[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

All tooften, wemasktruthinartifice.cealingourselvesforfearoflosingtheones.weloveorprolongingadeceptionforthosewewishtoexpose.

We always use various means to cover up the truth, or expose others to maintain the lie, so as to hide our fear of losing loved ones.We either curl up in the comfort of pain and sorrow, or try to use it to prevent the exposure of devastating truths An imperceptible warmth.

He stared intently at the sleeping girl.

She seemed exhausted, and there was a trace of exhaustion on her pale face.

Eric pressed a kiss between her eyebrows, then walked lightly into the bathroom.

There was a Vesper's bunt bathrobe in the bathroom, and the image of last night suddenly flashed in his mind. He tore off the bathrobe with all his strength, and pressed her soft body against his, and then——

A kind of sinking excitement flickered in his pupils, because he thought of her touch and panting.

Eric shook his head, driving away the images.

He was about to go to Washington to solve some minor troubles, otherwise he might not be able to bear it and wake Vespa up again.

When Eric came out of the cloakroom, his clothes had already been arranged.

In fact, Vespa already knew yesterday that he needed to go to Washington today.

But he still sat by the bed, staring at his little girl, wanting to say goodbye to her before leaving.

Fortunately, Vespa didn't sleep too drowsily, perhaps because of Eric's approach, her closed eyes and eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she woke up.

Not yet fully awake, Vespa's voice was very soft, "Eric—"

Magneto rubbed her cheek with his fingers, "I'm going to Washington to discuss with a congressman. I'm afraid I won't be back in New York until tomorrow."

Vesper already knew about this schedule yesterday. In the face of the anti-mutant extremist organization, Magneto and Professor X have been very busy in recent days, especially in persuading the congressmen to agree with them on the issue of equal rights for mutants.

The Brotherhood of Mutants and the X-Men are currently allies of each other, and the two sides have actually always had similar attitudes towards the rights of mutants.

Especially at this time, facing the threat of anti-mutant extremist organizations, they will work together to defend the rights of mutants.

The two mutant leaders seem to have reached a consensus—

Professor X, who is a mutant of the spiritual department, is stationed in New York to maintain the normal operation of the base and teach mutants at the same time.

Magneto, the leader of the hawks, is more responsible for external affairs because of his ability to control the magnetic field and all metals, his attack power is powerful, and his strength and endurance even exceed the limit of human beings.

So Eric has been on business trips a lot lately.

Vespa kissed him hard on the cheek, "Come back soon, sir."

She looked like a little girl who was pestering her father and Eric felt his heart soften into a ball.

He buried himself in the girl's neck, his thin beard tickled her a bit, and a sweet laugh came from under him.

Eric rubbed her body hard, "You little bastard who is always seductive."

But the knock on the door sounded again inappropriately.

The Iceman and the White Queen.

Magneto will take the two mutants to Washington to start negotiations with the congressman.

Vespa felt quite relieved about the safety of the trip.

One is the White Queen whose mental strength is no lower than that of Professor X.

One is the Iceman who can create infinite ice regardless of physical conditions, so as to shake the foundation of the entire universe.

Coupled with the fourth-level mutant Magneto, I am afraid that no one can pose a threat to this team.

Eric kissed her hard for a while before walking out of the bedroom. He just wanted to get rid of these damn extremist organizations as soon as possible, so that his little girl could live in this world without threats.

After Magneto left, Vespa fell into a drowsy sleep again, and it was already noon when she woke up.

Vespa felt that her head was becoming more and more unconscious from too much sleep.

And her way of waking up is very special. In addition to taking a shower, Vespa found a set of chemistry competition exercises and started to solve them.

Due to the current rampant anti-mutant extremist organizations, Vespa could only temporarily ask for leave from Briley Girls High School, and stayed in this castle for safety reasons.

She is very familiar with the high school curriculum in the 60s in the United States. After all, she was admitted to an international prestigious school two worlds ago.

If she stays in this world long enough, maybe she can think about what college she will choose in the future.

At this time, a crisp knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Hearing the familiar knock on the door, Vespa already guessed who it was.

"Please come in—"

She was still sitting on the bed, lowering her head to answer the competition exercises.

With the sound of the door opening, Charles' pure British pronunciation came, "Vespa, you haven't had lunch yet."

Vespa looked at him. On that pretty face, the blue eyes were like a deep blue lake, which was amazing.

He was wearing trousers and a shirt, and the style of the shirt had the classic elegance of the nineteenth century. His whole figure seemed to come out of an oil painting, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was so cynical and charming.

Vespa pointed at him the exercises, "Wait until I finish solving these problems."

Charles came to her, standing by the bed and did not sit down, "Chemistry competition problem?"

Vespa lowered his head and filled out the options, "I plan to study chemistry at Oxford University in two years."

Vespa was a student at Christ Church College, Oxford, and she has wonderful memories of that college.

The chemistry major at Oxford University is very good, and currently has four Nobel Prize winners.

"I'm also an Oxford graduate, dear." Charles' voice was tinged with pleasure.

Vespa finished the last problem and put the competition exercises aside.

She gave Charles a sweet smile, with a look of admiration, "Of course I know, you are an authoritative expert in genetics, variation and psychology at Oxford."

I don't know that hundreds of people have said this to Charles, but he has never felt like something is flapping his wings in his heart like this moment.

How could she torture him like this, sometimes hurting his heart cruelly, and sometimes making him happy like he was in heaven.

