Alaric looked at her meaningfully and said nonchalantly, "I don't mind."

He pulled Diana's hair a little hard, and the pain forced her to lean down.

Her waist was fastened by a hand, which pulled her into its arms.

She struggled to stay away from him, and he held her tighter: "Don't move if you don't want to get yourself into trouble, or you can't wait to have a monkey with me."

"Mr. Alaric is really sensitive and can catch fire anytime and anywhere."

"I only do this to you." He was telling the truth. This woman gave him a kind of magic that was about to explode. He bit her earlobe flirtfully, watched her hide in his arms with satisfaction, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and felt a satisfaction he had never experienced before.

"Pervert..."

Diana murmured, exhausted after taking the medicine, too lazy to resist and struggle, and fell into a deep sleep in his arms without realizing it.

She slept soundly that night.

Morning

Under the Swarovski crystal chandelier, a row of limited edition watches were pulled out of the glass cabinet, and Alaric gave a quick glance, picked up a Patek Philippe mechanical watch and pinned it to his hand.

In the fitting room, David pulled open several rows of tie cabinets for his master to choose from.

"Mobile phone." Alaric stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, clutching his wristwatch.

David hurriedly handed over his phone, but Alaric didn't answer it, didn't look at it, and said coldly, "Open Moments."

There are few Moments worthy of the young master's attention, and someone of his status doesn't need to look at Moments at all, nor does he ever look at them.

David's mind flashed and he immediately understood what the young master was looking at.

"You haven't added Miss Lillian yet. Do you want to add her? She's set up to be accessible only to friends."

"Add with the company number."

After fastening the watch for a moment, he picked up his personal phone, swiped the screen, and quickly found Diana's wechat ID to add.

After waiting for a few minutes without approval, his face immediately darkened: "No response?"

David thought he was being asked and hurriedly explained, "perhaps Miss Lillian hasn't woken up yet."

Alaric's dark eyes were slightly stunned. In his mind was the image of a woman in his arms last night, her black hair flowing down and entwining between his fingers, giving off a faint fragrance that stirred his heart.

When he woke up, he did not disturb her and ordered the servant to let her sleep until she woke up naturally.

Two hours later, Alaric had already arrived at the company. David handed him the phone screen and said, "Young master, Miss Lillian has already posted it on Moments."

He glanced at the content indifferently:

[It's all my fault. I shouldn't have framed you without understanding the situation. Besides, I accidentally broke the dress at the charity dinner last month and I also accidentally fell down the steps. I'm sorry @Diana.]

In just a few minutes, the comments below went wild.

He had no mind to read the comments, deleted Lillian from his wechat contacts, picked up his personal phone and glanced: "Still not awake?"

David was stunned for a moment, convinced that the young master was asking about the young lady, and said, "The servant said she was awake, had just taken medicine, and was looking at her phone now."

"Looking at your phone?"

"Yes, the servant said the young lady opened her mailbox, looked through the news, probably hasn't seen the message Miss Lillian posted on Moments..."

Just as David had finished speaking, Alaric 's phone rang with a wechat alert, and his eyes, suddenly lit up. He must have seen his friend request and approved it.

When he opened it, his bright eyes dimmed dramatically, and it turned out to be a message of rejection!

Rejection?

How dare she reject him?

Does she know who he is! ?

Gripping the phone hard with fingers, the knuckles pale, quickly adding one's name to the verification message and then sending it over.

The other side replied quickly: I don't know!

With a snap, the phone hit the table, and David was startled. The young master looked at his phone more frequently this morning than he had ever done in a month!

Having breakfast, I held my phone in my hands, staring intently at the screen as if facing a formidable enemy.

In the car, hold the phone in your hand, answer business calls while looking at your personal phone.

When I got to the office, I signed documents while staring at my phone...

The young master is behaving so strangely. Is he waiting for an important call or is there something urgent to deal with?

Alaric frowned hard and edited a few lines to send: Your husband!

Diana: You're dreaming!

“……！！”

In a fit of rage, she threw the phone to David: "Have someone figure out a way to add it. If that doesn't work, buy it."

"Add it? Add... Who?"

"Who else do you say you can add! ?" The rage in his eyes was about to burst out of his eyeballs and scorch him. How many people were begging him to add him as a wechat friend for the first time.

David picked up his phone and ran, choking several steps as he ran, and found the technical department without panting.

The manager of the technical department took the phone with trembling hands, not to mention whether he could add it, but to his astonishment, someone dared to reject Mr. Alaric's friend request.

He heard it right, it was Mr. Alaric who was rejected!

So fly into a rage and they might lose their heads.

The situation is serious. Let two programming geeks crack the program and set each other up to never delete Mr. Alaric's number...

Diana, who had just finished her medicine in bed, had a bitter taste in her mouth. She picked up a cheese ball and was about to put it in her mouth, but then thought for a moment and put the food back on the plate.

"Madam, is the food not to your taste?"

The servant held the tray in his hands and observed the master's reaction carefully.

The young lady's taste has been a constant source of uncertainty for her servants recently, and she has enjoyed cooking by herself for several days.

She knew that wealthy families would occasionally have a whim to cook, mostly once or twice, and then give up once the novelty wore off.

But the young lady has been doing this for several meals, and now even her favorite cheese balls are not going to arouse her interest?

Diana lifted the quilt and got up, her pale little feet on slippers, and got up to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking around, there was a bodyguard every five meters outside the manor, moving and changing positions...

"madam?"

"Do you have crabs at home?" Diana thought.

“……”

"I'm going to have crab roe dumplings today."

"Yes, I'll have the cook do it right now."

"Did I say the cook would do it?"

"This..."

"I'll do it myself. If Mr. Alaric asks, just say I'm making crab roe dumplings for him."

"The young lady has a good intention for the young master, and he will surely feel it."

It would be best to sense her 'good intentions', Diana gave a sly smile, turned around and picked up her phone, the screen showing a new message in Moments.

It was Lillian's apology. Her circle of friends was mostly Warsaw socialites. The circle was not large, but there were plenty of chatty people:

Oh my god! What is Lillian talking about? How could she apologize to a scheming bitch?

[It must be Lillian's wechat account stolen by a scheming bitch! Damn it, how could a scheming bitch have such a thick skin? To clear her name, she would use such a trick.]

[Maybe Lillian has something to use to fall into the hands of Mr. Alaric and Mrs. Alaric. She must have been threatened...]

It's all the same, and no one believes that Lillian really did these things.

Diana went downstairs to the kitchen. She didn't want them to believe anything, nor did she want to explain anything to them. Asking Lillian to apologize indicated her attitude. What others said and thought had nothing to do with her.

It's really not interesting. All these hypocritical faces are nothing but a pretense of standing up for justice, but actually an attempt to dig up more gossip.

My mood wasn't affected in the slightest. I just didn't want to waste time reading these boring comments, so I turned it off. Suddenly, the software rang a message alert.

[You have been verified by your friend Alaric]

The steps suddenly stopped, and the personal servant behind was also in a hurry to stop.

What is passing the verification?

She has clearly rejected it many times...