[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

It is those who live with and love and should know who eludeus, but we still love them are always those people who we get along with, love each other, and should know each other are deceiving us.Even so, we still love them Osborne House, Oxford, UK

Vespa stood outside the gate of this luxurious manor and sighed softly.

Large areas of green space, gardens, lakes, and woods are integrated into one, and the luxurious and stretching buildings are vast and imposing.

Vespa looked at the charming lake beside the soft green grass, and at a glance, he could enjoy the charming natural scenery of the manor.

The manor looks more like a royal residence than the flats that can be found everywhere in London.

This is understandable, as its owner is Norman Osborne, chairman of Osborne Industries, whose total assets exceed US$2000 billion.

The reason why Vespa is here now is for Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn.

Her identity in this world is the latest tutor hired by Norman Osborn for his only son.

By the way, today is the first meeting between the two.

Harry Osborne graduated from Eton College and is currently studying at Oxford University in his first year of undergraduate biochemistry.

Vespa, as the youngest professor of biochemistry at Oxford University Christian College, was specially hired by Norman Osborn in the United States as his son's tutor.

Vespa took a few steps back, looking up at the magnificent building in front of him, feeling more and more that he was about to show hatred for the rich.

With a soft voice, she stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the heavy carved door was opened, and a middle-aged man in a black suit was standing behind the door. His expression froze, and he continued, "I think you must be Professor Linde?"

There was a decent smile on the corner of Vespa's mouth, "Good afternoon, sir."

"Hello, Professor Linde, I'm William Jones, the steward of Osborne Manor." His smile seemed to have been measured perfectly, and his behavior and posture were without any mistakes, showing the exquisiteness of the British court Etiquette, "Mr. Osborne is waiting for you in the study."

Mr. Jones, the housekeeper, hid the surprise on his face. After all, he never thought that Professor Linde was so young and beautiful.

Vespa followed the butler into the Osborne Manor, and the collections, porcelain and oil paintings in front of him were simply amazing, from the chandelier curtains to the ancient artworks, everything was exquisite.

But Vespa quickly discovered that the lights in the castle were a bit dim, making people feel depressed for no reason.

The sunlight outside the window tried to shine in, but it was blocked by the curtain, and only a faint golden light passed through.

In the incomparably majestic and magnificent castle, the dark stone floor and walls set against the unusually high hollow hall, the gilded roof and the huge crystal chandelier complement each other, which is astonishing.

The study room was set up on the second floor. Mr. Jones, the housekeeper, stopped outside the closed door, bent slightly and whispered to Vesper, "Mr. Osborne invites you to enter alone."

Vespa nodded to him, watched the butler turn and leave, then sighed and pushed open the heavy door.

The classicist study room has an astonishing momentum. The extremely large bookcases are as high as the ceiling, filled with books, standing around them, occupying the entire three walls, and appearing luxurious and elegant.

Behind a thick dark brown lacquered desk sat a young man.

He has an extremely handsome and exquisite appearance, but his temperament is gloomy and sick. There is no trace of frivolity and dandyism in his whole body. Instead, he looks preoccupied and unpredictable.

The skin of young people is unusually pale, as if they have not been exposed to enough sunlight for a long time.

Vespa looked at Harry Osborne, who was fragile and decadent, yet showing an evil spirit, and gave him a friendly smile, "Good afternoon, Mr. Osborne."

Harry Osborn cast his eyes on her, and made no attempt to stand up.

Vespa raised his eyebrows, "You seem to be a little resistant to me."

Harry lowered his gaze, his voice was indifferent, "I just failed to win the first prize in the competition because of a bad cold that affected my thoughts. Mr. Norman Osborn couldn't wait to find you as a tutor."

Vespa blinked, and it seemed that the relationship between the father and son was very tense and distant.

"Bad cold?" Vesper shrugged at him. "Honestly, I was holding a first-place trophy when I passed out from a bad cold during a chemistry competition in my high school."

Harry Osborn: "…"

Vespa walked towards him, leaning comfortably on the large, heavy desk, within inches of him.

Her posture is calm and elegant, and her sexy figure is curvy and alluring.

Vespa raised his eyebrows, "You resisted me because I was arranged by your father?"

Harry stared into her eyes, his voice was charmingly youthful, but his tone was unusually gloomy, "You are like a disgusting bottle of whiskey to me."

"Whiskey?" Vespa had a vague smile on his lips.

Harry Osborn got to his feet and approached her gradually.

His voice was gloomy, and there was a kind of resentment and emptiness in his extremely beautiful green eyes, "I was sent to boarding school at the age of 11. On my 16th birthday, Mr. Norman Osborne, or his assistant, A bottle of whiskey for me, presumably picked out by his assistant, on a card that reads—Smile, Norman Osborn."

Vespa's voice was gentle, and there was a gleam in his eyes, "It's always those people who we should get along with, love each other, and know each other who are deceiving us."

"Love?" Harry sneered, he put his hands on her side, his slender and thin body revealed an extremely powerful aura, "Do you know how I handled that bottle of whiskey?"

Vespa exhaled softly, as if looking at a child out of control, "Did you pour it into the burning fireplace?"

"The flames it ignites are far less powerful than my anger." Harry Osborn's handsome and delicate face still reveals a sense of youth and immaturity, but combined with his neurotic elegance, it looks extremely charming.

Vespa didn't dodge back, but looked straight at him, "If you dare to stuff me into the fireplace, I'll burn your beautiful golden hair to ashes."

Harry was puzzled by her reaction, his green eyes widening slightly, framed by long lashes.

