Ben walked in from outside and heard it, lifting his eyes to look deeply at Heloise for a long time before saying with emotion, "Yes, very similar to Missy, who was also peaceful and quiet like that when she fell ill back then, and even kept graceful when she passed away."
"She was only 21 when she died."
Speaking of this sentence, Reginald's voice was extraordinarily somber, like he was suppressing a certain emotion.
"The young lady's general medical checkup has been done, there are no contagious diseases or aggressiveness, you'll have no problem staying with her, but it's still a good idea to be safe." Ben reported, "Also, didn't get an ID on her."
"Doesn't matter, what identity does a substitute need?"
Reginald snorted dismissively.
"......"
Seems like the odds of it being an old lover are in the majority.
What's this about? Some old lover with schizophrenia died and got a 21-year-old psychotic back as an emotional replacement?
Shit.
So, would she be stuck as a replacement for the rest of her life?
A replacement for Coral and a replacement for the man in front of her.
Heloise mentally cursed a series of expletives.
Reginald sat in front of her, casually took off his coat and threw it aside, and ordered in a cold voice, "You go down first, I'm going to sleep here."
"Yes."
Ben lowered his head, took two steps back, then turned and walked out.
Eh?
What does he mean by sleep?
What's this about?
She was just thinking about it when Reginald suddenly raised his hand and patted her face, similar to patting a small pet.
He stared at her, the corners of his eyes hooked up, lazy and wild, "Remember, from today onwards, you are Reginald's lady."
"......"
Heloise was flat out attacked with boundless chills.
What was his ‘lady’? What did that mean?
She tensed up instantly.
Reginald sat down in front of her and his long fingers began to unbutton his sapphire, nimbly working their way down, his shirt lifting to reveal defined muscles, well-proportioned to perfect abs, neither a single bit of flab nor overworked.
It wasn't, was it?
Undressing in front of a mentally challenged "patient", this guy's not a pervert, is he?
Don't take it off.
Reginald suddenly stood up, put his hand on the belt around his waist, and with a movement of his fingertips, the belt was pulled off.
Heloise's breath hitched.
Don't take it off again!
As if hearing her inner growl, Reginald actually really didn't take it off again, only carrying the shirt in his hand, turning around and walking towards the bathroom in a debonair manner.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, Heloise immediately got up from the couch, she had to escape from this place.
She walked over to the window and glanced out into the courtyard, where a couple of bodyguards were still standing with shiny pistols on their belts.
She felt a headache.
Heloise really did have a headache. In BlueWolf Mountain, there was no law, no moral constraints, many people would not be able to restrain their physical desires to seek sensation randomly, but the idea did not dare to hit her head.
She really didn't think that the president of the first consortium actually had a hidden fetish of being interested in people in a mental health facility.
Damn it!
There was definitely no way out through the front door.
Heloise wandered up and down the building, finding a room and reaching out to push open the window.
She looked down, from her perspective, it wasn't hard to jump to the fence and then jump again. The difficulty was not making half a sound so she wouldn't be caught right back.
Whatever, give it a try.
Heloise gritted her teeth and climbed up to the window on her hands and knees. Just as she climbed up, the muffled heavy tramp of feet came from outside the door.
How can he take a shower so fast?
Heloise looked at the door in shock as the footsteps came closer and closer ......
She had to slide down from the window and close it.Those footsteps stopped in the doorway.Heloise couldn't think twice about taking a seat on the bed next to her and biting her nails in a feigned stupor."You are here!"A grim, displeased voice rang through the room.Heloise didn't look up, her eyes skimming over the crystal handicraft to make a decision secretly.She had stabbed an old man in the lower half of his body three years ago. Worst case scenario, she would do it again this time.With that thought, her heart calmed down.The devil's steps were closing in on her.The scent of men's body lotion enveloped her and the white bathrobe fell into her sight.Heloise gulped and slowly raised her head.No amount of dullness could hide the fact that she had beautiful eyes, dull but pure as a sheet of white paper.Reginald stood in front of her, his eyes gazing at her, his short hair dripping wet, drops of water running down the corners of his forehead and slowly dripping down his prom
Heloise was lying straight on the bed.What's this about?Reginald followed and lay down, the man's presence frighteningly strong, barking orders, "Hold me.""......"Holy shit.Heloise silently moved her body aside; her hand being forcefully grabbed once more."You're a troublesome little lunatic, you can't understand human language."Reginald said disgustedly before crossing her arm towards the bed and pillowing himself up.Immediately afterward, he curled up again to lie on his side in her direction, one of his long legs straddling her directly."......"Heloise was speechless.Looking at him in this childlike, rude and unrestrained posture, Heloise felt dreadfully embarrassed.His sleeping posture is really ......When his sister died, he should still be just a little retard, right?"Sis, father came to see me today."The man suddenly stared at her and opened his mouth, his sneering and mocking voice coming out of his throat, "Asking me to allocate money for him to loiter in sport
