Xiovel looked past Karan and saw the curtains being drawn down.

In the distance is the calm blue lake.

He spent a long time pulling the weeds out of his head.

He couldn't believe that he was being swayed emotionally by this young and reckless slave.

She was still looking at him defiantly.

"Don't you want to fulfill your last wish?" Xiovel rubbed the scepter and looked at her coldly, "As long as you can please..."

Karan said simply: "Even if I sleep with you, you won't let me go back. I can see it from the look on your face that you've eaten shit."

This...arrogant! vulgar! self-righteous slave!

Siovel looked at her angrily, and before he could speak, his cell phone rang.

The call was from Tilin.

At this point in time, he should be asked to go to the Sky Garden Restaurant for dinner.

"Take it." Karan nodded.

Siovel went out to answer the phone. Karan tried to squeeze out while he was opening the door, but he grabbed his wrist.

The bell has been ringing for more than ten seconds.

Siovel carried Karan back to the room, and Karan held a part of his cane to prevent him from closing the door.

"Don't try to imprison me!"

"Don't be sentimental." Xiovel lowered his voice and looked outside.

There is no one in the corridor for now.

"Go back!" Xiovel opened the door and took away the cane. Karan blocked the door with his arm.

The bell has been ringing for more than thirty seconds.

Siovel could only warn Karan: "Keep quiet. If you dare to say a word, I will hang you on your school clock and ring it all day."

Then he answered the phone.

Karan said nothing, but still refused to let him close the door.

Xiovel did not dare to linger with her in the corridor for too long. He pushed her back to the study and went in with her.

"Xiovir? Are you listening, Xiovir?" Tilin kept asking on the other end of the phone.

"Here." Xiovel blocked the door with his body and locked it behind his back with one hand, "I'll be at the Sky Garden Restaurant right away."

Karan raised an eyebrow.

"No, it's okay, lunch has been postponed." Tilin didn't notice anything unusual. She knew that Siouville was always busy. "We originally planned to meet sixteen independent designers in the morning, but now we only met twelve.

"

Xiovir was glad that he did not stay there and suffer the consequences.

"Then when are you going to eat?"

"Earl Essende invited the chef of the Sky Garden Restaurant to the studio, and we were chatting and eating. By the way, my father will also come over in the afternoon. Do you want to meet him?"

Xiovir originally wanted to think about this issue carefully.

But Karan took a piece of paper and wrote: "Let me go back to school, or I will scream."

"...No, I can't. I'll leave after lunch." Siovel wanted to hang up the phone, but Tilin still had something to say.

"What do you think of the designers today? I also took a few business cards... We can take another set of wedding photos on our twentieth anniversary."

Siouvel didn't look at the works of those designers seriously at all.

"No problem, just pick what you like."

He is not interested in this but completely agrees that this is what must be done to ensure a stable marriage.

"I'm really going to scream!!!" Karan almost slapped the paper in his face.

Theovir put down his cane and covered her mouth.

"What does it mean to choose what I like?" Tilin sounded unhappy on the phone. "Essende accompanied my sister to choose a wedding dress for two months, and visited every brand store she liked. In the end, in order to avoid following her,

He invited these niche senior designers to compete with other people in styles. He carefully selected the wedding dress from material to style, and Evelin is very satisfied with it."

This is also a big reason why Xiovir does not attend these sister gatherings.

They like to compare too much.

He could only agree: "No problem, I'll choose with you...cough."

Karan bit him.

Tilin was too angry to notice: "When we were on our honeymoon, you also said you would accompany me to choose antique paintings! But in the end you asked the family's art consultant to buy them!"

"Honey, they are professionals..."

"Do you think Earl Essende is also a professional wedding dress designer?"

Theovir saw the gloating in Karan's eyes.

From this distance, she could completely hear the call.

He glared at Karan with hatred, and then comforted him gently: "Didn't I agree to accompany you this time?"

"You said you let me choose what I like! You didn't even think about what I like!"

Karan covered his mouth, but still laughed.

Siovel squeezed the microphone tightly and warned in a very low voice: "Do you want to die?"

Karan raised his eyebrows and bit him hard again.

Xiovir felt as if electric current was touching his palm.

The wet feeling was so disgusting that he just wanted to take off his gloves immediately.

He also had to try his best to calm Tilin's anger: "Of course I know your preferences. We can wear the aquamarine crown you like..."

Tilin was extremely angry and interrupted him: "I gave it to my cousin as a dowry six years ago! Didn't you attend that wedding, didn't you see her head, and didn't you hear me praise how well it matched the wedding dress?

!!!?"

Even Karan's ears hurt from hearing it now.

She couldn't help but groan in pain.

Fortunately, Tilin was still roaring and did not hear the sound.

Xiovel pressed her against the door: "Shut up, I'll let you go back to school. Just keep quiet."

Karan blinked.

She didn't expect Siouvel to agree easily.

She hasn't done anything yet.

Xiovel patiently said to the other end of the phone: "Okay, don't be angry. I'll come to the restaurant to see you at noon. Let's talk about it when we meet."

Tilin hung up the phone with a bang.

Karan shook off Siovel's hand and gasped: "She said that Earl Essende invited the restaurant chef to cook in the studio. You should meet her in the studio instead of going to the restaurant to find her.

Do you have some Alzheimer’s disease?”

Siovel had been distracted just now and didn't take Tilin's words seriously at all.

Oh, yes, now he remembered.

When Tilin said this, the damn slave wrote a piece of paper trying to threaten him.

He should have locked her up from the beginning and called Tilyn back.

"Don't you feel a little guilty?" He glared at Karan.

"What guilt?"

"Destroy other people's feelings."

"Uh..." Karan hesitated and asked suspiciously, "Are you changing your direction and admitting my influence on you?"

Theovir wished he could kill her with his sight.

Karan's face was more radiant than before, and his voice was slightly excited: "Then I can go back to school?"

"Can't."

Karan immediately changed his face: "You regret it."

Theovir laughed at her naivety.

"Stop dreaming, no slave can return to campus."

Karan felt that Xiovir was so arrogant that he would never go back on his promise.
To be continued...