Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

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Glitter licked the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and took a small silver key from his pants pocket and handed it to Roger. +++ Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

"Of course you can love someone, but the premise is that that person will not threaten your safety. Without telling you, the night you took Anola from the prom, I told someone to go to Apocalypse to investigate her background. An ordinary business woman, a native of Apocalypse. And even if she is Nora Gilgid, she disappeared for so many years and then suddenly approached you, how can you be sure that she did not have another plan? "

Seeing that Roger did not move, Glitter forced the key into his hand.

"I'm sorry to deceive you. If I knew someone would use this to hurt you, then I wish you could not sleep at night. Open this door and you will know what I said is true."

Glitter left these words, and Roger was in place, unable to digest the information for a moment.

Ryan stood silently looking at the two people at the entrance of the stairs from start to finish. He didn't dare to say a word, and was not qualified to step forward.

Glitter brushed away from Ryan. He didn't even give Glitter a trace of Yu Guang, and looked at Roger with anxiety. He wanted to step forward and didn't know what to say at this time. However, Roger spoke first.

"You know that?" Roger stared like a cold star, spit words like frost, and the air field around him was as cold as the moonlight.

Ryan nodded, lowered his head, and sank: "Sorry, Your Highness."

"You don't think she can be Nora?" Roger inserted the key into the keyhole, his fingertips trembling slightly. In fact, he didn't care about Ryan's answer, he was more like asking himself.

With a "click", the door opened a small gap. In Roger's memory, the locked room on this floor was his and Nora's memories.

Roger pushed gently, and the door slowly opened in front of him.

The entire third floor was empty, there were only two rattan chairs facing the side, and the dusty memories rolled at that moment.

He never had a so-called reunion with Nola, and it was just dreams after dreams. Long thoughts made him indulge in it. In the final analysis, it was not Glitter hypnotizing him, but he himself hypnotizing himself.

It turned out that Ryan had always been alert to Anola because of this. In their eyes, Nora is a dead man who has long since passed away. They are two very different people from Anola.

The worry in Ryan's eyes was getting deeper and deeper. His blue eyes were like lakes with huge waves hidden in his eyes. I do not know when he had come behind Roger, staring at him wistfully, waiting to listen His orders.

He is even more important to Roger than Roger, who was afraid that such a blow would get Roger out of control.

On the contrary, however, Roger is now more sober and calm than ever before. He knows people's doubts and suspicions, and even someone will whisper behind him.

If he hadn't seen the glimpse of Anola at the ball, he might have thought he was crazy.

If Anola is n’t Nora, she has no reason to show such a murderous look to Roger, who is a stranger to her, reminiscent of her indifference, her respectfulness, and an idea gradually forming in Roger's mind .

Roger pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Gleet's number. The call was connected almost instantly. There was a gust of wind in the handset. Gleet was still on his way home.

"Do you believe me?"

"Roger ..."

"You look

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Believe me? "Roger's voice was calm.

Glitter sighed helplessly, he knew Roger's perseverance, and he said everything to him before leaving, and he couldn't persuade him.

"Glit, I know exactly what I'm doing. I still need you to do me a favor." Roger's tone was not as indifferent and tough as it used to be, and it sounded extremely sincere.

Glitter was silent for a long time. There was only the sound of hunting and hunting in the receiver. He looked back at the two unopened document bags on the back seat, exhaled a long breath, and his tone was helpless:

"wait for me."

Turn around and drive back to Roger's manor.

Born to the royal family, they have been used to various killings almost since birth. They have long been used to wrapping themselves in indifferent shells. No one except Gritt knows why Roger is so attached to Nora.

Even if he said that most of the world would just sniff, but the fact is that the girl who was carrying a gun and willing to take risks for a stranger, with a murderous look, cracked a crack on Roger's hard shell, which made him feel warm.

Glitter went straight up to the third floor, and Roger lay on the wicker chair. He closed his eyes, his face was calm, and not as sad as Glitter thought.

Glitter threw the paper bag in his hand to Roger, and lay down in the rattan chair beside him, lying with his two long legs at random, he could not help but feel the painful left cheek. Grumbles: "You're really rude."

Roger slowly opened his eyes, slowly opened the document bag, and asked, "What is this?"

"Bomb!" Glitter rolled his eyes angrily. "One is an investigation report by Anola and the other is an investigation report by Nora Gilgid."

