Chapter 972 Become a servant for you (49)

   "." Mia frowned, "I guessed it myself, no one told me."

   Just, maybe?

  How could Mr. Delahera believe such a reason?

   Even he himself has forgotten this sentence.

   And she actually said it.

  Mr. Delahera looked at her tenderly: "Is the master just angry because of this?"

   "." Mia didn't speak, and hummed, "What? Shouldn't I be angry?"

   Of course it should.

  Mr. Delahera smiled again.

   "Then, please master punish me as much as you want, so that I can make up for my past mistakes."

   As he spoke, he knelt down slowly, kneeling beside her skirt, showing a pious gesture.

   "I don't know master, how do you want to punish my past mistakes and ignorance?"

   "." Mia was startled.

   "You, are you mistaken?"

  She thought—

  Mr. Delahera took her hand and placed it on his face.

  He gazed at her tenderly, smiled, and said, "Master, De La Hela knows that I was wrong, can you forgive me?"

   "If I can get your forgiveness, I will be very grateful, and I will always remember your kindness."

   "." She pouted slightly, "Then what if I don't want to forgive you?"

  Mr. Delahera obediently pressed against her palm, and whispered: "Master, please, don't treat me like this."

   "I will always listen to you, as long as you ask, Draherah will do everything for you."

  Mia was silent for a while, and tried: "Then you go out first?"

  Mr. Drahera smiled and shook his head: "Master hasn't forgiven Drahera yet."

  It means—he's disobedient again.

   Mia: "."

   "If I never forgive you, will you kneel here forever?"

  Drahera looked at her with a quiet smile.

   "." Mia let out a long sigh in her heart.

   Sure enough, although he said he listened to her, he clearly had his own opinions at the bottom.

  Obviously the position of the Blood Servant, but he is getting stronger and stronger, more and more undeniable.

  Mia looked at him helplessly: "Sir, what are you thinking? Why are you always willing to be my blood servant?"

  Although she chose him in front of everyone, she didn't intend to treat him as a blood servant, nor did she think that he would really agree.

  It turned out to be beyond her expectation, he agreed, and played the role of blood servant very well.

  The identity is completely substituted, so that she can't pick out any mistakes.

  After learning of his identity, she was even more puzzled, not understanding why he did this.

  It wasn't until Princess Nisha told her the reason that she vaguely understood that he probably had been in a high position for too long and had no interest in life, so after such an accident happened to her, he thought it was fun, and that's why.

  Mia thought about it, but she could understand it.

  So she slowly helped him up and said, "Sir, you don't have to do this."

   "Even if it's a game, you don't have to, after all, you're noble—"

   "This is not a game." Mr. Delahera interrupted her with a faint smile.

  The light shone on his face, his pale and handsome face was extremely gentle, like a venomous snake coiling around silently.

  Cold hands gently covered her cheeks, he smiled slightly and said:

   "Master, when you kissed me for the first time, I stopped treating you as a toy."

   "Master, Drahera wants to tell you that this is not a game, but my wish."

  (end of this chapter)