Karan lived in the institute for a while and then went home to rest.

Mrs. Nashley wanted to take care of Callan, but Siovel disagreed. He felt that his mother was not young anymore, and it would be very difficult to take care of Alice alone, and it would be even more difficult to deal with Callan.

Mrs. Nashley explained for a long time, and finally took the maid and Alice to live in the slope villa.

"Why don't you understand? She needs someone to accompany her." Mrs. Nashley looked at Siovel with a hint of annoyance. "Someone needs to talk to her. She will want to look at Alice, which makes her feel

It’s needed.”

Mrs. Nashley stayed for a few days.

She slept in Karan's original bedroom.

Siovel sent porters to move Karan's things from upstairs to downstairs intact. She had just had surgery and was very weak. Siovel was worried that she might fall going up and down the stairs.

The bedroom on the first floor faces the kitchen and refrigerator.

Karan got up to eat when she was hungry. In addition to Mrs. Nashley's good cooking skills, Xiovel prepared a lot of nourishing ingredients for her. She gained six pounds in just one month of recuperation.

"You still look very thin, definitely not in a healthy shape." Mrs. Nashley insisted, "As for the weight...this scale must be broken. I need to throw it away."

Karan felt that he should resume his studies.

You can't just stay at home and gain weight.

And Mrs. Nashley gradually understood the reason why Siouville would not let her move in.

——He often comes to visit Karan in the evening.

Whenever something romantic happens between them, Mrs. Nashley will appear next to them holding Alice in her arms, forcing Siovel to retreat with a stern look, and then casually discuss Karan's "serious" condition.

.

"She has recovered!" Siovel finally couldn't bear it one night and took Nashley to discuss it in the kitchen.

"She hasn't recovered enough to be able to change things with you."

"..."

Although Siovel repeatedly emphasized that he had no such thoughts, Karan could still see desire from some of his intimate body movements.

He hugged her waist from behind, then bent down to smell the scent of her neck.

He would put her on his lap and help her comb her hair.

When she moves around anxiously, he will pull her to sit on his lap and kiss the tip of her nose.

Even in the most casual gesture of shaking hands, Karan could read his thoughts from the way he caressed his phalanges.

Because Mrs. Nashley was here, it was hard for him to say.

Moreover, he felt that Karan had not recovered mentally or physically after the operation. He was a bit too self-centered in making such a request so quickly, and would definitely be disgusted by her.

One night, Karan woke up from his dream, got up and went to the kitchen to drink some orange juice.

She heard a noise at the front door.

The wind and rain outside brought in the cold wave of early summer.

Xiovir walked in wearing a black cloak. At first glance, Karan thought he was a masked gangster.

His hat fell off, and his silver hair flowed down his shoulders like flowing moonlight, and his face was more beautiful than the moonlight. The tail of his silver hair fell neatly on his waist, and his waistline was slender and flexible, giving him a transparent and wonderful sense of beauty.

, only that momentum can completely bring people back to reality and feel the harsh mental punishment.

He was also stunned when he saw Karan standing under the light of the refrigerator.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

Karan closed the refrigerator door and opened his mouth to explain, but accidentally burped.

Xiovir raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Didn't you have a good dinner?" He placed his cane in the hallway, took off his boots and walked in.

He closed the door and the cold wind finally calmed down.

Raindrops beat against the window.

Karan bundled up her clothes and walked back to the bedroom, with Xiovel following closely behind her.

"Don't tell Mrs. Nashley..." Karan closed the door before speaking.

"You don't like eating what she cooks?"

"No, it's the medicine that makes me have a bad appetite." Karan was in a low mood, "If she knew that I didn't eat well every day, she would definitely blame herself."

Theovir looked at her for a moment.

He took off his cloak and hung it on the back of her chair.

"I won't tell." He said calmly, "Do you want to bring you something to eat tomorrow night? Do you have anything you want to eat?"

"Raspberry chocolate sauce?"

"good."

"There are also marshmallows, caramel pudding, orange juice..."

Xiovel frowned as he listened: "Why do you suddenly like sweets?"

Karan's face turned a little red: "I don't know. I want to eat something sweet."

Siovel was still frowning. He came slightly closer and his tall body cast a shadow. Karan became nervous, and she felt a warmth on her chin, and then she was kissed deeply by Siovel.

After a while, Siover let her go and asked: "What sweet did you eat just now?"

"Orange juice. Just a little."

"Okay..." Siovel thought again, "I'll bring you dessert tomorrow."

His fingers were still rubbing her chin.

Karan simply couldn't ignore his burning gaze.

"Go to bed early." Xiovel still let her go.

Because she didn't respond.

Karan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little empty again.

The next day, Siovel brought the snacks she asked for. Karan tasted some orange juice and found it tasted bland.

"Try it carefully." Xiovel reminded.

He kept looking at Karan out of the corner of his eye. She took a few more sips and seemed to notice nothing.

"Look in the cup," Siouvel could only say.

Karan drank more than half of it, then looked inside and found that he had thrown a few heart-shaped orange peels into the cup.

"Uh..." Karan hesitated.

"I cut this with my own hands."

"...Okay." This couldn't cover up the fact that he didn't put any sugar.

Siovel seemed to like preparing little surprises like this for her.

There are heart-shaped orange peels, heart-shaped crystals hidden in the cheesecake, and colorful candles twisted into love shapes.

One night, Karan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Are you going to stay here tonight?" she asked.

"What?" Xiovir was wary of her sudden question.

"Do you want to sleep in my bed?" Karan asked more bluntly.

Xiovir hesitated how to answer.

Karan spread his hands and said, "Your eager courtship will melt the cream on the surface of the cake."

She made a pun about the heart-shaped candle on the cake.

Xiovir did not speak harshly this time.

"I don't have to..." He touched Karan's hair gently and pushed it behind her ears. Her cheeks were clean and pale. "You have been refusing recently. I'm afraid you will be disgusted."

"I didn't refuse out of disgust," Karan said.

She raised her hand and slowly pressed it on her chest.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Theovir waited for her answer.

Karan sighed: "I have scars... I don't want others to see them."

Theoviel wanted to say that he didn't mind.

But he soon realized that this was not a question of whether he minded or not. It was a matter of Karan himself minding being seen.

He came close to kiss her, but she didn't shy away.
To be continued...