Vespa crossed his arms and frowned at him, "Mr. Osborne, how long has it been since you had a good rest?"

The dark circles under his amorous green eyes are so noticeable that it's hard to ignore.

Harry felt as if he was punching a ball of cotton, and whatever he said, the enigmatic and alluring young woman didn't seem to care at all.

She looks evil and awe-inspiring, but she has a graceful demeanor with three steps and three shakes, as if she was an elegant and noble beauty one second ago, and she will become decadent and crazy the next second.

Vespa freely picked up the biochemistry competition exercises on his desk, glanced over it in a hurry, and pointed out the problem, "For the question of ion transmembrane transport during the action potential of nerve cells, you have forgotten the active transport after repolarization. .”

Harry frowned deeply, unable to believe that he had made such a low-level mistake.

Vespa comforted him gently, "I think you must have put all your thoughts on how to get rid of me before."

Harry looked at her, his brows didn't relax, "No, even so, I shouldn't have made a mistake."

Vespa suddenly felt that the loveless boy in front of him was barely likable.

That kind of strict demands on herself, but at the same time gloomy and dissatisfied, with a lot of preoccupations, really resembles her once.

The breeze blew past, blowing the curtain by the window, and the golden light finally spilled into the magnificent study room.

Vespa's face was bathed in the sun, and the corner of her mouth curled up into a smile, "Why don't you make a promise, if you win the first prize in the next competition, how about my disgusting bottle of 'whiskey' resigning voluntarily?" ?”

Harry felt a little frustrated for no reason, she looked so at ease, as if he was an innocent child.

This caused some dissatisfaction in his heart, and he opened his mouth and said impulsively, "—I'm already an adult."

At this moment, he lost the smirk and mischievous look that always hung on his face, and looked more like a handsome and immature boy.

Vesper shrugged. "Of course I know that, Mr. Osborne."

"Miss Linde, you haven't matured much either." Harry looked at her gloomyly.

Then, he suddenly felt his cheek being pinched.

Vespa let go of his hand, and looked at his finally bloody face with satisfaction, although he was probably angry.

Young Mr. Osborne took a deep breath, "...you are absolutely crazy--"

Vesper raised his eyebrows, "You are so cute, Mr. Harry Osborne."

Harry felt like a little hamster being teased by her, completely helpless.

He suppressed a trace of strange emotion in his heart that he didn't know how to explain, lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, and focused on the competition exercises.

Vespa sat down on the other side of the desk like a dedicated governess.

And Vespa's gaze was on his pale and bloodless face and the very obvious dark circles under his eyes.

Rebellious teenagers who lack parental care are always easy to soften the hearts of female creatures.

Not to mention he is so handsome.

Miss Yangou Vespa Linde didn't mind spending some time with him, at least hoping to help him avoid that miserable end.

Vespa knocked on the table and saw Harry look up at her as he wished.

The curved corner of her mouth made Harry's expression froze, and the next second, he turned his head away.

The handsome and thin boy whispered softly, "What's your problem?"

Vespa put his chin in his hands and smiled at him, "How about going to the lake or the garden to solve the exercises?"

In essence, Harry Osborn was an elite-educated upper-class gentleman. For example, at this moment, he did not reject Vespa's proposal, although he did not like the outdoor sunlight.

He had long been used to always being in a magnificent and dimly lit room, the only difference being that he had changed from a boarding school to Osborne Castle.

It was late autumn at this time, and the garden in the Osborne mansion was extraordinarily beautiful, peaceful and stunning.

Gardening is one of the cores of British culture. For the British, the beauty of that side is not only flowers and plants in a simple sense, but also a spiritual garden.

In the delicate and charming garden, there are white tables and chairs in Rococo style.

Vespa opened the chair and sat down, behind her was a crystal clear lake, the water was clear and transparent, reflecting the blue irises growing on the shore.

Harry's expression still seemed a little awkward. I don't know if it was from the heart or he put it on purpose.

Soon a maid brought warm coffee and black tea, as well as some exquisite English refreshments.

Harry subconsciously wanted to pour warm coffee into the bone china cup decorated with gold rims. Unexpectedly, Vespa handed him the milk jug of English black tea.

The young Mr. Osborne looked at her in confusion, and the beautiful woman in front of him directly took the coffee pot from him.

Harry's heart skipped a beat when her fingers inevitably grazed his.

Then he heard the governess's voice, her voice tinged with frivolity and charm, "My dear, coffee makes your young face look tired and haggard."

Look at his dark circles, it's like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in three months.

She aimed the spout of the milk spout at his glass, "And milk will keep you asleep."

Harry frowned, but unexpectedly picked up the milk and put it to his lips for a sip.

Then, as if he finally realized what he had done, he put down the bone china cup and frowned even more, "Miss Linde, you are just my tutor, not the babysitter."

Vespa shrugged, "Of course you don't have to drink it. In fact, whether you are healthy or not has nothing to do with me."

Harry Osborn felt himself in a worse mood.

This woman is almost like a cunning witch.

But he stared at Vespa, but he couldn't feel the slightest malice.

His mother died young, and his father was indifferent and unfeeling. He was sent to boarding school early and treated him like a criminal.

In Harry Osborn's current life, no one cherished him, and people treated him differently, but because he was the only heir to Osborne's industry.

He lowered his eyes, raised the bone china cup to his mouth with a blank expression.

At least at this moment, this glass of milk made him feel the long-lost illusion of being cherished.

The corner of Vespa's mouth slowly curled into a sincere and charming smile, which seemed to be shining with an unknown light.

And Harry Osborn watched her, feeling as if a burning brand was burning in his heart.