Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps her head was already wet, she raised her head slightly to peek… And couldn't take her eyes off him anymore. She was captivated by the rich and complex emotions in his eyes.

Gentle, lingering, and… what else could it be?


She had used all her vocabulary to find a word that could describe it. But, she searched her mind but couldn't find a word that could describe that gaze.

Her eyes gradually became confused. She couldn't understand this person's gaze.

The feeling was very familiar, but also very strange.


A warm hand gently placed itself on her forehead.

He gently rubbed the scars that would never disappear.


'It must have hurt a lot back then."

That person gently asked her.

She felt uncomfortable with this gentleness, so she placed her hand on his, and said without hesitation: 'It doesn't hurt."

Her body had experienced more pain than this wound.

Ask her if it hurts. What's the point of pretending?

At that moment, she thought.

A red swelling immediately appeared on the back of the man's hand.

Reuben glared, but the man waved his hand: "Everyone goes out."

Reuben didn't want to leave, at this time, all the servants and butlers in the house had left.

In a flash, only he and she were left in the large living room.

The man raised his hand to rub the swollen back of his hand, and said softly: "It doesn't hurt."

She didn't know how to break this silence.

That person's voice rang out again: "I still remember your 18th birthday party. At that time, your appearance was often puffing up your mouth and showing your claws, not even letting me look you in the eye. I still remember you at that time, like a tiger cub smiling and showing its fangs. How interesting."

"I don't remember those things anymore."

She just wanted to sing the melody back to him.

'I still remember, one summer afternoon, you were resting under the tree, at that time I thought you were sleeping so I stole a kiss on your lips."

'I don't remember." She didn't admit it.

The man just laughed when he heard that.

'I still remember on Valentine's Day, you learned how to make chocolate from other girls, and secretly put it in my school bag."

'Finally fed it to the dog."

The man's laughter rang out, showing that he was amused by her: 'No, the chocolate you made, my dog ​​also hates it."

'That's right, you've always hated me." She suddenly felt deceived by him and added uncomfortably.

'No, I'll eat it later." The man retracted the smile on his face, his face sincere, but there was still a smile.

"After that, I had to have an IV for three days because of a stomach ulcer, and my stomach hurt for three days."

Is that so?

She wanted to tease him for slandering others. But there was one thing in her memory, it was when she arrived at Elise's house that the maid told her that their young master had eaten spoiled food and was hospitalized. "I remember, when I was playing volleyball, you secretly took a lot of pictures of me." After saying that, the man raised his hand towards her: "Where are those pictures? They should be returned to their owner."

"I threw them away."

Hearing this, the man stared at her.

She almost panicked at his attitude and words.

She angrily said: "Milan. What do you want to do? Recall memories?"

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Slivana hurried to the old villa of the Elise house.

'You appointed it?"

He asked Mr. Elise who was leisurely drinking tea, for no reason.

'You came here for no reason. You treat me like this?" Mr. Elise put down his teacup, his face darkened.

'You appointed Butler Smith to do so. If not, how could Butler Smith dare to do so?"

'What kind of person is Butler Smith, what kind of person did he appoint?"

'Ashley was in trouble, you were the one who tolerated it. I ask you, is that right?" Slivana was angry.

Mr. Elise heard Ashley's name, his face suddenly darkened: 'What? Now you want to confront your grandfather because of her?"

'So that means… you admit it."

Slivana clenched his fists, so angry that his whole body trembled: 'Which eye of yours did she anger?"

'No matter what, it made me angry."

'She's just a girl, what did she do? After all, she calls you grandpa, you are considered her senior. What deep grudge do you have that you want to harm her?"

'Gina's matter, don't say you didn't do it on purpose, don't say it has nothing to do with you. At first, you secretly plotted against her. Now you instigate Butler Smith, can't you let her go? I still don't understand, what did she do to offend you that you tortured her like this?"

Mr. Elise was furious, smashing the teacup in his hand: 'Where did she offend me? She offended me everywhere. Each of you is fascinated by her. At first, I should have destroyed her face, to see how she could seduce men."

Slivana couldn't believe his ears: 'You're so old and still saying such words? What is seducing men? Why do you say such harsh words?"

'Did I say something wrong? My two grandchildren, one by one, turned their backs on me because of her. Each of them abandoned their country because of her. She is a disaster. At first, when she was still young, I should have sent her to the mountains. That way my two grandchildren wouldn't have become people who don't know who they are anymore."

'Slivana suddenly grasped the key point: 'What do you want to say in the end?"

Mr. Elise sneered: 'What I said is not important. What is important is, that my two grandchildren have been deceived by her. How can the descendants of the Elise family hide under women's skirts? The descendants of the Elise family must be ruthless, must be tough. They are not led by women."

'That's why you keep attacking her?"

'That's right, the two of you, give up your careers, don't care, just surround her. How can the grandson of the Elise family be like that?"

Mr. Elise's face was gloomy: 'I'll tell you, she can only hide for a while."

The meaning in his words was, he would still attack her.

Slivana took a cold breath: 'What else do you want me to do?"

'First, you have to do well what the descendants of the Elise family should do. Our family must not respect women."

Slivana was furious, but facing this old man in front of him, he couldn't do anything.

There was no way to defend himself, if Mr. Elise still wanted to attack her, he really couldn't defend himself.

He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, after a long while, he loosened his clenched fist, like a chicken with a broken wing, and said: "Is it... from now on, if I don't contact her anymore, then you won't attack her anymore?"

At first, Mr. Elise wanted to reply: "Of course not." But when the words reached his mouth, he saw the pleading in Slivana's eyes, so he stopped, raised his head, and said: "Maybe. Of the two of them, one of them couldn't be saved. If you have nothing to do with her in the future, I promise you, I will not touch her again."

Slivana stared at the old man in front of him: "You have to keep your word."

"I always say what I do."

Slivana nodded: "This is the last time. If I follow your arrangement, do everything you want, and you still touch her. I will... I will die alone."

This was considered a farewell to Mr. Elise.

There was a bit of unhappiness in Mr. Elise's eyes, but he still nodded: "Okay."