Chapter 1274

After a long pause, Prince Mycenae got up and walked towards the door with his crutch.

The housekeeper followed.

On the third floor, there is a bedroom of Baroque luxury. The red curtain hanging in front of the French window outlines the quiet color of the night. The complicated crystal light reflects the luxurious light. The gilded picture frame on the wall and the carving of the virgin angel are perfect.

There is no modern atmosphere in the whole bedroom, no LCD TV, no computer, no mobile phone. As soon as you step here, you walk into the medieval classical palace bedroom.

At this time, the beautiful lady was wearing a retro white lace Nightgown, lying on the court sofa, with her beautiful neck outlined by her loose hair.

A beautiful face, time seems to leave no trace on her face, full of a charm of temptation.

One side of the servant is respectfully kneeling on the carpet, massage her long legs.

She was leaning on the sofa with one elbow and lying on her side, flipping through the classic books on the sofa with one hand.

The whole person looks like the elegant and noble lady in the ancient oil painting.

At this time, only heard a burst of footsteps approaching, a maid hurried to the sofa, stopped in front of your wife, bowed his head and said respectfully, "madam! Here comes the Duke

Words fall, see your madam finger a meal, eyes a sink, immediately signal a side of servant need not continue massage.

Put down his long legs, let the maid take the coat, and ordered, "let him in!" The tone of speaking suddenly became extremely cold.

"Yes

With that, the maid turned respectfully and left.

After a while, with the sound of feet approaching, Prince Mycenae walked towards the bedroom with a crutch in his hand. When he looked at the beautiful woman leaning on the sofa, his cold and terrible eyes suddenly eased a lot.

But the lady sitting on the sofa didn't look up at him. She took the tea from the servant and tasted it gracefully. Her beautiful face suddenly became indifferent and alienated.

"Madame has not rested yet?" The man suddenly asked, tone undisguised care.

Said, sat on the side of the single sofa.

But your wife never looked at him. She picked up the classic books on the tea table and looked through them. She asked in a cold voice, "what can I do for you?"

He seems to have been used to such an attitude. He didn't mean to be angry. "You still have such a cold attitude towards me for so many years!"

Sigh helpless voice.

Listen to his words, your wife does not seem to be together, "you come to me just to complain to me!" Speaking, did not lift eyes to look at the side of the man, eyes always fall on the hands of the books.

Said, only heard a deep laughter, "how dare I complain to my wife! I'm here to apologize to my wife for disturbing her rest today! "

“……”

"Are you here to tell me what happened today?"

“……”

"Madam, don't worry. I've just lost an important person. I'll find it soon!"

Then she heard your wife pick her voice and say, "don't think too much, Duke. I'm not worried." In a tone of indifference, the words were hitting Prince Mycenae in the face.

All of a sudden, his face suddenly sank, but he soon recovered. He didn't say much. Suddenly, the lady on one side didn't care, just like he didn't notice the man on the other side.

Suddenly, the Duke of Mycenae got up slowly, walked to your side, and sat down.

Your wife suddenly surprised, seems to be extremely disgusted by such a close.

I saw that Mycenae suddenly reached out to hold your wife's wrist, "Madam..."

The words haven't finished yet, your wife suddenly abruptly gets up, draw back hand hard, beautiful appearance suddenly dyed a layer of frost like cold.

Striding toward the edge of the bed, he said in a cold voice, "Duke, please come back! I'm tired! I want to rest now An undisguised resistance.

Prince Mycenae was still sitting on the sofa, his side eyes tightening, his eyes looking at the cold and resolute figure.

I saw the maid respectfully lift the quilt, and your wife lay on her side. Then the servants on both sides pulled up the retro curtains around the luxurious big bed. Suddenly, the light in the isolated bedroom of the whole big bed came out.

Prince Mycenae was still sitting on the sofa, but he didn't know how long later. He slowly drew back his eyes and breathed heavily.

Then he got up slowly, looked at the position of the big bed, and said in a deep voice: "madam, have a good rest!"

Then he turned away from the sofa and walked towards the door.

At this time, your wife leans on the pillow. Her beautiful eyes hidden in the dark light can't hide her hatred. Her hands are holding tightly.

But don't know what she thought at the moment, eyes gradually become red frame, dense some tears along the canthus suddenly slide down.

Look can not hide the color of pain.

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At this time, everything in Trina manor, which is shrouded in the dark, seems so peaceful and peaceful. The roses blooming wantonly in the garden, the fragrance blowing by the night wind, the blood petals floating in the air, look like the scarlet blood scattered with the wind, strange beauty.

At the moment, in a huge retro study, a whole row of flickering candles on the wall lit the study dimly.

Under the light, a carved handsome face is almost perfect, but the years make him look more mature and powerful.

That Hun natural domineering give people an invisible pressure, the whole body exudes a strong cold pressure atmosphere.

But at the moment, he is the only one sitting quietly in the soft chair with his eyes closed and his hands clasped. I don't know whether he is asleep or awake.

Dead breath seems to be able to hear the voice of the candle swaying, so the figure inexplicably makes people feel a desolate color.

But I don't know how long it took. At this time, I saw him slowly open his eyes, revealing his pair of amber eyes stained with frost.

He knows how to keep secret, but he doesn't know what he is thinking at the moment. The silence makes people feel a little afraid.

At a glance, his whole body seems to be frozen. For him, everything is not worth mentioning. It seems that everything is under his control.

After a long pause, he let go of his hand and got up slowly. His tall figure stood under the light of the candle. His tall posture was a kind of great shore that people could not reach. Step towards the French window behind, slowly raise your hand, push open the window, suddenly, the night wind roaring forward, with a faint smell of flowers, the rose petals floating in the air with the wind.