Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 234 Who Forgot?

"Della, do you like it?"

A low and hoarse voice sounded, and there was a person sitting on the bed, the darkness highlighted his temperament, treacherous and cruel, ruthless and cold, but at this moment he looked at the girl with almost warm eyes.

No... not him...

She vaguely felt that she had forgotten an extremely important person, love and hate were intertwined, engraved into her soul.

"Come here, good girl." Seeing Della in a daze and not hearing his own voice, Elvis was not angry and called her softly again.

The Duke of Night, who was dressed gorgeously and neatly, was holding a bowl of unknown soup medicine in his hand, and even gently stirred the shallow amber soup in the bowl with a silver spoon.

"..."

Della didn't speak, but shrank back, instinctively alert.

Duke Dracula chuckled. For some reason, he seemed to be in a particularly happy mood today and was very patient.

"You forgot that you were injured due to my negligence before. This is the decoction prepared by the priest. It will definitely make you better."

He walked over directly, staring at Della with strong oppression, and scooped up the light-colored soup with a delicate silver spoon.

The bitter smell could be smelled from such a distance, Della turned her head to refuse, her long chestnut curly hair fell down her shoulders, making her feel pitiful.

"Ivis...I think I'm fine now."

The girl answered cautiously, and the corner of Elvis Dracula's mouth evoked a treacherous smile, but there was no malice.

"Very good...?" He stretched out a hand and instantly pulled Della into his arms. He didn't even have a chance to resist, but his nose hurt a little from being bumped.

On the other hand, the other party still smiled lightly, and even held the silver bowl firmly with the other hand, not even shaking the soup inside.

"The injury is too serious and your strength is weak. Now you can't even deal with an ordinary human..."

He let go, and Della broke free from his embrace, with some messy hair covering her cheeks, becoming weaker and more beautiful. She was listening to Elvis' words and extracting the information inside.

The cold fingers poked her cheek, she instinctively wanted to turn her head to dodge, but restrained that impulse.

"You are a pure-blood of the Vatican family, my fiancée, my... lover."

Della looked at Elvis with pure and innocent eyes, and the clear light in her eyes seemed to drown him.

"Just like this time, it's impossible for me to protect you all the time..."

He spoke half-truth, with a possessive look in his eyes that Della terrified.

He lifts the spoon, unquestionably.

"If it's not good, I don't mind another way."

Elvis suddenly smiled evilly. He himself was the kind of person with a cruel and cold temperament. With such a smile, his blood eyes were deep, which made people feel the darkness.

Della curled her lips, grabbed the small silver bowl and drank it down in one gulp. The strong bitter taste and faint grass fragrance passed through the taste buds and paralyzed the nerves.

It's like it's been done countless times before.

She still couldn't resist the almost bitter taste, coughed violently, tears flickered in the corners of her eyes, she was a bit embarrassed.

"Still like this, my..."

Before he finished speaking, it turned into a sigh, one slender pale finger ran through the long chestnut hair, and pulled her into his arms, while the other hand gently patted her back.

"Della, trust that I will never hurt you..."

All this is just to keep you by my side.

"Want to go out for a walk? You'll love it here."

Della felt a sense of loss, something she wanted to hold on to was missing again.

Don't... don't go back to that state again, who the hell is she?forgot who...

(End of this chapter)