13. I'LL HOLD YOU DOWNSTAIRS

Thera turned over a few pins in the cupboard, transformed the curtains into a undershirt, and then covered her private parts when she put on her lingerie.

When Thera came out of the bathroom, Cyril was standing in front of the mirror tidying up his shirt. He turned his head with a slight surprise. This clever girl always surprised him.

Thera raised her chin and said, "Let's go down to dinner." I'm already hungry. " Cyril jokingly said, "You're still energetic."

Thera, of course, understood his metaphor and was furious. She really wanted to walk well, but she had to wriggle her legs. It was embarrassing. She tried hard and couldn't walk long before she became too weak.

It was  all this bastard's fault! She looked at the long stairs in front of her eyes, and every step she took made her miserable.

"If you beg me, I'll hold you downstairs." "I beg you to get out of here! Stay away from me so as not to pollute the air! "

She could never have begged him to hold her downstairs even if she fell downstairs!

"come on." He picked up the stubborn little girl at once. "Don't touch me. I'll go downstairs by myself!" "If you don't want to fall, stay in my arms." There was no doubt about majesty in his voice.

Put up with it, Thera, until you got out of here.

She clenched her fist stiffly, wriggled her head hard, and tried to stay away from his body, every hair all over her showed rejection of him. It was like he was the filthiest pathogen.

Cyril showed great interest in her. There was no doubt that she was the most interesting girl he had ever seen. They went to the restaurant on the first floor, with candlelight burning on the gold candlestick and the table full of rich dishes.

There were only servants and chef in the restaurant, who saw Cyril holding Thera in his arms and showing both surprise and envy in their eyes.