Roger pulled a stack of thick documents out of the bag and glanced at them. He didn't know how many times he had read this document about Nora Gilgid, and his heart was almost out of his mind.

Another report on Anola was a lot thinner by comparison. Her childhood record was very small and bland. The family flourished in her teens, and it has grown rapidly in recent years.

Roger's expression became more and more soothing. After reading these two reports, he was even more firm in his mind.

"Didn't Anola even have a picture when she was a kid?" Roger smiled, and Griet looked puzzled.

"She didn't have a prominent family when she was a kid, and she was in a distant Apocalypse. Isn't it normal to have no photos?" Gritt asked rhetorically.

Roger tossed the two document bags randomly on the ground, his grimace was full of smiles, and he was unconsciously brisk even with a tone: "With your ability, even a single photo can make a remake. Get it? "

Glitter twisted her eyebrows slightly, and raised her cheeks in one hand, thinking carefully.

"If you ca n’t get a picture, you can only prove her period. There was n’t a single picture in Apocalypse. If she could n’t even take a picture in her childhood, how did she settle down in just two decades? In a short period of time, he quickly became an oil trader who can trade abroad? "

"Perhaps there is a huge power to settle down. In order to protect the heirs, he didn't leave a single picture deliberately?" Griet's brow tightened.

He had seen Nora's body with his own eyes. Although his face was blurred and unrecognizable, both the missing wisdom tooth and the scar on the right calf were right.

"And now Anola is seven points similar to Nora

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There is a big gap between everything else. "

Roger lifted his chin and motioned him to look at the file bag on the ground: "Nora now has changed a lot from her childhood, but look at the only photo she left in Apocalypse, as she is young It was like her now. "

He stood up and stretched, as if persuading Grit, as if persuading himself: "There are many similar people in the world, but can there be such similar people, do they really exist?"

"Oh." Glitter picked up two reports of Anola and narrowed his eyes, a bitter smile on his face, murmured, "The eagle playing pecked the eagle."

Seeing that Roger was about to leave, Glitter asked quickly, "What are you going to do? Don't you have anything else for me to help?"

"No need, I'll prove my suspicion myself." Roger waved his hands without turning his head, and strode away from the castle.

Anola's attitude towards herself must be related to her disappearing for so many years, and her disappearance must be inseparable from the catastrophe of the year. Tracing back to the source, everything must be said from the Gilgid castle. He must prove her. Nora!

Roger drove to the apartment. The night-time business district was no longer bustling. The streets were quiet. Occasionally, there were three or two people in several 24-hour convenience stores. The speeding car sent its engine in an empty city. Great roar.

He parked at the door of the apartment at will, knocking Anola's door eagerly.

Anola was wearing a white silk robe, and Ryan ’s luggage was still messy on the sofa at night. When she saw Roger, her face collapsed. In the middle of the night, she thought it was Tang Hao and Chu. Qian got the news to see her, and opened the door without much thought.

She was about to close the door, but Roger rushed to the door and dragged her out of the door.

Anola was almost furious. He said that he would no longer bother her when she moved here. She even promised to watch a drama with him tomorrow, why would she come to torture her in the middle of the night!

Roger shoved her into the car with a cold face, drove to the nearest open area, made a phone call, and three minutes later, there was a sound of helicopter propeller rotation in the sky, and then a helicopter stopped firmly at them Front of an empty lawn.

Roger pulled her off the car, and Anola was wary, not knowing what tricks he was going to play, but no matter what she said, Roger kept silent.

When the helicopter descended again, Anola's heart almost stopped beating. The messy city in front of her was her hometown. The ruins were the castle where she once lived, and her sore tears could hardly be hidden. .

Roger stood less than a foot behind her. He could see her shoulders trembling slightly because of depression. Her long brown chestnut hair was lifted and put down by the night wind. He wanted to hug her and calm her now. , But he tried to hold back.

His tone was exceptionally calm and he could not hear the slightest wave: "Are you crying?"

"No." Anola kept her final sanity firmly, straightened her back, and tried to use a calm voice, "It's just a bit cold."

After all, a windbreaker covered her, with a scent of soothing fragrance on Roger's body. His hands pressed against her shoulders, and a warm current flowed from his palm, but his tone was indifferent.

"Why can't you admit it? Nora, this is your home. Now under this ruin, the bones of your loved ones are buried. They are here to rot, and they receive the wind and rain with these dirt and rubble. Not dare? "

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