Guidebook for the Dark Duke

"Are you sure you want to go there Charles? I don't want you to get too involved in this matter. The city is full of storms now. If you go again, I'm afraid there will be some bad words." Evan put down his heart for Wilson The Duke had many thoughts, and then asked with some worry.

Duke Wilson looked at his worried face, couldn't help but smiled, and his tone was much gentler: "Don't worry, Chandler dare not do this blatantly, I will be careful."

Evan breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry on his face did not lessen. He looked straight at Duke Wilson, thinking about this case, and felt a little shaken in his heart.

But in the end he just sighed, this matter is actually just a preliminary conjecture of his own, and evidence is still needed to prove it, otherwise everything is empty talk.

The two of them got bored in the living room for a while, and then Duke Wilson left. His mansion has been unsettled for the past few days. Because of this matter, Duke Wilson has many things to re-arrange.

After seeing off Duke Wilson, Evan went to work as usual, but because of these cases, fewer and fewer people came to the church these days, so Evan's work was much easier than before.

Just after the afternoon, Evan finished all his work, and he returned to the pastor's hut after finishing his evening prayer alone.

But as soon as he went back, Sheriff Chandler came over, and he looked a little unhappy.

"Mr. Pastor, do you know?"

This endless sentence made Evan a little amused: "What did you say?"

Sergeant Chandler sat down on the sofa a little discouraged, and took off the hat on his head.

"Don't you know? Duke Wilson asked to participate in tomorrow's interrogation. Our director has already agreed, and also promised that this matter will be conducted in secret."

Evan knew that Duke Wilson would definitely achieve his goal through some means, but he didn't expect that he would bypass Sheriff Chandler and go directly to the chief of the police station.

"Oh, don't you think this is bad?" Evan asked with some doubts, as if he knew this for the first time.

Sheriff Chandler scratched his head, looking a little troubled.

"It's not like that." He muttered, "I respect Duke Wilson very much, but he is too deeply involved in this matter. I don't want him to be involved. It will not benefit anyone."

Evan actually understands Sheriff Chandler's meaning somewhat. This has the same concept as modern people in power not to get involved in cases related to themselves, but unfortunately, in this privileged society, this cannot be achieved.

"You don't have to worry so much. The Duke of Wilson is a noble gentleman. He will not disturb your case. Maybe he is just worried about the progress of this case. You just need to solve this case." Evan Wen Sheng reassured that at this juncture, he did not want to see conflicts between the Duke and Sheriff Chandler.

Sheriff Chandler nodded helplessly. This matter is now a foregone conclusion, and no matter how inappropriate he feels, he cannot change it.

"Well, maybe you're right, I think with the Duke around, Mel might be able to say more things."

Evan nodded with a smile, but his heart was peaceful. Perhaps tomorrow, he would be able to get the answer to what he was thinking about.

After sending Sheriff Chandler away, Evan had a good night's sleep. Since this incident happened, this is the first time that Evan has slept so peacefully. Perhaps it is because he has sufficient confidence in his guess, Evan Wen felt that this matter was not far from the truth.

Early the next morning, Evan had just finished his breakfast when a carriage stopped at his door. Tom came in to report the news in surprise, but Evan already knew who it was. Adjusting his collar, Shi Shi ran out.

When Evan just walked out, he found that it was snowing outside, and there was a slight chill in the air. Evan tightened the cloak on his body, and directly got into the carriage parked at the door.

As soon as he entered the carriage, there was a rush of warmth, and Evan couldn't help shivering, but he only felt that his whole body was much warmer.

Before he could speak, he was dragged in by a pair of warm hands, and threw himself into a warm embrace.

Evan couldn't help smiling, stroked the back of his black head leaning against his neck, and whispered, "What's wrong with you?"

He didn't speak, but sucked a small piece of skin around Evan's neck, which made Evan's mind flutter, and the hands holding his waist couldn't help but tighten.

"Okay Charles, this is in the carriage." Evan whispered, enduring the commotion in his heart.

But Duke Wilson couldn't help laughing, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you also be in the carriage last time?"

His words were low and ambiguous, and Evan couldn't help trembling at the tip of his heart, almost unable to hold back.

"You still said last time, last time I..." Evan's voice trembled slightly, and he sounded a little guilty.

But Duke Wilson immediately interrupted his words. He raised his head from Evan's shoulder socket, pressed against Evan's forehead, looked into Evan's eyes, and said very seriously: "Evan, don't feel guilty, come on!" Once I voluntarily, I love you, I am willing to give you everything I have, as long as you stay by my side, you can do whatever you want."

