Chapter 22: How was she usually served dinner?

The man went upstairs, step by step, reaching up and undoing his sapphire cufflinks, with all his movements elegant, and also exuding a kind of unshakable absolute authority from above.

"..."

The two maids stood looking up from below, their hearts trembling with anxiety and their hands shaking involuntarily.

Reginald reached the second floor, walking towards Heloise's room.

As he got there, the door was pushed open.

It was dark in the room, and a dead silence reigned everywhere.

There wasn't even a sound of breathing.

It was as if no one existed here.

Reginald raised his hand and turned the light on, the bright light hitting the whole room at once.

This was a purely Baroque-style bedroom, and there was a lump in the neatly spread gray quilt on the large bed.

The young girl was lying there peacefully, her arms folded outside the quilt, wearing a pure white nightgown.

Reginald walked over to the bed, seeing the girl's dark hair slightly disheveled, her beautiful face that was calm, her eyes closed tightly, long eyelashes brushing down a light shadow, breathing evenly, her lips pursed lightly and invitingly.

"She is really sleeping."

Reginald's gaze deepened, and with a lift of the hem of his coat, he sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching up to pinch her pretty nose.

It took a very long time.

The girl couldn't breathe and squirmed subconsciously, then drowsily opened her eyes.

She had beautiful eyes, black and white, like pure gems. However, they were all dull when she looked at people.

Reginald pinched her nose again.

It was only a matter of time before she was stifled to death.

Heloise forced herself to alleviate her violent breathing for jumping into the backyard and climbing up to the second floor with her bare hands just now, and sat up from the bed, staring at him blankly.

"Are you awake?" Reginald hooked his lips wickedly, "Get up and have dinner with me, since you're awake."

Heloise was reluctant to go with him at all.

So, she sat there in a demented state, and within a few seconds, her arm was pulled over by Reginald.

But at the next second, her entire body was hanging upside down on one of his shoulders and Reginald just carried her out.

"!!!"

Heloise was stunned. What was this man going to do?

She was head down, her head was a little congested and uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, Heloise simply pretended to go insane and giggled while squirming, trying to struggle down to the ground.

"Splat!"

Reginald slapped her on the round and firm ass, and his voice was evil to the bone, "Are you aware that it is some kind of a hint that a lady wriggles on a man's body? I don't care if you're a real psychotic or not."

His large palm seemed scorching on fire, and his smack sounded more flirtation than blame.

"..."

This man was really annoying.

Heloise felt dizzy in her mind at the thought of what he'd said in the car, and she twisted her body slightly again before she stopped dead, doing her best to steady her breathing as she mentally cursed him back and forth.

Reginald kept carrying her into the dining room.

Seeing Reginald carrying her in, Ben froze. What happened?

In the dining room, a vintage table was set, and the simple and elegant hyacinth flowers were stamped on the glossy glazed cutlery on the table.

Reginald sat down across from her, his deep eyes looking at her with undistinguished meaning, calmly seeing her sitting there with her head bowed, her white bubble sleeves tracing the edge of the table in a particularly well-behaved manner.

It was quiet in the dining room.

Harriet and Jane had already prepared dinner and served it up, placing a portion in front of each of Reginald and Heloise.

Reginald picked up his knife and fork, and when he saw that Heloise hadn't moved, the corner of his eye flicked upward.

Ben responded by looking askance at Jane, "How was she usually served dinner?"

"Basically, she served herself well, and she would make a bit of a mess every now and then." Jane answered, nudging Heloise on the arm gently, "Enjoy yourself, dear Miss."