Demon Hunter and His Cabin Chapter 974: 716: New World3

Chapter 974: Chapter 716: New World_3

“Why is your body so cold?”

Chloe chuckled softly.

When this woman wore a stern expression, she exuded an air of valiance, so much so that one might mistakenly think her an extraordinarily handso man.

Yet when she smiled, all traces of heroism at the corners of her brows dissipated. Her eyes seed to shimr, making her appear more alluring than any other woman.

Her features weren’t what one might call stunning, but the way her unique aura shifted gave her an irresistible, deadly allure.

For in ancient aristocracy, indeed, a large portion harbored deep affections for the sa sex.

With Chloe’s looks and charisma, in this peculiar era, she was undeniably captivating to both n and won.

An all-encompassing allure without any blind spots.

“Rest well. If you need it, I can find soone to warm your body for you, but promise —not now—”

“Once you’ve recovered from your injuries, all the previous conditions will be yours to decide.”

Chloe’s face was filled with affection.

But then, as if noticing sothing, she wrinkled her nose and waved her hand. “You’ve only been lying in bed a few days, and you already reek of rot.”

“I rember you used to be the most fastidious one. Maybe it’s those…”

As if recalling sothing, she abruptly fell silent. “Emily, you and Annie, prepare so hot water and mix in the remaining ingredients in the sa proportions as before.”

“Are we giving him a bath?” Emily asked in surprise, but Annie, standing beside her, said nothing. She rely tugged on Emily’s arm and quickly withdrew.

“Promise you’ll rest properly!”

Chloe leaned down and pressed her red lips against Roger’s forehead. “Your sister has matters to attend to. When I return, I promise I’ll drag that woman before you!”

With those words, she patted Roger lightly before hastily departing.

From beginning to end, Roger had not uttered a single word. Even from the fragnted mories, he could discern the complexity of emotion between this pair of siblings.

The original owner of this body felt, above all else, repulsion and fear toward his sister.

Overbearing love suffocates in any world. Roger’s silence was a common mode of their interaction.

Soon, his frail body was supported by the maids and brought into the bathroom. Amid the rising steam, Emily and Annie’s shadows lood faintly.

Contrary to imagination, the scene wasn’t tantalizing. The two rely wore slightly thinner garnts.

“Mr. Henrik, allow to assist you,” Annie offered, stepping forward proactively. In such circumstances, Roger found himself inclined to accept the service.

The water in the bath was an eerie, verdant green. From ti to ti, Emily raised her hand to her nose, seemingly unable to bear the stench emanating from the water.

Yet Roger felt no abnormalities. Annie seed well-practiced, and before long, Roger was left clad in only a single undergarnt.

As Annie undid the buttons of his shirt and moved to help remove it, her wrist suddenly turned cold. She abruptly lifted her head and was t with a pair of utterly unfamiliar eyes.

“Mr. Henrik, please don’t…”

Annie protested, but her voice was anything but steady.

“Out!”

“Get out—both of you!”

Roger’s voice was cold. Annie and Emily exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of what was happening.

“Sir…”

“Out!”

Roger interrupted rudely, his voice growing steadier and icier. The two won felt a faint dizziness in their minds and instinctively nodded before quickly leaving.

The door shut. Only after a long while did Roger lower his head and undo his shirt. Gazing at the faint patterns on his skin, a flood of unresolved doubts surged in his mind once more.

“This body is already dead,” he sighed deeply.

What he manipulated was not living flesh, but a corpse.

A single word made all the difference, representing two entirely separate existences.