Chapter 751 A Door Can't Trap Me

There was no knock on the door until night.

Hilary looked at her watch. It was late. He shouldn't have come, right?

Thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she put down her guard and fell asleep.

Somehow, she didn't sleep well tonight. She frowned and bit her lips from time to time.

——Hilary, don't you understand what those hooligans are thinking?

——Yes! I just don't understand! I couldn't figure it out! 'Willie, you've already abandoned me, and now you have no right to discipline me!'!

In a daze, she seemed to be dreaming.

The scene in her dream was very dim and she couldn't see clearly where it was. It was strange, but it was the first time that she had heard the voice in her dream so clearly.

It was the voice of Willie and her. Girls were crying in the dark.

——I just want to indulge myself and humiliate myself. 'Willie, it's none of your business. Those rascals are better than you!'!

What kind of dream was this? Only the sound could be heard, and no one could be seen. What rascal? 'Am I so stupid in my dream?'

——Say it again.

Hilary had heard such a tone in reality. It was probably that the freak man, Willie, was about to get angry.

——Just say it! I would rather go with them than stay with you for one more minute!

——Hilary, do you know the consequences of going with them?

——I...

Vaguely, she could only hear the girl crying hysterically. Later, the voice became weaker and weaker, and Hilary could no longer hear what the man said later.

——Go away!

——No! Please, No.

Whose voice was it? The roar was so painful.

"… No. "

Sweat dripped from Hilary's forehead. She murmured with her eyes closed, trying to wake herself up, but the voice in her dream was like a curse that she could not avoid.

"Hil..."

Whose voice was it? Gentle and affectionate.

She felt a warm feeling on her face, and she felt the familiar breath from her forehead, winding down and stopping between the woman's lips.

"HMM." Hilary snorted and came out of that strange dream. The heat on her lips made her half awake. She opened her eyes slightly and saw the man's face.

In an instant, she woke up!

"Willie..." She tried hard to push the man away, but her strength was too weak to see the man move at all.

"How... How did you get in here?"

She had locked the door...

His slender and bony fingers touched the middle of her eyebrows, and the place where his fingertips swept across made Hilary's heart beat faster. In the light, Willie's face was particularly charming. He looked into her eyes without saying anything.

"A door can't trap me."

She seemed to understand what he meant, but there was still confusion in her eyes.

"You... Can you get up first? "

He pressed her like this, making her feel bad. Her breath began to panic, especially when she saw his deep eyes staring at her. Her heart was no longer calm, and there was even an inexplicable restlessness.

He didn't stand up, but neither did he continue to kiss her. However, when they looked into each other's four eyes in such a quiet way, Hilary's face turned red, as if she wanted to find a hole to hide.

"I, I..." If it went on like

or breath. She was almost defeated.

Then she looked at herself in the mirror. Her fair skin was winding down, and her collarbone was full of the marks left by that person.

"What a shame!" She covered her face and couldn't bear to look straight at it.

Hilary, why did you compromise last night!

Damn it! Every time he played the handsome man trick, she couldn't stand it.

It seemed that she had to learn more methods to deal with this old fox in the future.

At this moment, Hilary set up a long-term ideal that no matter how much she was eaten, she would be respected!

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and full of artistic atmosphere. Wherever they went, they could see all kinds of "artists" with different behaviors using their own ways to convey the beauty.

It was such an artistic capital. Hilary had imagined countless times that she would hold hands with Dorian to find the true meaning of beauty here.

But now, in France, there was someone else holding her hand.

"Willie!"

To be honest, no matter how intimate they were, it was the first time for them to hold hands.

The temperature in his palm reached her hand, not allowing her a chance to escape. He was strong but gentle.

In the street where romantic things would happen at any time, it was normal for a man to kiss a woman.

Hilary stood still in a daze. In the sun, the kiss between her eyebrows was gradually immersed in her heart.

Did you know that feeling?

It was obvious that she didn't love him, but she missed him very much.

"Have you heard of the story about this place?"

She shook her head and looked at him curiously with her big watery eyes.

He pursed his lips and smiled. He held her hand and walked through the stone road.

"l'amour,c'esteternel,formeetingyou."

Hilary took a deep breath. Although she didn't understand, the man's pleasant voice made her heart throb.

It was really strange that she had a hint of expectation. She hoped that this path would be long and they would keep going like this.

But a phone call interrupted the quiet afternoon and the romantic love road.