Were all the foods prepared in the kitchen just for the dinner that he had? Because lunch was not luxurious, and even the foods were too light for her to swallow!
She always had a heavy taste. She frowned and asked: "Why is it so light?"
"The young master doesn't like the stench in other people's mouths, so you need to put up with it today and keep your breath fresh all the time." "Where's borsch I want?" "The young master hates sour smell most. I'll have to wait for the young master to leave before cooking for you. "
"..." Damn it, she began to loathe the man before she saw him! After dinner, she had only been resting for half an hour and was forced by the servant to take a bath in the bathroom. From 1: 00 p.m. to 3: 00 p.m., she took a milk bath for two hours.
The servant washed her from top to bottom, smeared her body cream, sprayed a small amount of faint perfume, and even her nails were carefully trimmed.
Thera had been holding back her temper and being played with casually by these people like a puppet. Combing her hair, changing clothes, these things took a lot of time, and Thera spent almost the day dressing up to meet Cyril Norman.
In the evening, Cyril did not show up. New dishes continued to appear on the table, and because of the shortage of manpower, the servants were busy running into the kitchen, and no one could take care of her anymore.
Bah, asking her to keep her breath fresh, she deliberately wanted to eat something heavy. She quietly took out a can of garlic in the fridge. As soon as the lid was uncover, the pungent smell rushed out. She was not interested in this thing, but it was the only one that tasted heavy enough and lasted long enough.
Thera put up with it and ate all the garlic, only to feel spicy. Did he hate the smell of sour? Then she stole a bottle of vinegar and smeared it on her body, on her clothes, on her hair, especially on the key parts.
It really smelled bad, Thera wrinkled her nose as she rubbed it. Since everyone's attention was on Cyril at this time, she deliberately sat far away alone, trying not to attract anyone's attention.
It was getting darker and darker, and by 10:00 in the evening he had not come yet.
"it's so late, why hasn't the young master come yet?" The servant added new fumigation wax to the incense and kept the pleasant smell of the house. "Maybe there's something wrong with the young master, so he is not coming today." The servant took turns looking out on the terrace, and each came back with a look of disappointment.
By midnight, the legendary man still didn't show up. The delicacies on the table had not been eaten by anyone, and they were already cold. The servants who had been nervous all day were tired and rested as usual.
While everyone in the villa was asleep, a private helicopter landed on the beach on the island, setting off a fierce and huge wind. The curly hair assistant dressed in France and four entourage in uniform got off the helicopter and waited on both sides of the stairwell.
This was the most advanced commercial helicopter in the world, carrying about ten people, with luxury bedroom, bathroom and restaurant. All accessories were top luxury, even the machine stairs were covered with red carpets. A tall and handsome figure came out of the helicopter.
In the moonlight, he had enormous charisma, like the dark emperor.
He turned his back to the light source, handsome face, deep features, dark red eyes, red lips, was born with a haughty temperament.
The waves clapped on the reef, making a loud wave sounds.