His words were so simple, but they were also so serious. Evan looked into his eyes and didn't know what to say for a while. He just felt a warm current flowing through his heart. The hesitation and anxiety completely dissipated at this moment, and Evan felt for the first time that he might be crazy.

"Oh, Charles!" Evan whispered, and then sealed Duke Wilson's lips.

This person's lips are so soft, completely different from him. As soon as Evan kissed him, he opened his mouth obediently, allowing Evan to ravage in his mouth, and Evan's kiss was different from his own. It is also completely different, it is almost a kind of sadistic toughness, not allowing him the slightest leeway, sucking his lips and tongue, licking his mouth, not letting go of every corner of his mouth, making him almost There is no way to retreat, you can only dance with his lips and tongue, you can only breathe with his rhythm.

Until the end, when the kiss finally ended, Duke Wilson was almost absent-minded, panting heavily, and the silver-white liquid drew an arc as they separated, with a lewd breath, Evan Pressing his head into the socket of his shoulder, panting lowly, but there was a firm possessive desire in his eyes.

This person belongs to him, and he will not let go even if he dies this time.

The two remained silent for a long time. Only then did Duke Wilson recover from the lustful kiss just now. He hugged Evan's waist and looked up at Evan. His beautifully shaped chin and fair neck almost made him feel He was a little dazed, and he couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed Evan's chin, and said in a low voice, "Evan, you must never leave me."

Evan stretched out his hand and stroked the back of his neck, as if comforting a small animal, and smiled in a low voice: "Don't worry, I won't." I will lock you in mine forever By your side, there is no room for you to retreat.Evan looked at the white snow falling outside the window, but such a strong and terrifying desire arose in his heart.

Duke Wilson leaned on Evan's shoulder again, with a sweet wish in his heart.

The two of them finally came to Colonel Mel's house before the limited time. Because they were afraid of being seen, their carriage this time was very low-key, with almost no badges and tattoos, and there was no sign of them after entering the Mel's manor. Pausing and heading directly towards the castle, they finally heard the gate of the castle and entered the living room greeted by the butler.

When he first entered the living room, Evan couldn't believe that this place was the place he had been to a few days ago. The furniture was neat and new, the fireplace was warm, and the furnishings were warm. A reluctant but still smiling manservant.

This is completely different from the bleak and rainy appearance a few days ago. Evan couldn't help laughing when he saw this. It seems that this Mrs. Mel still has a deep affection for Colonel Mel. Evan said very meaningfully. think.

A moment later, Mrs. Mel came down from upstairs. At this moment, Mrs. Mel was an amateur, the unkempt woman who was unlovely a few days ago. , soft face, fluffy brown curly hair gently tied up, wearing a light yellow cashmere shawl, looks a lot gentler.

"My lord, Mr. Priest." She nodded to Evan and Duke Wilson.

Evan returned a salute with a smile, but Duke Wilson just nodded stiffly, with no expression on his face.

Evan sighed in his heart, and pinched the back of his hand out of sight. This person is always so capricious, and now almost everyone in Mrs. Mel's situation will sympathize with her. If Duke Wilson is too unreasonable, I'm afraid it will cause people's dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, the old butler standing beside him couldn't help frowning.

It was just Evan's painstaking efforts. Duke Wilson didn't pay attention to it. He even glared at Evan, but there was an unconcealable tenderness in that look. Evan knew very well that he might have misunderstood.

The eyebrow-eye lawsuit between the two didn't last long, and immediately there was another noise outside, and Mrs. Mel walked towards the door almost anxiously. She didn't even care about her current pregnancy situation, and directly He trotted towards the door.

Duke Wilson's brows furrowed deeper, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with this Mrs. Mel.

Evan stood there without moving, but kept observing the movement at the door.

Finally, when Mrs. Mel was a step away from the door, the door was opened, and when Colonel Mel's pale and thin face appeared outside the door, tears flowed from Mrs. Mel's eyes.

"Oh, Charlie!" she screamed, and rushed at Colonel Meyer.

When Colonel Mel saw Mrs. Mel, his eyes loosened a bit, almost with a hint of tenderness, but the next moment, he returned to the dead silence before, watching Mrs. Mel throw herself into his arms , holding his body and crying bitterly, but there was no expression on his face, like a puppet that lost its soul.

Sheriff Chandler came in from behind. He frowned and looked at the weird couple, and said in a low voice: "Okay, ma'am, you are still pregnant, so crying like this is not good for the child."

"What!" Colonel Mel's eyes widened suddenly, with obvious ecstasy inside: "She's pregnant!"