Chetlow Manor

Moen had a dream, confused.

All broken pieces, oh, it seemed that Huden passed out under almost endless demands.

But obviously Hughden didn't stop. Moen remembered that while enduring the soreness in his lower body, he yelled nonsense sentences that he didn't know what they were.

When Huden forced him for the first time, he only felt boundless pain, so when the "punishment" that the Duke called this time came, he felt very frightened.

However, maybe things were not as bad as he thought. This time Hughden gave his body a long time to adapt, and the pain was still there, but it only lasted for a while, and soon it turned into indescribable hotness and numbness.

Jesus... isn't that bad enough, Morne Ranson, what the hell are you thinking...

Morn woke up from the chaos, his brain functioned very slowly, like the feeling after a hangover, and his whole body seemed to be turned upside down.

There was no sticky sweat on his body, and he vaguely remembered that the "considerate" Lord Duke took him to take a bath after finishing his work.

The morning sun is always so clear and soft, and the chirping of birds is moving and melodious, but none of these can cheer up the frail young man on the bed.

Not only was he physically exhausted, but also his heart seemed to be thrown into a swamp, and he couldn't get out of the chaos. The huge change made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Grievance and anger, these are the only thoughts he can distinguish.

Moen bit his lower lip subconsciously, and then tried to sit up, but a strange feeling came from his wrist, he raised his arm, and saw a leather loop made of lambskin, buckled around his wrist.

What the hell is this? !

Oh, if we just focus on the bracelet, it is obviously made of the best lambskin, because it is very soft and docile, even under a strong pull, it will not hurt the skin in friction.It's even studded with sapphires, with shadow engraved on it, making it look like a true luxury accessory.

However, what cannot be ignored is the metal chain attached to the bracelet. The chain is not very thin. One section is connected to the bracelet, and the other is connected to the decorative pillar in the house. Make Moen take a step out of the room.

Moen looked at the bracelet in amazement, his face turned red and then pale, his anger made him gasp, like a dying fish.

The door opened, and His Excellency was dressed in a clean and tidy uniform, as calm as ever.

Morn, resenting that he never learned the vulgar slang, could only raise his wrist and yell (or rather scream) at Hugden: "For God's sake! You devil, what are you doing?" What do you want to do?!"

"As I said, this is punishment."

"Punishment?!" Moen's eyes widened. He couldn't restrain his trembling hands, so he clenched his fists tightly and hit the quilt with a muffled sound, "What are you going to punish me for? Oh! Hailee Hutton, I don't know how much the Ranson family hates you, but what does it have to do with me? I don't know anything from the beginning to the end, like a real fool kept in the dark , how innocent I am!"

Moen no longer knew what he was talking about. He felt as if his whole body was thrown into the fire, and his brain was burning wildly: "Ohailis, you are a damned rapist! Now you still want to kill me Imprisoned like a stray dog!"

Before Hughden did this, although he thought that Moen, as a proud and noble young master, would show great disgust, but he really didn't expect Moen to be so emotional that he choked.

This is really too bad... Regarding the original intention of this move, Hughden just wanted to teach Morn a lesson, so that he could be obedient before his plan was completed, but he never wanted him to sob so sad that he almost fainted.

This made Hughden feel inexplicably distressed, yes, intellectually speaking, this boy is really innocent.

Huden walked over to sit beside him, held him in his arms, patted his back comfortingly with one hand, and said in a low voice: "Hey, if you are obedient, I assure you, it will be over soon. will pass."

Morn was absent-minded and only focused on sobbing. This hug relaxed his nerves that had been tense for a long time, so even if this hug came from someone who hurt him, he couldn't push it away.

"You swear...will you? Will you, let me go?"

he asks.

Hughden hugged Moen, but looked past him, and replied: "Not now, you just have to be obedient, my little guy."

Then Hughden himself told him about the social season dance.

"Chetlow Castle will hold a ball during this social season." Huden played with his fingers in a rather happy mood, "I will invite my dear Viscount Lanson and Mrs. Bethel, oh, that is to say, You'll be able to meet your parents soon." He laughed, which made Moen feel a little creepy.

"For what?" he asked warily.

Moen can say unceremoniously that he admires himself now—he has successfully adjusted his emotions in such a short period of time.Now, he suddenly remembered a very important thing...

It's Julian.

Julian was not caught, that is to say, no matter what, his affairs in Chetlow would reach the ears of Viscount Lanson.If, he meant, if his parents really had any problems with the Huwden family, then they must know what kind of predicament their son was facing.

Although it is not a wonderful thing to offend a powerful duke, he is their biological son after all.

They will definitely take action.

This gave Morn a little peace of mind.

He looked up at Hughden's gray-green eyes, it seemed that even the sunlight treated this handsome nobleman extra, the halo falling on his golden hair couldn't help but make people's heart flutter.

