[HP] If youth has an ageless face

The next night, she still called Raphael, and then fell asleep calmly under his puzzled and annoyed eyes.

Still the same on the third night.

Day four too.

"You clearly know the purpose of my approaching you." On the fifth night, just as she put the "Ten Days Talk" on the window sill, Raphael immediately opened the window and said in a questioning tone, "Why do you keep talking about it over and over again?" And San asked me to come, but he didn't..."

"You know that I will not sleep with you even if I ask you to come," Edwin pulls back the original words, "Why do you still come as promised every time?"

Raphael was speechless for a moment, and Edwina guessed that he must be extremely aggrieved at this moment, she couldn't help but want to laugh, and at the same time was curious about his expression under the mask at the moment.

"Why do you always wear that mask?"

Raphael didn't answer.

"It's okay if you don't want to say it." Edwin pulled himself onto the bed, "Good night—"

"Wait." Raphael suddenly called out. After hesitating for a moment, he made a strange request, "How about... let's chat for a while?"

Edwin yawned and checked the time: "Now?"

"It's the so-called night talk." Raphael walked to the bed and sat down. "Why did you marry Chatillon?"

"you guess."

"Is it because of his... noble status?" Raphael asked uncertainly.

"Of course not. Only you French people take nobility seriously. In England, we don't have the concept of nobility, even if some self-righteous pure-blood families think that they are born superior." Edwin la teased, "It's not because of money. .I have enough wealth that I don't need to risk my life to 'add the icing on the cake'."

"What's that for?"

"You want to know?" Edwin pulled a glance at him, "At first it was for revenge, but after that, I gave up the idea first."

"You chose to let that couple go? Even though Lopez had plotted against you?"

Edwin raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled himself: "Chatillon really trusts you...even told you this kind of secret."

"So you forgive them?"

"There is no forgiveness. But a fight always ends with one of the parties giving in. I don't want to waste time fighting with her." Edwin changed the subject, "Why do you always ask me about things? Tell me yourself."

"Me?" Raphael laughed lowly, "I can't tell you about me."

"No, that's not fair. It's enough for you to talk to me wearing a mask, don't bully me too much." Edwin's tone softened again, "You don't have to reveal your identity, I don't anyway. know who you are."

"It's too late now." After a moment of silence, Raphael said unquestionably, "Tomorrow... maybe tomorrow I will tell you my story."

On the evening of the sixth day, Raphael arrived as scheduled.

"Have you prepared... refreshments?" After seeing a set of afternoon tea neatly placed on the coffee table, Raphael's voice was somewhat surprised.

"Listening to the story must be accompanied by supper." Edwin ignored him, poured a cup of tea and picked up a snack, "Tell me, why do you wear a mask all day?"

"you guess."

"In order not to let me see your true face?"

"Wearing a mask makes me feel safe."

Edwin raised his eyebrows, thinking it was a perfectly reasonable excuse: "Why... have you experienced any childhood trauma?"

"When I was young, I always had long hair and was as pretty as a girl." Raphael said in a nonchalant tone, "When I was about twelve or thirteen years old, one night, a guest who had drunk too much Into my room - attempted."

She was a little surprised: "Where are your parents?"

"They only cared about their own pleasure. If I hadn't knocked that man unconscious and ran out, I guess they would never have known that their only son was almost violated."

"Are you also of noble origin?"

"good."

Edwina narrowed his eyes: "So your parents are also the type of people who go in and out of Boulogne Castle?"

Raphael shrugged and agreed.

"I'm sorry to hear about the past," Edwinra said. "So we do have one thing in common."

"Do they all have miserable 13 years old?"

"You really did investigate me." She took a sip of her tea, her eyes swept over his face again, "Or did Chatillon tell you?"

Raphael chuckled: "Your story has spread all over the world without investigation."

"Oh?" Edwina asked, "What have you heard?"

Raphael smiled, did not answer, and naturally changed the topic: "Chatillon will be back soon tomorrow."

"Ah."

"Are not you afraid?"

"I'm afraid. But what can I do if I'm afraid?" Edwin wiped the cake crumbs from his fingers, "Besides, he has no reason to kill me now."

"You share my bed every night."

"It's just sharing the same bed." Edwinla asked back, "If he killed me, would you feel so sad?"

"Maybe. After all, such a beautiful woman has passed away, and she is the one who has repeatedly rejected me..."

"Then, are you also the one who seduced his first five wives?" Edwina interrupted him and asked, before Raphael could answer, she went on talking to herself, "Chatillon is really Generous."

Raphael was silent.

"You boasted that you were the one who saved me from fire and water." Edwina glanced at him. "You're lying. You are clearly the guide to hell."

As soon as she finished speaking, Raphael suddenly stood up.Edwina was taken aback, for a moment he thought he was provoked and wanted to hurt her, but the next second, without saying a word, he turned around and jumped out of the window, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Edwin was stunned for a moment, and finally recovered his senses and threw himself to the window sill to look down, but he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark night.

The next day Chatillon returned as scheduled, Edwin La leaned on the stairs and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Are you happy while I'm away?" He kissed her forehead like any good husband would, even if their little relationship as husband and wife had turned into something completely different.

"Very happy," she replied. "Perfect ball, elegant guests, delicious drinks, beautiful necklaces."

Demon eyes glow harmlessly.

"As long as you like it." Chatillon seemed to be unable to understand what she said, "Have you kept the key to the castle well?"

Edwin pulled the key into his hand.Chatillon moved his fingers, and a bunch of keys slipped through his fingers.In the end he pinched one of them accurately.

The once striking silver key was now dimmed.

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The goal is to get Chatillon out of the game within four chapters