No matter who it ended up being, I would have to bear a lifetime of guilt and uneasiness.
He was doing it on purpose!
Sure enough, he rested his gaze on Cherry who was chanting, narrowed his eyes slightly, and hooked his lips in a cold smile.
“A woman who studies Buddhism? Interesting! I heard that women who study Buddhism are clear-hearted and all empty and abstain from sex, I wonder how is your friend here?”
I froze and shook my head, “No, you can’t do that.”
Cherry also looked at me incredulously, her gaze filled with horror and fear and helplessness.
I tried to stop the men, but was pushed straight to the ground.
Then came Cherry’s resisting shrieks and hisses in my ears.
This was accompanied by Danny’s frantic voice, “I haven’t seen this image again in years, it’s spectacular!”
I couldn’t turn around to see, Cherry’s hissing voice echoed in my ears.
After all, it was because of me.
For a long time, I suffered in the sound of Cherry breaking down and hissing in despair.
In the end, I only heard Cherry’s sentence, “Clara, you’re so cruel.”
The people who walk on the edge of the sword know better than anyone else.
Back at the villa, in the lobby, dinner was ready on the large sixteen-person table.
I originally thought Bob had left, but saw that he was still leaning on the sofa in the hall gazing idly at a book, as if the place was very idle in general.
Danny and Dan had left, leaving Bob and me in the lobby of the large villa.
No one asked me to go back to my room, or to stay, it seems that I just let me stand here obediently.
Half an hour later.
The cook in the kitchen came out respectfully, walked up to Bob, bowed, and spoke, “Sir, dinner is ready.”
The first time I heard the voice, Bob lowered his eyes, put down the book in his hands, raised his eyes lightly, his thin lips lightly opened, “Well!”
The words were as good as gold.
“Ta-da!” The book in the man’s hand on the coffee table made a sound, very light.
He got up, copied his pocket with one hand, and his height of six-foot-one was enough to create a tarzan-like aura.
Seeming to notice that I was still standing in the hall, he slightly squatted down and looked sideways at me, his handsome beauty slightly converging, “Dinner!”
Me?
I pursed my lips and saw the maid in the kitchen once again take out a pair of bowls and chopsticks and place them on the dining table.
Understood, he did call me.
Followed him to the table and sat down, two people sitting at a table for sixteen, imagine how empty it was.
He didn’t seem to have much to say, just bowed his head and ate his food gracefully.
“Snap!” There was a sound from the kitchen.
Almost at the same time, Danny and Dan, who I had thought had left, walked in.
One went into the kitchen to see what was going on, and the other walked over to Bob, bent down and asked in a regular manner, “Sir!”
The man in the kitchen came out and reported, “It was someone who accidentally spilled something.”
“Well!” Bob opened his mouth, having put down his fork without taking a few bites.
Dan frowned, his eyes fell on the head chef standing aside, startling him into a cold sweat.
“Sir, he …” Danny didn’t finish his sentence, seeing Bob’s gaze on me, and muted violently.
“Not to your liking?” The words were asked of me by Bob, his voice very light.
I froze for a moment and shook my head, “No.”
“Not in the mood to eat?”
I shook my head, what could I eat that wasn’t over with Cherry?
“Useless person, send it to transport drugs!” Bob spoke, his gaze cold.
My brain buzzed, and I blushed a little bit for a while, is there no room for a little sand in this man’s eyes?
The maid in the kitchen was taken away, and the people in the hall were expressionless and seemed to have taken it for granted.
I broke down a little and wanted to say something, but suddenly I felt as if I could only defend myself.
“They …” the words came to my lips.
Bob’s voice came to my ears, “I heard that it’s not just THE White family that’s going to bail you out?”
I froze and raised my eyes to look at him, but the man’s gaze was so cold and icy that he simply did not dare to look directly at it.
I couldn’t help but look down and say, “What do you mean, sir?”
He smiled coldly, “It’s just that I sold the White family a favor.”
After that, he looked at Danny and said, “Let Miss Kennedy move freely around the house, don’t be condescending.”
“Yes!”
With that, he walked away.
I froze, a little confused.
It was night!
The bright moonlight spilled over the courtyard, faintly, accompanied by the sound of insects singing extraordinarily.
I got up from the bed, sat on the couch, hesitated for a moment, and got up and got out of bed.
With that word from Bob, I was in and out of the villa freely.
There was a landline in the villa, but I couldn’t use it to make calls.
There was no guarantee that the landline in the villa would not be able to call out and cause trouble.
To get in and find the Jannings, I had to be able to get into the operating room, but the only way to get in was with Dan’s pupil scan.
I had no choice but to walk around the dark villa, and finally returned to the bedroom in disarray.
Everything was normal for a few days, I tried a few times in Danny’s mouth to find out how the Jannings were doing, but all I got was that they were doing what they were supposed to be doing.
Lunchtime.
The rain comes and goes quickly in the tropics, and the air smells damp after a heavy downpour.
Looking at the many moths that had fallen outside the villa, I couldn’t help but tilt my head to look at Dan, who was standing beside me like a log, and said carelessly, “These moths, they smell especially good when baked, have you ever eaten them?”
He faintly froze, but responded to me, very fluent in Mandarin, “Yes!”
He seemed to understand, so I smiled and said, “Did you eat them in the restaurant? I ate it when I was very young, every time after a heavy rain, I would pick up moths in the yard, then clean them and put them in a wok to dry fry, and when their wings were almost all copied, I would add some oil and seasoning to it, it was especially fragrant.”
Seeing his eyes sink slightly, as if he remembered something, I could not help but say, “It’s raining outside, if you’re worried about me running away, just follow me to pick up some moths, okay?”
He was slightly stunned and looked a little hesitant, I could not help but say, “Don’t think too much, I just miss that taste and want to taste it, nothing else.”
A moment, he nodded, “Yes!”
I couldn’t help but smile, got up, looked at him and said, “Dan, thank you!”
Then I took the basket from the kitchen and edged out of the cottage to pick up the moths that had fallen to the ground in the drizzle.
A dark hand put a handful of moths in the basket, and I froze, seeing that it was Dan who was looking down to pick them up.
I couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Do you eat them too?”
He hmmed and didn’t follow.
I smiled, and in a moment I picked up quite a few, so I carried them into the kitchen.
I am not going to eat this moth, but I have heard Jenny say that almost everyone in the southwest area has eaten it, and many people have almost all memories of this moth in their childhood.