Blood splattered down on the white snow, as if splattering a bright red Hyacinth in demonic bloom.Bodies were strewn across the ground.The girl stood in the snow, her red-dyed skirt flipping in the gusty wind, playing a dirge."Sis!"The young boy's mournful cry cut through this snowy night.The young girl was suddenly woken up, her eyes shook, blankly looking at the knife dripping with blood in her hand, and then at the corpses all over the ground, and realizing with hindsight what she had done, she suddenly clutched her head and screamed hysterically."Sis!""I killed!"The girl was trembling, and suddenly, as if she had figured something out, she turned her head to look at her brother standing in the doorway, her eyes sad, and muttered, "It’s good, Reginald, so that they can't come and bully you anymore."The flying snow fell on the girl's shoulders and skirt, she tilted her head back to look at the snow falling in the air and smiled lowly, her smile bright and shocking." Regina
Reginald's breath halted for a moment, his chest tickling at her look and her voice, and he had an impulse to tear the dress off her immediately.Shit.Couldn't stand it!As soon as Reginald let go of her, he turned and got out of bed, not even putting on his slippers, and left the room barefoot, just like fleeing.Finally, he went away.Ouch.Rubbing her nose, Heloise got out of bed and tiptoed out, padding until she reached the stairs, where she hid behind a large antique vase and peered down the stairs.In the living room, Ben stood with his hands carrying a brand-new man's double-breasted coat in his hands.Reginald coldly unfolded his arms and slipped the white shirt on with smooth, handsome actions."A few more legislators have been running their mouths in front of the press today, claiming that you are manipulating PHOENIXFELL's economy and are out to destroy it." Ben spoke up, his voice suppressed, not daring to loudly annoy this young master."That’s correct, I am sure to man
Harriet and Jane looked on dumbfounded, uncharacteristically acquiescing that her mental illness was flaring up.Heloise jumped further and further away, bouncing back and forth between the two maids' rooms.Jane uneasily kept following her.Under Jane's watchful eye, Heloise moved quickly to steal the sleeping spills of Harriet."Fly, fly, I'm a little butterfly, I'm a little bee ......"A little tired of bouncing, Heloise flapped a pair of arms and ran up and through the building and flew into the kitchen like a butterfly."Ouch, miss, this kitchen isn’t the place for fun." Jane quickly stopped her, "Come on, come on, out with Jane, dear.""I want to gather honey! I want to harvest honey!"Heloise yelled, knocking her head towards the cooking bench as she struggled.Jane rushed to embrace her, Heloise's eyes flickered, and before Jane regained her senses, Heloise had smoothly dropped several pills into the water bottle.Nobody noticed what she had done.Only after doing this, did sh
Right here in front of the big metal door, she had ever knelt in front of Brady, grasped his hand and begged bitterly, begging him not to send her to the old man as a gift.Her humility had been rewarded with some merciless truth from Brady.Heloise stood there; her eyes cast back across the door to the swinging bench in the courtyard.Coral had been sitting on it that day in a valuable designer’s dress, gracefully swaying around, surfing on her cell phone in hand.Tired of hearing her cry, Coral hooked her finger and commanded the bodyguards to drag her nearer, kicking her in the jaw with the sharp tip of her priceless shoe."Heloise, I wouldn't have wanted you to take you to defend me from the disaster so early, but you shouldn’t let Darnell fall in love with you and hand you those love letters, confessing his love for you, and pursuing you desperately."Coral spoke languidly."Look at your own face. Is every man infatuated with you because of your excessively seductive face, which
Heloise looked around, and realized that her former room had been turned into a dog house.The Brook's really hated her to the bone.Heloise moved the dog tent aside and crouched down on the floor, running her fingers up the wall and counting from bottom to top, she pressed her fingers inward.A brick suddenly popped out.She put the brick aside and took a wooden box out of a hidden compartment, brushed the dust off, and opened it.Inside were some of the items she had collected and saved before, as well as money she had earned from helping her classmates with crafts and homework, and a button that had been placed in her swaddling clothes when she was discarded.At a very young age, Heloise knew she wasn't Brady Brook's biological daughter, and she was grateful to the Brook's for adopting her.For this reason, she grew up giving way to Coral in every way.Whenever and wherever she acted like Coral's little maid, especially when she was treated rudely and unreasonably by Coral, she acc
"Well done."Brady nodded appreciatively.Grace sat on the sofa and looked at Coral, a little confusedly, " Coral, aren't you dating Darnell?"Darnell was referred to again.Coral looked disdainful, thinking about Darnell, and she sat there, fiddling with her newly done nails."Darnell is only the third young master of the Smith’s consortium. Once his family’s property was distributed to the sons in the future, there is not much that will be given to him. I couldn't hang myself on this tree of his, could I?"Besides, compared with Wordsworth’s Consortium, No.1 in PHOENIXFELL Empire, Smith’s consortium wasn’t qualified to compete with Wordsworth’s at all.She liked Darnell Smith at the age of 18, when he was the elder student from the upper classes. But she did not expect that Darnell would go to express his love for Heloise, and she burst into such a fury that she decided to push Heloise to defend herself from the disaster.After that, she pursued Darnell for a period of time, and it