The days of eating soft rice in London

Oscar was taken aback, he stared at the man in front of him, trying to find a trace of a joke in the other's eyes.

But those black eyes were as deep as a pool of stagnant water at this moment, looking at him extremely calmly, as if trying to pierce him through.

As soon as the lines of sight meet, a kind of wonderful atmosphere is born.Oscar was the first to be overwhelmed by the other party's menacing stare, lowering his beautiful eyes, he lay back on the bed docilely.

"Thank you. But you really don't have to."

The blond hair was scattered on the soft pillow. Oscar didn't dare to look at the gentleman beside the bed, but turned to the other side of the bed: "I can't accept your gift, just like I can't bear your...feelings."

Louis was silent.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward for a while, and Oscar added in a low voice: "But I really appreciate you, sir."

Louis was indifferent, deliberately avoided Oscar's words, and replied quietly: "I told you, call me Louis."

"Well, Louis, I cannot accept your charity."

"This is not a charity." The gentleman paused and changed the subject: "I will be returning to Sheffield in a few days. Your injury cannot get out of bed for the time being."

"I visited your aunt yesterday, and I know you have nowhere to go now."

When mentioning his aunt, Oscar felt annoyed immediately, as if his privacy had been violated.But this emotion was extinguished by Louis' gentle care in an instant——

"So, for a few days, stay here first, okay?"

This time it was Oscar's turn to seal himself in silence.

Because what Mr. Lewis said was true, he had nowhere to go.

"I, I didn't steal anything." Louis heard the person with his back say this, the words seemed to be full of feelings of grievance and anger intertwined.

The gentleman smiled.

"I know."

"Do you know that Mrs. Morris slandered me as a thief?" Oscar turned his head and asked him, "How did you bring me out?"

There was still a smile in Louis's eyes. He glanced at the blue gift box on the bedside, took it with his slender hands, opened it, and handed it to Oscar——

It turned out to be a pair of severed hands whose blood was carefully removed.

These severed hands belonged to a man with wide palms and a blackened silver ring on his stubby ring finger.

Of course Oscar would not forget that it was the hands of that burly guard who beat him with a whip!

"This is also a gift for you."

Oscar's complexion turned pale in an instant.

He took a deep breath and was at a loss. He was astonished as if a thunder had exploded above his head, and stared blankly at the severed hands that were already stiff and white like a piece of wood.

Mr. Louis still had an incomparably gentle smile on his face, but he said such words that were more terrifying than the devil. The two diametrically opposed attitudes reached a perfect and weird fusion in him.

That tone was relaxed as if discussing today's weather, and that smiling handsome face was comparable to all the wonderful ironies in the world.

"Don't frighten you." The gentleman suddenly closed the box and stood up. "I still have things to deal with. A servant will deliver breakfast later. You should rest well and wait for me to come back."

After speaking, the gentleman's upright back gradually disappeared from Oscar's eyes, leaving him alone on the bed, unable to recover.

The dense sense of fear rising in his heart cannot be obliterated and forgotten by Louis' usual gentle appearance.

Oscar suddenly found that he seemed to have fallen into a situation more terrible than a prison.

He looked at the rich decorations in the room, and the warm fireplace that was burning hot and flickering.It's all a generous gift from Mr. Lewis, isn't it?Mr. Lewis is the one who cherishes him most.

Oscar wanted to shake off the unrealistic thoughts that flashed through his mind.

However, like a parasite, it has gradually eroded Oscar's entire mind from the inside.

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After the report is finished, people will be happy enough to take off.

The hidden attributes of Mr. Louis gradually surfaced...

Poor little girl must bear it.