Moen felt a little hot, looked away, and asked again: "What is your purpose for doing this?"

He has already given up the honorific title of O'Harris Hutton. In his opinion, the skin-to-skin relationship between two people has destroyed the damned rank and etiquette, so even if he is a gentleman, he doesn't have to follow these , Saying "His Royal Highness the Duke" against his will.

Huden looked at him, blinked, and showed a child's mischievous smile: "It's to help you, my little guy...I'll help you expose the lies that have been trapping you all this time."

"You...you should think about when you took away my letter, the letter that was not mailed was the biggest lie around me."

"Oh, that's not it." Hughden hugged him tighter. "Your parents were never what you thought. I dare say you don't even know them as well as I do."

"So what?" Moen deliberately sarcastically said, "But they have always loved each other and gave me a normal family, that's enough."

Obviously, Mohn was alluding to what Huden's father had done, and he tried hard to see some signs of emotional breakdown on Huden's face.

But he failed, and Hughden smiled instead of anger.

"A normal family? Hey, it really is a naive young master who doesn't know much about the world." Huden clapped his hands, as if he was really praising, "For you, what is a normal family? Throwing you to Those old so-called governesses? Give you money for your own expenses? But what did your dear father say after you disappeared for so long, oh, I guess, he must have said that you must go back by yourself... why 'Cause you're not the heir! They want a Ranson family, not you, Morne Ranson. They don't want affection from you, and you think that's what family is? Naive, Morne , How naive!"

It was the first time Moen heard Hughden say such a long speech, but he also seemed extremely excited when he said it, like a conductor of a symphony, confident and crazy.

"Come on, come on, you should grow up too!" Hughden pulled him up from the bed, and the white silk nightgown was messily rolled up, revealing Moen's straight legs.

"Hey! You lunatic, do you want me to go out like this!" Moen was still thinking about what Huden said about his parents, but Huden's sudden action interrupted his thinking. Compared to this, It would be really unbearable to walk out of the room in such a disheveled manner and be watched by those servants!

Hughden stopped, and he glanced at Moen with some annoyance, and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, my dear young master." He showed a polite smile, and rang the bell in his hand, and soon, A servant came into the room with clean uniforms.They are all well-trained to lower their heads, and they don't know how to look at them.

Fortunately, Hughden didn't intend to embarrass him so much that he even watched him put on his clothes.

After changing his clothes, Jeff came in, took the bracelet off his hand with the key, and led him to the hall of the castle.

The velvet curtains in the hall were half tied up by the maid, and the room was divided into several spaces by light and shadow. Hughden stood in the center of the hall, the sunlight from above hit him right through the stained glass, and he still held up his noble appearance. The chin looks like a god.And under the shadow in front of him, Moen could see that two knights were pressing a figure.

After Moen walked in, he saw the man clearly, and his eyes widened in surprise—this is a familiar face!That damn scarred face!

How did he follow here...

Morn took a step back and watched warily.

Hughden heard his footsteps, turned his head, and waved at him: "It's just in time to meet with old acquaintances."

"I don't know him." Moen said calmly.

Hughden raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

However, the scarred face became anxious, and shouted in his disgusting voice: "Your Highness, this is indeed the person I found! He said that as long as I bring him back, you will definitely give me three thousand!" A gold coin!"

"Oh?" Hughden half smiled, "That's not what my knight commander said... Then, do you think I will trust my loyal knights, or will I trust you?"

"You can't take your word for it!" Scar's face was flushed with anxiety, but he was still pressed tightly by the knight behind him, like a funny monkey.

Hughden ignored him, turned to look at Mo En, and asked slowly: "Little guy, tell me, what is going on with this stupid thing?"

Moen's hands on both sides of his body were clenched into fists, and he stared at the man with a bit of ruthlessness. He said, "Hughden, do you still remember that you said that as long as I am obedient, all my requests will be granted?" ,Is it right?"

"Yes." The smile on Hughden's face became obvious.

"This man..." Moen said word by word, "He robbed the nobles and beat the descendants of the nobles. He committed a heinous crime and should... be hanged."

"What are you talking about!" Scarface yelled in disbelief, "You are just an ordinary gentleman who is a bitch, and impersonating a nobleman is the real crime!"

"Oh, it's a pity, sir." Hughden made a gesture, and the knight behind him kicked his scarred face to the ground. Hughden grudgingly crushed his face with the tip of his shoe, and said: "I have to remind you that he is indeed a real nobleman. It seems that your crime is inevitable..."

"But I always keep my word. I will ask someone to put all the three thousand gold coins into your tomb after you are hanged." The noble Mr. Duke ignored the man's yelling and grabbed Mo En's hand left the hall.

I believe that a poor man who is about to die will be ushered in the prison cell of the castle in a short while, but those are all stories among lowly maggots, and have nothing to do with nobles.