Charles felt as if he was being played by her, but he was powerless to resist whether it was pain or joy.

Vespa sat on the bed, spread his hands to him, and made a playful face, "Where's my lunch?"

Charles looked at her thin white palm with blue blood vessels, and suddenly wanted to reach out and touch it.

—but he didn't.

It's not time yet, Charles, wait a little longer.

"Let's go to the garden." Charles' clear eyes were like peerless sapphires, and Vespa suddenly felt that there was nothing in this world that could be bluer than his eyes.

This amazing castle has several garden courtyards, and the one Charles took her to is located at the southernmost tip of the castle, connected to the dark blue lake, and the scenery is magnificent and charming.

This is a small but elegant English-style garden, surrounded by Manli's rhododendrons. At the same time, the gorgeous blue gentian flowers are like blue sparks, dotted with fairy-tale dreamy colors.

Everything is so natural and elegant, eclectic and can reveal romantic beauty.

The lunch that Charles prepared for her was very rich, but he only had a cup of coffee in his hand.

In his pale and slender hands, the gold-rimmed bone china cup was as beautiful as a priceless work of art.

"My God, Charles, what a beautiful garden it is."

Vespa's appetite has never been good, she took a few mouthfuls of lobster jelly, and then began to enjoy the beautiful scenery leisurely.

There is an ancient fountain in front of you. The blue spring water is as charming as Charles' eyes. The marble Greek goddess in the center of the fountain is exquisitely carved and lifelike.

Charles' eyes rested on her, amorously fascinated. "Would you like to see a better view?"

"of course."

Her smile is free and easy and innocent, and that kind of unknowingly seductive and classical charm makes people mesmerized.

Charles felt hot blood rushing through his veins, a pain and pleasure.

He finally reached out and held Vespa firmly, with secret emotions and no scruples at the same time.

Charles took her deep into the garden, and when he was about to walk to the lake, he finally came to the edge of the castle.

It is directly connected to the blue and far-reaching lake, reflecting the sparkling light in the sun, with epic grandeur and dream.

A huge curved gray stone wall lay in front of them, with only one corner door open, which looked very old, carved with patterns and totems.

Vespa looked at Charles curiously, "Is it the dock in the castle?"

Charles didn't answer her, but found the key and opened the brass lock that seemed to be more than a century old.

Vespa was a little nervous, but at the same time she was extremely curious. She felt as if she had returned to the Middle Ages, and everything seemed to be an adventure fairy tale.

When Charles opened the iron door, Vespa looked in curiously, only to see the spiraling stone steps.

Charles held her hand with a gentle and affectionate voice, "Follow me."

After entering, Vespa soon felt the sudden drop in temperature, carrying cold water vapor, which made her shiver subconsciously.

Charles put a suit jacket on her, and then turned on several wall lamps at hand.

The lights came on instantly, and Vespa had a clear view of the scene in front of him.

This is a huge dock in a very classic and luxurious English nautical style.

The blue and gold tiles are inlaid with exquisite patterns. The square pool in the center looks like a swimming pool, but it is directly connected to the blue lake. Under the golden light, it is reflecting the sparkling light, which is as beautiful as a dream.

What is even more amazing is the vigorous growth of aquatic plants here.

Perhaps they have been growing for many years. Their plants are tall and beautiful. Some of them are submerged in the water, and some of them follow the growth of the surrounding Roman pillars. The light refracted by the blue lake water sprinkles on the flowers and leaves, like a fairyland.

Vespa was amazed at the beauty in front of her, but Charles could only focus on her face.

She is stunningly beautiful with unruly eyes, black hair and fair skin, making her look innocent and slutty.

Charles suddenly felt that the air here had become secretive and lazy, as if some kind of frenzy that broke through the shackles was brewing.

He could hear his own heart beating at a rate that made him feel like he was about to die suddenly.

Charles could no longer resist the frenzy in his heart.

He pushed Vespa hard against the Roman pillar, then leaned closer, and kissed her reverently.

Charles closed his eyes, hiding all obsession and frenzy.

Vespa's exclamation was blocked by him, his kiss was so passionate and desperate, but so frantic, it was impossible to extricate himself.

Charles' palm touched her waist, the slender and soft touch seemed to be easily broken.

Vespa seemed to be frightened by him, he bit her lip slightly hard, and when she cried out in pain, the tip of his tongue penetrated into her lips, entangled frantically.

Charles felt that time was frozen, he couldn't resist the mystery and temptation of Vespa, he just wanted to be one with her, there was no past and present, and no longer considered existence and death.

He dug his fingers into the black hair at the back of Vespa's head and pulled her towards him, deepening the kiss hard.

The rebelliousness and rebellion exuded from her bones made him break free from the moral shackles he had maintained for many years.

In front of her, all truths and virtues have disappeared, leaving only the most primitive temptation, which has nothing to do with the beauty and truth of human nature.

Charles always tried to cover up his crazy love for this girl with all kinds of conscience and morality, but at this moment, everything fell apart.

Even though he would be huddled in pain and sorrow in the future, Charles couldn't force himself to stay away from her again.

When Charles' kiss finally left, Vespa's breathing became messy.

Her eyes were blurred, and she looked at his blue eyes in disbelief.

Underneath the dead and silent castle, his voice sounded, "Vespa, you have the ability to instantly end your life—"

Charles is close to her again, the charming British accent is fragile and gorgeous——

"It's up to you, accept me, or kill me."