led Roger to the corridor from the second floor to the third floor, the door closed tightly.

Gritt said in a calm and cruel tone: "But in the following story, your re-meeting with Nora is fake.

You were entangled by those nightmares all day long, and your majesty worried you called me into the palace secretly. I was ordered to hypnotize you and try to untie your knots, but I did not expect that the obsession in my heart was so deep. Only then can you sleep peacefully. His Royal Highness thinks that this will make you no longer depressed.

But I don’t think so. You are just escaping from reality in your sleep. Nora is dead. Instead of giving you hopeless hope and making you wait for someone you can’t wait for, it’s better for you to recognize reality, and I can’t bear it after all. You are sad again, in the last hypnosis, I pretended Nora to say goodbye to you..."

"enough!"

Roger gave Gritt a hard punch, and his delicate left cheek swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a **** breath filled his mouth.