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She didn't stop or answer. She froze, but continued to walk into his room and run the bath water for him.

"The water is ready. What are you wearing? I'll prepare it for you."

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that Hans was sitting in the sofa with a lighted cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't smoke. He just lowered his hand on the end table.

She had completely calmed down, and her voice returned to indifference. She walked towards him and glanced at the white jade ashtray under his hand. There was no ash in it, but can see a light blue pattern in it clearly.

Hearing her words, Hans, who had been slightly lowering his eyes, coldly looked up at her for a second, but did not answer her question.

The next moment, he stubbed the cigarette out ruthlessly and threw it into the ashtray.

Seeing him striding into the bathroom, Celia pursed her lips slightly. After hesitating for a while, she turned around and walked into the cloakroom. She found a set of pajamas of a cabinet from full of the high-end and famous brands. The fabric was extremely soft in her hand. She opened the cabinet next to it and took out an underwear from it. She felt a little uncomfortable when she did these things.

Although she had done countless mental construction for herself, telling herself to treat him as the man she liked. But that hateful man seemed to always provoke her on purpose, and the disgust in his eyes made her unable to ignore it.

as possible. Then she gently knocked on the bathroom door. Hans's low

skipped a

gently twisted the cold doorknob. The bathroom door slowly opened in front of her, and a faint steam pervaded. Her sight

"I put them here."

the door and said in an

car in the night and headed for the

get some medicine back, but before he could react,

frowned slightly. Hans must want to use it for Celia, the

had spent the whole afternoon with her and had a good impression of her. He thought she was a clean and pure woman. Although she trade herself

bathroom, he called

position of his left chest. Under his fingers, there was a long but clear scar. The hatred in his heart seemed to spread from this position, and gradually became

resentful voice sounded in the depths of his memory "Let go of my

night that he dared not recall easily. In a shabby rental house, the little boy was crying and

dare you stab me with a