"By the way, Mr. Sherlock Hols, why haven’t I seen Watson?" Chen Ze was a bit curious. After all, Watson always accompanied Sherlock Hols, to the extent that they were frequently seen together.
Even in so works, there was a sowhat different sentint between Watson and Hols, so Chen Ze was genuinely puzzled why Hols hadn’t called for Watson to join them.
"Well, Watson is a doctor, after all, and besides, I suspect he wouldn’t accept this." Hols nodded, picked up his pipe, took a puff, and contentedly blew a smoke ring.
"I see... Well, you both sit for a while; I’ll go make so food for you." Chen Ze nodded, believing the explanation as it was quite possible for Watson to react that way.
Chen Ze then returned to his kitchen, planning to quickly make the chiffon cake Moriarty had requested, and maybe he could co out later and chat with Moriarty and the others.
"Professor Moriarty, Mr. Sherlock Hols, here is your tea, and the complintary dessert, matcha cake, please enjoy." Miss Betty walked out with two teapots and then brought out two matcha cakes from the kitchen, placing them on the table.
"Thank you, Miss Betty," Moriarty nodded with a smile.
"Much appreciated," Hols said curtly, but his gaze seed odd as if he were looking in a certain direction.
Curious, Betty turned to look and then saw Lord Hastur wearing black stockings and beautiful clothes, quietly drinking her cola.
Betty looked back at Hols and, indeed, Hols was no longer staring at Hastur, which relieved her.
After all, if Hols were to develop an affection for Hastur, it would be quite a terrifying prospect, perhaps a variant of Saya’s Song?
However, Betty failed to notice that Moriarty was already exhibiting a aningful smile.
"What’s this, the great detective has a heart that can be moved?" Moriarty chuckled, then poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.
"Not at all. Appreciating beauty is human instinct; I rely did what any man would do," Hols shook his head, then picked up the green matcha cake, tasted it, and nodded in satisfaction.
The flavor of the matcha cake was pleasing, and Hols very much liked the slightly bitter taste followed by sweetness.
"Is it? Appreciating beauty is indeed an instinct, but you seed to have stared a bit too long," Moriarty sneered, looking over at Hastur.
Undeniably, Hastur was extrely beautiful, at least in this live stream form, dazzling onlookers.
And Hastur’s beauty was not commonplace; it was like the first love of every man. Moreover, the figure was also excellent. Moriarty had seen many won, but he had never seen anyone quite like Hastur.
Hols didn’t respond. For this detective, who was absorbed in his cases, Hastur was indeed beautiful, but that was about it, although...
"Huh?" Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, sowhat dumbfounded.
"Really, I saw Mr. Sherlock Hols’s eyes practically glued to Lord Hastur," added Betty quite candidly.
"Can that be?" Chen Ze found it hard to believe.
Although in "The Adventures of Sherlock Hols" and other such works, Sherlock Hols was portrayed as a very successful detective, a well-known figure, he was too perfect; hence there were scarcely any female characters in the stories who could beco his wife.
And among all the female characters, probably the only one widely accepted was that woman.
The woman who failed to et Hols’s predetermined goal and thereby attracted him was also a character who appeared in many adaptations; one could even say that practically every Hols would encounter her at least once.
She was an irresistibly charming woman.
Therefore, Chen Ze really couldn’t believe that Hols would be tempted by another woman, but after all, this is reality, and Hols is no longer just a character in books, so it’s really hard to say whether Hols would be moved by Hastur’s attractiveness.
"Who knows," Betty shrugged, following her succubus intuition, she felt that Hols was definitely smitten.
Chen Ze shook his head, He still needed to focus on making his chiffon cake well, and then see if he wanted to enjoy so juicy gossip, although Chen Ze wasn’t very optimistic about Hols and Hastur.
After all, Lord Hastur was vastly different from Hols in many ways, they weren’t even from the sa world, but it was hard to say; what if Hastur decided to just have so fun?
"Miss Betty, would you mind refilling my teapot?" Just as Betty was about to continue with sothing else, Hastur called her away, giving Chen Ze so peace to concentrate on his cooking.
"Betty." Hastur wiped their mouth, having finished their al.
"Of course, Lord Hastur, as per the manager’s orders, you don’t need to pay for the al," Betty said with a smile as she ca over, then made sure to speak a little louder on purpose.
"Hmm? Okay, then please let the manager know that it’s crucial he brings my things to the banquet tonight," Hastur nodded, which was the arrangent they had made with Chen Ze; as long as the Dragon paynt was made, they wouldn’t need to spend any money for a long ti.
"Certainly, Lord Hastur," Betty nodded and then ducked into the kitchen to pass the ssage to Chen Ze.
"Really?" Moriarty nudged Hols with his elbow as Hastur approached closer and closer.
"Hmm," Sherlock Hols nodded, then he too noticed Hastur heading towards the door.
The door was behind Sherlock Hols, and in any case, it was quite possible that Hastur would walk past Hols. For so reason, Hols felt his heart rate increase slightly.
But that was just it, slightly.
Black hair that reached down to the waist, large eyes, perfect features, and a sexy figure all combined to exude an enchanting aura from Hastur.
Plus, that sowhat dispirited look in their eyes was also very attractive.
Hastur walked past Sherlock Hols and then left through the door.
Hols froze, he had just slled a very pleasant scent, and he had to admit that for a mont, Hols wanted to stand up and ask the beautiful lady for her na.
But then, love would only affect his reasoning, so Hols didn’t get up.
Although...
There was indeed a mont of heart-flutter.
But it was just a mont.
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