Evander seemed to have a slight obsession with cleanliness. As soon as he returned to the underground palace, he ordered Aria to fetch the bath water.

Olivia couldn't help teasing him: "How did a man with a cleanliness obsession like you get used to military life?"

After all, military life means climbing and rolling through the scorching sun, the wind and snow, and risking one's life in the gunfire and mud, and this green is always stained with blood and dust.

He took off his clothes and said, "Even if the conditions are tough, I still have a way to wash myself clean."

Even on a winter mission in the thick forest, he would chisel through the ice to take a cold shower.

She suddenly became curious about Evander's origin, which was different from the big head soldiers who had climbed up from the bottom of poverty. He had an innate noble air about him.

He looked up and saw her staring at him in a daze, and grinned, "Would you like to wash with me?"

She glared hard, she didn't want it, this guy always showed his weapon, she had been tormented by him for three days and three nights, and it still hurt there.

He walked into the bathroom with a smile and heard the sound of the water flowing in the bathroom, and she could actually think of him bathing, the gurgling water flowing along the solid abdominal muscles, gathering in the mysterious area...

Pop! She slapped her face lightly. Oh my god, she was actually daydreaming about him just now?

A moment later, Evander came out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, with water droplets still dripping from his hair, and a perfect figure exuding power and wild beauty.

She turned her head in a fluster, pretending to make the bed.

He held her from behind, and the scent of his body wash hit her heart again and again.

"Get ready to pack your clothes and I'll take you back to Country C in three days."

"So soon?" she was astonished.

He held her earlobe ambiguously: "What? Can't bear to part with this place where we spend our world together?"

She nudged him with her elbow: "Stop being pretentious!"

"Hiss... Did you murder your husband?"

He lay on the bed with his legs clasped.

Did she pound his egg just now?

She was about to step forward to check when he turned over and pinned her down. Their eyes met, and she even saw herself breathing a little in his seductive gaze.

The "iron cone" beneath him was poking at her, leaving her at a loss for words: "Can you talk to me properly?" Always fidgeting."

He sat up and picked her up in his arms: "In two days I will order the troops to launch a general attack and defeat the army of Country D."

Seeing how nonchalant he spoke, Olivia understood that Evander was a cheetah on the battlefield, having long held the initiative of the battle, and it was up to his mood how and when to fight.

A man as wise as a lion and as crafty as a Wolf is truly terrifying to the enemy.

She turned her head and kissed his chin, as if sighing, "My man is really amazing."

He smiled and held her cheek, deepening the kiss: "Your man is more powerful below."

Colonel Evander was indeed a man who couldn't stop talking.

She was so weak from his kiss that she collapsed on the bed with him, panting.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked her hair: "Once the news of the victory of the war reaches Country C, I will receive a call of the president's commendation, and then we will urgently return home to receive the military commendation."

She thought for a moment that three days later would be the day when Freya and Sterling would return home to entertain guests, and that was just too coincidental.

In the glow of the calcium carbide, she seemed to think of something.

She stared straight at him: 'You... Could it be for me?"

He gave her a gentle kiss: "Otherwise? I've heard that your sister is a month pregnant, and you were struggling to find your fiance a month ago. There's no such thing as being bullied in my Evander creed. I'll go back to bullying with you!"

She was clearly shocked, and he had gone to all this trouble just to help her vent her anger.

Her heart was filled with emotion: "Evander, thank you."

He held her earlobe in his mouth: "The word 'thank' is split into the radical 'one' and the character 'shoot'. The word comes from the mouth, that is' shoot '. Do you want to feel it?"

She rolled her eyes. She was convinced that it was impossible to communicate normally with Evander, a seasoned yellow and Chinese person, and drive at the slightest disagreement!

Things did go as Evander had said.

The D army was defeated by Evander's troops and soon declared a truce.

Evander, who naturally became the top contributor to C, received military and political rewards in the past few days.

Evander, with Olivia and his flying eagles, quickly flew back to Rome, C.

He answered the phone and explained to her, "I'm going to report to the president first. Aria will take you to try on the dress later and I'll go to the banquet to see you in the evening."

'All right.'

She watched him leave, with a hint of reluctance and attachment in her eyes.

He suddenly turned back, placed a kiss on her lips, and gave a sinister smile to the corner of his lips: "Be good, you'll see me tonight."

She blushed: "I didn't say I couldn't bear to part with you."

He chuckled softly: "It's me who can't bear to part with you. I really want to keep you in my pocket and carry you wherever I go."

Well, Colonel Evander not only loves to talk nonsense, but also says love words like this... Pretty!

Aria brings Olivia to the Rome Vertex Tower, a high-end dress shop.

It's said that the owner behind the Apex is mysterious, and the dresses here are only for the powerful, the military and political bigwigs, and even if some people have money, they can't buy them.

Olivia and Aria had just reached the summit when they saw a familiar figure. Her good sister Freya was wearing a bright red cheongsam and posing in front of the mirror.

After all, they are sisters. Their looks are somewhat similar, but Freya has inherited her mother's seductive charm. This red cheongsam on her looks curvaceous and alluring.

Olivia didn't want to pay any attention to her, after all, her younger sister had always been at odds with her since childhood, snatching everything from her, including men.

Unexpectedly, Freya saw her and came over, twisting her hips: "Isn't sister going to congratulate me?"

Olivia stops: "Well, congratulations to the little sister for her successful birth."

At this moment, a group of noblewomen gathered around, and they naturally recognized the sisters, and knew that it was Olivia who was engaged to Sterling, but it was House of Bernadotte, the second daughter, who was married, that there must be something going on. Now that Olivia said this, it became clear.

"I didn't expect House of Bernadotte's family education to be so bad, and the younger sister to be so arrogant after stealing the elder sister's man."

"Well, what's there to be proud of about having a mistress? What no shame!"

Freya was stopped by the ladies and spat.

Olivia went to the fitting room gracefully. To her, Freya was just a piece of shit. There was no need for her to disgust herself over a piece of shit.

The salesperson politely brought the dress over: "Madam, this is a dress that will be custom-made three days ago."

Olivia felt warm in her heart. It turned out that Evander had planned everything for her when he was carrying out the plan.

She had just changed into her dress when she heard a 'bang' as Freya, with a bird's nest head, burst in, dragging a cheongsam torn into strips.