Currently, there is no food being served. It seems like there will be so small talk first. She initiated the conversation: "Mr. Brooke, thank you for saving ."
"Oh?" Steve Brooke was montarily surprised upon hearing this, but then he just smiled gently.
His smile was incredibly tender. He said, "Miss Lyle, you’re being too polite. I really admire your natural photography; it’s very beautiful."
Natural photography? Is he talking about the "Nature’s Deer" photoshoot I did last ti?
She then modestly replied, "You’ve overpraised , Mr. Brooke."
"No, no, Miss Lyle, you don’t have to be so modest. I truly admire Oriental won; they are very beautiful, especially soone like you. I’m also very interested in Oriental culture."
These words nearly left Elliana Lyle at a loss for words. He spoke a bit quickly, and she had to ntally translate it.
It turns out that neglecting my studies in the past is making it hard to communicate in slightly faster English now.
"I could tell from the paintings in the corridor; it shows your affection, Mr. Brooke."
After so small talk, a servant brought in the steak. Honestly, she couldn’t eat it because it wasn’t very well-cooked.
Seeing this, she didn’t continue to use her utensils and instead said, "Mr. Brooke, thank you for rescuing . I’d like to go ho soon, or else my husband will worry about . Or, could you allow to make a phone call to him?"
"Go ho?" Steve Brooke gently smiled after hearing this and then said, "Miss Lyle, you may have misunderstood. You were soone I bought at a high price from Mr. Walters’ hands. Consider it a rescue, but it was Mr. Walters who brought you to ."
After a while, Elliana Lyle finally understood what he ant. She was bought by him? Not only was he not her savior, but he was specifically...
This revelation left her unable to accept it for a mont.
"I really admire you, Miss Lyle. I hope to spend an unforgettable evening with you. Don’t you have a saying, ’A night of springti is worth a thousand gold bars’?"
Such obscene words ca out of Steve Brooke’s mouth with a gentlemanly deanor. She finally understood; this is an elegant madman!
With this thought, she grabbed the knife from the table. Seeing the black-clad guards at the door, she knew she couldn’t escape.
So she pressed it against her own neck. She would rather die than let soone defile her.
However, Steve Brooke wasn’t very surprised. Instead, he looked at her with great appreciation: "Oriental won are indeed admirable. Miss Lyle, don’t worry, I’m not a bad person. If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. Put down the steak knife; you must be hungry after all this ti. Please have so food."
Elliana Lyle wasn’t stupid. This Mr. Brooke definitely wasn’t a good person; otherwise, why would he pay to buy her?
And with this calm and collected deanor, saying he’s not a bad person, it’s truly ridiculous!
"I want to leave here!" She nervously pressed the knife further against her neck, and the pain imdiately appeared, a streak of red dripping down.
Seeing this, Steve Brooke frowned imperceptibly and then said, "Miss Lyle, put the knife down. I don’t like to force others. If you’re unwilling, I won’t do anything to you. I’m hoping for your initiative, but if Miss Lyle is seeking death, then the servant behind you will also accompany you."
Seeing her disbelief, a bodyguard approached, and with a piercing sound, the maid behind her... collapsed.
Suddenly, the other maids knelt down in terror.
"Miss Lyle, if you don’t put it down now, then..."
"Please..."
The maids softly pleaded with her, and she, too, was so frightened by the sound just now that her face went pale, and her body began to tremble a bit.
At this mont, Steve Brooke seed quite satisfied with her panic and helplessness, smiling gently: "Miss Lyle, can you have your al now?"
At this mont.
Elliana Lyle only felt that Mr. Brooke opposite her was a demon crawling out of hell.
Even more terrifying than a devil.
A devil at least has a devil’s face, but the man in front of her had the appearance of a kind and gentle gentleman, like a so-called good person.
Her heart was filled with dread, but she still shakily put down the knife from her neck.
The maids’ crisis was resolved.
"Alright, Miss Lyle, enjoy your al."
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