Capítulo 35: 012 Coming without Being Invited
Taking a step back and believing in the authenticity of the note -Somehow, Elaine's instincts told her it was credible. But with all the security outside, what if the operation failed? Would she be able to live with the consequences?
She couldn't even imagine what other underhanded and vicious tricks Jeff had left to punish herself. It's just that, with Jeff's perverted character, even if she has been a good girl, he may also go crazy one day. If she did not run away, staying with him for a long time, may sooner or later will be tortured to death it ...
This thought has delayed a lot of time. Suddenly, I heard the sound of moving outside the door. Elaine snapped her eyes open and figured that someone was coming to collect the dinner plates.
She had a ghost in her heart, didn't care about the nobleman's manners as before, hurriedly picked up the cold pasta with her fork and stuffed it into her mouth, then finished it in two bites. Then she pushed the plate back to the people through the small window as if nothing had happened.
The window was opened, Elaine poked her head in to see, while there was nothing unusual about the man. He didn't even bother to look down at the person inside, took the tray and closed it immediately and left, no different than usual, mechanical and cold.
[ It should not be the person in room 311. ]
Elaine squeezed the note in her hand. Since the other party did not leave a contact method on the note, that peolple must have found a way to contact her again. All she could do was wait and sort out the situation in the time she had to wait.
Elaine thought about it and thought it meant that it may be not safe, so she looked around her cell, finally went into the bathroom and put the note under the open faucet and rinsed it.
When the water was wet, the handwriting on the note was slightly blurred, but still barely legible.
Elaine simply tore it into tiny pieces of paper and flushed it down the toilet, there was no trace of it left.
That was a relief, for the next few days, every mealtime she would wait at the cell door in advance, and after getting the tray, she checked it again and again. Even when eating, chewing a lot slower, afraid that the clues in the food will be eaten by myself, but there was nothing.
Elaine didn't know what the person who sent the note that day had in mind, and why the person who sent the note never contacted her again.
This made Elaine, who had easily made up her mind, every day, she was tormented by suspicion and waiting, worrying that the longer things dragged on, the longer things dragged on, the more likely Jeff would find out.
Her mind was so torn that she even began to wonder if the first note had hidden other clues, but she had already destroyed it, impossible to find it again.
Time passed in Elaine's anxiety. The third day after the receipt of the note, instead of waiting for a second contact from room 311.
Instead, she waited for Jeff again.
*
In the dim candlelight, Hans looked at Chad, with a bend in his brow, very gently: "You know I'll be here any minute. Why did you lock the door?"
Chad pressed his back against the window that had just been closed, looked down and thought for a moment, and then, with difficulty, she raised her hand and gestured: "Don't you ever come back to me again. I'll do anything you want, except for what you did to Lord Orville, and that... ...."
Hans leaned over slightly and took up the cotton coat which he had left on the table, and looked at it, which cover was made of polyester, and the stitching on the top was neat: "You still know how to make clothes?"
He deliberately ignored her sign language, tilting his head to see that Chad was still standing there, so he smiled again: "You're standing in the dark, while I can't even see your face, and let alone the movement of your hands. Do you think I'm a night cat?"
Chad then slowly moved over, let her frontal body was in the candlelight, then she tried to raise her hand again.
Hans suddenly clasped her palm and intertwined his fingers with hers, ten fingers.
He smiled, mimicking her expression just now: "So, what was 'that' ... thing? I do not understand, so please explain it to me again."
Chad's face reddened and she glared at the man with annoyance and anxiety. She was usually a person who has no anger at all, but when she met Hans, she was so angry that she was on fire, almost burned her whole body.
He clearly saw everything, and had read her meaning, but deliberately lied to her that it was too dark to see. Called her over, was just trying to humiliate her in a closer distence.
Hans looked at her with smiling eyes. The eyes that stared at him were as light brown as the veneer of good pine, reminded Hans of grapes on bamboo vines in the summer, while he also thought of the ones he saw in the Imperial Zoo as a child, that the captive chipmunks with pine nuts in their cheeks. Even when people were staring at it,with only a little fierce, but didn't scare people.
Hans couldn't resist reaching out to probe her eyebrows and eyes, but Chad immediately closed half an eye. The former then smiled and rubbed his thumb over her eyelashes.
"You look at me with anger again," Hans suddenly said: "It made my cock getting hard."
As if in shock, Chad wrenched his hand out of his hand with a desperate effort, and then she took a few steps back in a panic, with a bitter face, she signaled: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"But what I said is true," Hans followed her step by step: "I like beautiful women, especially the kind that makes people want to conquer. There is no other woman in England who is as good as you, Deputy Knight Commander. Not to mention that your figure, pliable and beautiful, I've checked it all out ....."
Chad almost went crazy, rushed up to him like a brute and head into his heart. She didn't dare to listen to him any longer, because the crazy man's mouth was full of nonsense!
Hans didn't expect her to rush to him, nor did he expect her to headbutt him. His body deflected backwards, but didn't completely avoid it, then Chad hit him hard on the side of his stomach.
The belly is the softest place, which made Hans almost couldn't catch his breath. After the pain, Hans' face finally sank, then his temper as a duke came back.
He tugged at Chad's thin shirt with one hand, with the other hand, she grabbed her neck and with a force that was neither too heavy nor too light, then pushed her against the bed frame.
He didn't do it to kill her, this allowed Chad to still exhale, but it could make her feel humiliated.
The wooden bed shook unsteadily, with the curtain hanging from the bed frame swayed in response.
"Bastard bitch!"
She tilted her head slightly, and could't stop panicking. She was afraid that Edric, who lived in the room behind her, would hear some voice from her room.
Chad fought back the discomfort of being locked in the throat, reminder him in a panic: "There's someone living in the back room! If someone hears ..."
"So what if someone hears?" Hans sneered: "I'm a bachelor, and an secret guard.
Maybe I'll die on a mission that day, but if I take you with me to hell, it's not a bad deal."
Chad felt the force between his fingers getting tighter and tighter, forcing her to breathe less and less, getting red in the face. Hans, however, did not lessen his strength in any way.
"I'm not asking too much of you," Hans said blandly: "Only three things: One, not to use force against me in the future; Two, what I ask, you answer, couldn't ignore my words; Thirdly, what I want you to do, you must do, no 'No' or 'can't' ."
He pressed against Cahd's leg, the tips of his fingers gently traced her chin: "If you make me unhappy. I'll tell everyone about you, them may strip you of your clothes, then veryone on the estate will see you are a woman !"
Such fierce and harsh words, but he said it carelessly, but the eyes reveal a few proud manic and fierce, which made Chad have to believe that he will do what he says.
Hans was not a kind person, so any plea for mercy and resistance in front of him was useless.
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