Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

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It ’s strange that the house does n’t look like a group of servants like Anola ’s imagination. There is only a young man in a black suit, a little curly blond hair, fairer skin than ordinary people, and a black suit is his The skin is like white porcelain, the eyes are beautiful water blue, like a transparent lake. +++ Cartino Novel Network www.wuxiaspot.com

Anora froze at the first sight of him, this is probably the most beautiful man she has ever seen.

"Welcome home, Your Highness." He bowed respectfully to Roger, without saying anything else.

"He is the housekeeper here, Ryan. In the future, you will be responsible for your daily life. If you need to tell him at any time." Then, Roger handed Ryan the jacket he had just taken off and attached it to her. He whispered softly, "Of course, I prefer you to tell me at any time."

Roger didn't know that every time he whispered to Anola like this, Anola couldn't wait to unscrew his head with his bare hands.

If you think about it, she will not act lightly when she is not completely sure. She does not need to deal a fatal blow to Roger. She wants him to lose his reputation and be driven away from Chu Jun by embarrassment.

"This is Nora ..."

"Anora!" Anora wondered why Roger insisted that she was Nora, and she was convinced that she did nothing unusual and could not reveal her identity.

If it's out of intuition, that intuition is a bit scary.

Roger looked at her petulantly, with a nasty smile on his face, and continued as if nothing had happened: "You understand."

"Yes, I will take good care of it ..." Ryan peeped at Roger without a hint, and said with a gaze, "Miss Anola."

As soon as Ryan's words were finished, Roger couldn't wait to pull her up to the second floor, heading for a room with a closed door at the end.

"Open it." Roger didn't push the door directly in, but stopped at the door and looked at her with anticipation, waiting for her to open the door by herself, as if there were rare treasures waiting for her. Watch.

Anola looked at him suspiciously, and could not help but be more vigilant, she really couldn't figure out what Roger was playing.

However, he did so many things, so as not to kill himself unintentionally, but just a door, what danger can be. And look at his expression, most probably to show her what was the promise of a teenager.

After much hesitation, Anola finally opened the door. Even though she was fully prepared, her tears were almost over when she saw the furnishings in the room.

It was exactly the same as her bedroom!

Both the style and placement of the bed were exactly the same as those of her bedroom. The color of the paint on the walls was a bit faded, and I could see that it had been painted for a long time. The closet in the corner, the pattern on the closet and the angle of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, even the book on the desk and the daffodil on the windowsill, everything is so familiar.

All the furnishings were spotless, as if someone had been living here.

Annola was a little embarrassed. She almost thought that she had opened the door to some other world. She traveled back to her hometown and back to a good time before. Before going to bed, Dad would read to her the story of the Gilgit family hundreds of times. After she fell asleep, she would gently kiss her forehead with her mother, and stomped on the door.

Anola fisted her fist, her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and she barely maintained the calm look on her face with this pain.

Everything is gone, and it is no longer the parents who treated her like pearls and treasures, but the creators who ruined her happiness.

What expression is he looking at at this moment? Fun? Want to admire her gaffe, and worry about killing someone? Watch her collapse? Let her kneel and ask for mercy?

Whatever it is, she will never obey him.

"It's beautiful." She was calm and bland, but her throat was a little tight and her ending trembled unconsciously.

"I knew you would like it." Roger breathed a sigh of relief, although his nervousness had never been expressed, but it was real.

He missed her all the time, everything about her. During the time she disappeared, they remembered that he had to sip out every night to savor.

Her smile, her tears, the furnishings of her room, the streets she walked with, every dress she wore, every hair accessory she wore, everything she engraved in his mind, unable to erase.

"No, I don't like it." Anola closed the door and closed her head. She turned and smiled at Roger with a charming smile. "Everything is so elegant here. I like bright colors."

The sudden wind and dust made Roger a little strange. Nora in his memory was innocent and innocent, with only a bit of playfulness and British spirit.

"Tomorrow I will let Ryan arrange someone to prepare a room for you again, and live here for the time being." Roger turned sharply, showing a rather evil smile, "Still, you want to live with me ? "

With so obvious hints in his words and undisguised naked eyes, Anora was startled, her eyebrows tightened slightly, and she could not help but take a step back.

Does this man have schizophrenia? At the moment she angered her, she had no doubt that he would let her disappear directly into the world, even though the chill around him on the way back filled her with defense, but after entering the manor, he seemed to change It seemed like a person, or that she had forgotten all the unhappiness before, and talked to her calmly, even with a touch of flattery.

It's like a little child who has prepared gifts, eager to get praise from adults.

Where could her little gesture escape Roger's eyes, he slightly hooked his lips.

