Evander came in and saw the mess in the house. There was no surprise in his eyes. He just ordered Aria,Zoe to tidy up the house.

It was no wonder that the two were female soldiers, and in just fifteen minutes they had transformed the entire room.

There were only the two of them left in the room. He approached slowly with his long legs, and a domineering air came toward him. She staggered back, but had no way to retreat.

He held her between his chest and the wall, and pinched her chin with his hand: "I'm afraid I'll have to give you a little bit of trouble these days. When the war is over, I'll take you back to Country C and hold another grand wedding."

She was still a little excited and her eyes were red: "Evander, what right do you have to disrupt my life!"

If it weren't for him, she would have become a dignified and gentle Mrs. Rong, and could have taken good care of Delilah.

"Oh! Do you really want to marry Sterling? C people all know the House of De Rossi precepts that women can only curl up in the backyard and be a captive kitten. Is this the life you want? Olivia, don't be silly, actually you are the same person as me, this heart is very wild!"

He touched her chest ambiguously, rubbing it gently and heavily.

She pushed him away angrily: "That's my business, what does it have to do with you!"

He was not annoyed either: "But now we are husband and wife, and we will be buried together in the future. Besides, what Sterling can give me you, Evander will give you. What he can't give you, I can give you."

It is said that Evander is backed by the power of a mysterious family, and he has become a general in C country at a young age. He is indeed better than Sterling, but this man is too dangerous for her to see through, and she thinks she can't control him.

She sneered: "So I'm not at a disadvantage?"

She couldn't find any reason Evander had to do with her. Maybe he was in urgent need of a woman to help him pay off his love debts. After all, there were plenty of women who would come up with a man of his kind.

Her gaze fell on the gun fastened to his waist, and her mind quickly reversed. She thought of a way to escape, and she gave a smile.

Since tonight is the wedding night, how could it be without fine wine?

A hint of playfulness flashed in Evander's eyes as he wanted to see what the cunning little fox was up to.

Soon Aria sent a dozen fine red wines.

Olivia opened the wine and filled Evander up: "cheers!"

She gulped down the red wine in her hand, and her rosy little face was bright and charming, with red wine remaining on her lips, lustrous and charming.

Before he drank it, his heart was drunk.

She filled another glass and was about to drink when he stopped her: "Since it's the wedding night, it's natural to have a drink of the same glass."

Her arms were intertwined, her breaths interlaced, and her ears, face, and neck were filled with his hot and domineering air, along with the rich aroma of red wine, so hot that it drove one crazy.

As she drank the red wine, her cheeks turned even redder and her eyes sparkled with light.

His heart stirred, and he cupped her face and kissed her lips. She tasted wonderful, sweet and with the rich aroma of red wine.

She staggered and pushed him away: 'I... I haven't had enough. You drink with me."

She has an exceptional capacity for alcohol, almost unmatched, and she is convinced that Evander is no match for her.

Sure enough, after ten bottles of red wine, Evander's vision became somewhat blurred and she was completely groomed.

She was also a little drunk, but still had a shred of sanity.

She smiled at the corners of her lips, raised her hand to gently pat his face, boldly stroked the handsome contours on his face, her fingers slipped in front of his chest, and forcefully pinched his cornus: "This face is very handsome, and the figure is also good."

She looked down at the space between his legs, and with a slight poke, there was an instant bulge.

She burst out laughing: "Isn't your bed work good too?" It really fulfills all the fantasies of women, but unfortunately I have no interest in you at all."

She knew very well that a man like Evander was something she couldn't afford to provoke.

She lifted him onto the bed, but did not notice the restrained, strange smile on the corner of his lips.

She had intended to throw him hard onto the bed, but he slipped and knocked her down.

He opened his eyes in a daze and gave her a seductive smile: "I'll tell you a secret, I love you."

Her heart was struck by something, and she stared at him blankly. It felt so strange that even when she was with Sterling, she had never had such a pounding heart.

Though they were childhood sweethearts and had an engagement, they had never overstepped their bounds, not even held hands a few times.

"Evander, do you know who I am?

"Olivia."

He slumped softly over her.

Her heart raced, but after a moment she calmed down. Intoxicating words, who could take them seriously?

She pushed him away and reached for the pistol at his waist, only to find that it was firmly fastened to his belt and had to be pulled open.

She had no choice but to pull off his belt and lower her head to draw the gun, only to encounter his heat.

She pulled out the gun, and with a hint of intoxication, reached out and tapped his stand forcefully: "Little one, stop making a fuss, Sister is leaving."

Thinking of the humiliation she had suffered in the car, she turned to look at the person in the bed and gave a slight smile: Don't you like SM? Then let you feel it well, the one who dares to bully me hasn't been born yet.

Even that domineering stepmother didn't take any advantage of her, even that bitch Freya tried her best to take Sterling away from her, if her only weakness, it was Delilah, otherwise she wouldn't have been the good girl of House of Bernadotte for twenty-two years.

She stripped him off completely, leaving only a pair of underpants. Then she tied her arm with a belt and fastened it to the bedside.

Feeling that something was still missing, she found a red candle in the drawer and tied the shoelaces of his leather boots into small whips.

The tears of the candle fell upon his bronze skin, which burst into waxes and turned a deep red.

She whipped his hips a few times with her little whip, pinched them, and exclaimed, "They are quite firm."

Thinking that there might be a fingerprint lock in the underground palace, she pressed his fingers onto the candle tears and wrapped them up carefully.

The job is done, go!

Plop, the door opened, and she crouched out carefully with her pistol in her hand.

At this moment, the man on the bed woke up, and with a slight force of his hands, he suddenly broke free from his belt, looked down at the deep red on his belly, and there was a haze in his eyes.

Dripping wax? Small whip? And shot his... Everyone in Rome knew that the House of Bernadotte was gentle and charming, dignified and lovely, and a white-clad angel who saved lives. How could such a perfect image have collapsed in the blink of an eye?

Hehe, she became even more interesting. As he had expected, she was a little devil in a gentle coat, exactly to his taste.

He pulled up his trousers and gave Hector an order: The demon-hunting operation officially begins.