Karan saw Xiovir's ice-blue eyes filled with anger.

She suddenly felt that Raphael's worries were justified.

But now it was difficult for her to tell whether Xiovir's anger was due to jealousy or her disobedience.

"You didn't kiss." Siovel said calmly.

"You're not following us, how do you know?"

"Because you don't look like you've been kissed."

Siovel got up from the sofa, grabbed her collar, and then leaned over to kiss her. The smell of cedar wood and cologne on his body suddenly became strong. His silver hair fell on Karan's shoulders, and she

His vision was imprisoned in a very small dark space. The sense of intrusion and oppression on him was far stronger than that of the Siouville boy. This kiss deprived him of his breath and his reason. After a long time, the two slowly separated.

Karan raised his hand to wipe away the saliva and lowered his eyes.

Xiovir took a few steps back and observed her with a hint of sarcasm.

Her face was crimson, her lips were slightly swollen, her eyes were struggling with hatred, and her chest was heaving violently, looking ridiculous as she was out of breath and trying to stay calm.

"Look, this is what a kiss looks like." There was a subtle smugness in his tone.

Karan touched his mean and thorny gaze, and his anger rushed to the top of his head: "This is what it looks like when you are bitten by a dog!"

Xiovir narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Watch your wording, if you don't want to call in sick."

Karan turned around and ran up the stairs, his steps heavy, like an angry calf.

Xiovel suddenly remembered something and hurriedly chased after her and stopped her: "Wait..."

Karan broke away from his hand, and Siovel didn't want to fight with her on the stairs like a fool, so he didn't pester her anymore.

He suppressed his anger and said: "Go to Ireland this weekend."

"When?" Karan immediately turned around.

Siouvel calmed down again and slowly took back control: "If you behave well, you can set off on Friday night."

Karan pursed his lips and took a long time to speak: "Raphael and I didn't do anything."

Siouvel was convinced that it was a problem with her tone and sentence structure.

Because no matter how she answered, he felt very angry.

She lied that they kissed and he was angry.

She said neither of them had done anything and he was still angry.

"What on earth did you do?" Xiovir asked sternly.

"Ask your son." Karan didn't give him a good look.

"What exactly did you do?" Xiovel walked around her and blocked the door, "Tell the truth, otherwise..."

"You didn't do anything!!" Karan waved his hands angrily, "You are just like the junior high school dean who suspected that I hid crickets in the drawer."

"Then did you hide it?" Xiovir asked.

Karan slipped under his arm and slammed the door shut.

This irritating curiosity has always tormented Xiovir.

In the evening, he found Raphael to talk.

This was the first time that Arnold had a formal, individual conversation with his eldest son after he left the empire. Raphael was so good that he couldn't find a reason to have such a conversation.

They meet in the study room.

Raphael sat opposite him upright, even if he was nervous in his heart, it was not visible on the surface.

"I've noticed that you've been a little distracted lately, Raphael." Xiovel said in a deep tone, slowly applying pressure.

"You are worrying too much, father, everything is going well for me recently."

Xiovel nodded: "Is everything going well with my slave?"

Raphael lowered the corners of his mouth.

He was slightly silent: "I'm just worried..."

"Worried about the slave's physical and mental health?" Siouvel smiled coldly: "I think you can choose something less objectionable to worry about, such as the student union president election."

Raphael flinched slightly.

Running for student union president is the only thing he is not sure about at the moment.

His father always hit the nail on the head.

Siouvel said calmly: "If you can spend more time managing the relationship with the student union instead of sneaking around on the ramp, the possibility of you coming to me for help with a sad face before the election will be greatly reduced."

Raphael became even more uncomfortable.

His father's skillful use of long, difficult sentences and advanced vocabulary to belittle his opponents usually only appeared in congressional speeches.

"I understand, father." He said as little as possible so as not to anger the elder Xiovir.

"Now that you know it, why are you still sitting here stupidly?"

Raphael quickly got up and left.

Siover began clearing his driving records regularly.

When he went to see Karan, he always took an unregistered car, so he didn't pay much attention to the management of driving records. However, since Rafael can check it, it means that it is not absolutely safe, and it is better to eliminate the hidden dangers in advance now.

Hopefully Raphael just finds Karan out of some childish "family values".

Siovel really didn't think the eldest son would have any romantic thoughts about Karan.

This is impossible.

Although Raphael is studying in a public school, this does not mean that he does not have the honor of being a noble. Arnold may attack black-haired people without any scruples, but Raphael will never do it - he can do it more calmly than Arnold

Talk to Karan, but won't touch her.

He was raised as the first heir of the Xiovir family.

He knows what's appropriate.

But, but.

Siovel always felt that Karan was a little unrealistically attached to Raphael.

Maybe because we were classmates?

Or maybe she was too stupid and was deceived by Raphael's friendly look.

She asked Raphael to bring her a message.

Even when she was pregnant, she was the first to tell Raphael.

Wasn't she wary of Raphael?

Siovel felt something was stuck in his heart, and this subtle feeling did not disappear until the Friday night that was agreed upon.

After nightfall, he picked up Karan from the ramp and then headed to Ireland.

He discovered that Karan had brought a strange gadget - a rabbit's foot pendant.

"Take it further away," Siouvel said, leaning against the window.

Karan stuffed it into his bag.

"What is that?" Xiovel asked again after a moment of silence.

"Rabbit's Foot, don't you know?"

"I know, this is a superstition that symbolizes luck."

Karan raised an eyebrow at the devout Christian.

Xiovel was a little angry: "Why are you bringing this?"

Maybe the rabbit's foot offended his beliefs?

Karan isn't sure.

"It's for Alice." She opened the bag. "All the rabbits I dissected this week have their feet here. I'm going to give her the most beautiful one."

Xiovir took one look and almost vomited.

"...take it away." He said coldly.

Karan shrugged and zipped up his bag: "Okay, I forgot how much you donate to animal protection organizations every year."

Theovir didn't want to go near her or her bag at all.

The car drove smoothly and Karan fell asleep for a while. When he woke up, he had arrived in Ireland.

It's a bit cold and humid here, with heavy rain and a damp and depressing smell in the air. Mrs. Nashley lives in a castle in the mountains far away from people, which is her family's property. It takes about thirty minutes to walk up the mountain road.

We just arrived. Taking a helicopter does not have these troubles, but the weather today is not suitable for flying.

Mrs. Nashley is in good health and likes to do most things by herself, so there is only one maid in the castle. This maid came to greet the Duke with an umbrella and took them into the castle.
To be continued...