4. YOUNG MASTER
She spent a lot of time walking back and forth in the villa, looking for contraceptive and other things in the cupboard. She would take advantage of every opportunity to kill the problem in the cradle.
Unfortunately, since this was where she could give birth, they would naturally not prepare such a thing so that she could not have any chance to do it. If you asked the servant for it? Even less likely to gave it!
She walked restlessly around the villa. Suddenly, she stopped in front of a painting in the attic.
It was an oil painting, which depicted the side of a man wearing a dark blue British dress and a dagger at the waist.
The tall nose was like the Himalayas. A pair of red lips, showed ruthlessness! And his eyes, red pupils, did not make people afraid, but like precious rubies.
The dark black hair was slightly curly and covered his forehead. The man in the picture was noble and handsome.
Thera squinted slightly. Even if she had never been interested in a handsome man, she stopped when she saw the painting.
He was not an ordinary handsome man, was the best, a rare type. He could make a deep impression on others. And this man had a cold temperament, like a king, attracting people to approach.
The servant saw Thera staring at the painting and said proudly: "This is our young master. You saw him last night.
It was him! "I can't remember. I don't know what he looks like." And the painting was just a side, half-figure, so she couldn't tell if it was the same person. But she seemed to have some impressions of the red pupils.
The servant was obviously surprised to hear for the first time that someone had seen such a striking look as the young master, and could not remember: "Our young master himself is more handsome and majestic than the portrait." She said disdainfully.
"More handsome than the portrait, is he still a human?" She obviously did't believe it.
"It's true. You'll see him next time." "In order to please the master, the character in painting usually looks many times better than himself." Thera said sarcastically, "this painting must have been beautified."
"Miss, why are you talking like that..." "I'm just telling the truth." "When you meet the young master, you will regret what you said!" The servant was loyal to the Lord.
"Don't talk about him. I'm not interested in what he looks like." Thera twisted her face lightly, and no matter how handsome he was, he could not occupy her body! This fucking rapist!
"What is you interested in?" The servant looked at the portrait admiringly. "If you succeed in being pregnant with a young master's baby, you will certainly have the cutest baby in the world." She hummed with her nose.
"It depends on whether he deserves me. Do you think I would be pregnant for a man at will? " The servant glanced strangely at the beautiful girl and clearly felt that she was insane.
If it was another girl, the girl must know that she had won the lottery, but Thera had been unhappy since she woke up, and she was full of disdain and affront to the young master.
Considering wealth, looks and background, young master was the best in the world.
"Did you last night..." The servant asked late, "did you hit your head?" "I'm fine!"
Thera lazily walked forward: "I'm hungry."
"What do you want to eat? there is a big kitchen on the first floor, the refrigerator is the size of a wall, and there is a lot of food stored." She turned her eyes to the servant and followed her downstairs.