It turned out to be pretended, and it was exposed when it scared.

Roger is in a good mood. He is more confident. He believes that he can control Annola. "I have a little thing to deal with. Let Ryan take you around the manor. If you are tired, sleep for a while. I will Come back with you for dinner and wait for me. "

The tone of mood was like a newly-wed, Yaner, who was speaking to Jiao's wife when his husband was out of love.

Anola wanted him to leave immediately, pretending that he didn't hear, and looked around the layout of the second floor.

As soon as Roger left Ryan, he appeared behind Anola. Such an agile skill is by no means innocuous in his appearance. It is indeed a monarch of the kingdom and there are no mortals around her. She immediately thought of the security measures here. I have a headache, and it is difficult to leave here silently.

"Ms. Anola, there are some private matters that need to be dealt with, Your Highness, I will show you the manor next, please follow me." Although Ryan looked obedient and courteous, there didn't seem to be any unwillingness in his tone, or There is also a bit of hostility.

Anola stopped in front of the staircase connecting the second and third floors and stared at the closed door on the third floor for a moment of contemplation.

Who would be okay to set a door on the stairs? There may be some unusual secrets upstairs that might help her to bring down Roger.

"Can't you take me to the third floor to see?" Anola blinked, her face innocent and playful.

If other men can't stop this temptation, Ryan is like a piece of wood, half-moved.

"I'm sorry, no one can open the door without His Highness' permission." Ryan was indifferent and could not hear any emotions. "Come with me."

Anola

I glanced at the door and shrugged indifferently, thinking to myself: You don't want to show me, I can figure it out later.

"Well then, I'm hungry. Can I take me to the kitchen to find something to eat now?" Annola said calmly, Roger gave her a face to see she was patient, and a housekeeper wanted to show her a face. May be thinking too much.

This time Woodman Ryan did not refuse, "Please follow me."

They walked around for more than ten minutes and finally saw the kitchen.

"Excuse me, are Chu Jun's kitchens so exaggerated?" Although Anola was also a nobleman, but compared to the royal family, it was only a matter of hope.

This kitchen is too big. It can be used as a banquet in the lobby.

"It's not an exaggeration. This manor is just another court of the Highness. The palace is bigger." Ryan's response to this was very bland, and it seemed to be no surprise.

A word suddenly came to Anola's mind: Zhumen's wine smelled bad, and the road had frozen bones.

"But he's only one, isn't he?"

"Strictly speaking, yes, the servant's kitchen is not in the castle, but elsewhere in the manor." Ryan opened the refrigerator and closed it impassively. "Maybe Miss Anola would not mind, please go to the living room. Sit, eat some fruit? "

"Why?" Ryan's attitude made her suddenly puzzled.

She was hungry, but her most important purpose was to take a knife from the kitchen to protect herself. In case Roger's beastly hair is out of order with her, she will at least not wait.

"There are only raw vegetables and fruits in the refrigerator. You know, Your Highness's meals are prepared on-site, there is no ... leftovers." Ryan said calmly.

He couldn't tell her that the leftovers were in the maid's room, and let her go to the maid's room to eat. His Highness was afraid that he would send him to the deepest part of the desert, leaving him to die on his own.

That's right, Anola was worried about how to calmly follow the knife, now it's all right, Ryan passed the reason to her.

"It doesn't matter, I can come by myself, just make a little bit and eat it myself. Where are the knives? Can you trouble me to help me wash the vegetables?" Annola's mood improved, and her smile was more sincere.

Before she could taste the joy carefully, Ryan broke her thoughts in one sentence.

"Sorry, there are no knives here."

"No tools?"

"Where is this?"

"His Royal Highness's kitchen."

"There are no knives in the kitchen?"

"No, obey His Majesty's orders. All the kitchen utensils are kept by the chef and carried with them in case others tamper with it." Ryan said, looking at Anola's eyes a little Cold, this woman will need a knife as soon as possible, for fear of impure purpose.

Anola never counted. Roger had no knife in his kitchen. The knife was brought by the chef!

This is too cautious!

"His Royal Highness is Chu Jun, why can't I be taken care of by my side?" Ryan took her for granted, as if she was accusing her of making a fuss silently. His Highness' safety is paramount. "

Knowing that it wouldn't help to stay there, Anola simply went to the restaurant and waited, tapping the table with one hand, thinking what to do next?

And Roger's car had just returned to the manor with Anola, and the news reached Irene's ear.

As soon as she got home on her front feet, news came from Andre on her hind feet, and she didn't even have time to sit down. She really can't take care of any lady's manners at this moment, the vigor of the ladies, can't wait to rush to the manor to kill the wild woman by herself now!