Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 224 False and True

"Always forget everything, not forgetting His Excellency the Duke, even my own identity."

The maid sighed, and gently lifted the girl up, her movements were so natural that she seemed to have experienced this situation countless times.

"..."

After a brief silence, the girl with chestnut hair and wine eyes took a step towards the maid, raised her head slightly, and there was a fierceness in her eyes that could not be seen directly.

"Give you a chance to tell me my real name and identity."

The voice was gentle, but indifferent, with a sense of silent oppression, the maid was a little nervous for a moment.

"You..." She suddenly saw the girl of the girl opposite. Although her eyes were questioning, they were still so pure that there was nothing there.

She suddenly gained confidence.

"You are Master Della, a pure-blooded nobleman of the Vanjo family, and also..."

"It's also my fiancée... Della."

How can it be……?Questions came to my mind immediately, but I couldn't find any memory to refute, there was only a blank.

The person walking towards him had black hair and blood eyes, and every part of his face seemed to have been carefully carved by the heavens, with slightly stern edges and corners, a high nose bridge, thin lips like a knife, and unfathomable eyes, seemingly gentle and gentle. Doesn't look like good intentions.

"Have you forgotten me again? My little fiancee..."

The deep voice was magnetic, and the tone was slightly raised, and the maid had already retreated consciously.

Girl, no, it should be Della Vanjo, she finally understood where she woke up.

If I guessed correctly, this should be this person's room, and the style can be seen at a glance.

Dark, luxurious, but elegant and polite.

"I wanted to take you to participate in the festival of the blood race, which is really embarrassing."

The elegant Duke walked up to the girl in the white dress, and lifted a strand of her hair with his slender fingers. She retreated instinctively, and Duke Dracula's eyes were deep.

Danger!

She instantly felt the aura that made her hair stand on end, but it disappeared in an instant. The handsome and noble Duke stretched out his hand to embrace her with loneliness in his eyes.

Della felt her whole body tense up and down, and she didn't dare to move a bit. Her heart and instinct told her to push this person away, but...

Would it hurt him if what he said was true?

"My Della is still so kind." She felt him sigh, and his arms were warm, like holding an unusual sculpture, and she felt a little more relaxed thinking that way.

"The warmth is so nostalgic, no matter what..."

Della couldn't understand his ravings, she still stood motionless, her eyes didn't change, as if she was frozen.

"But, why are you afraid of being nervous?" He held the girl's waist tightly with one hand, and stroked her cheek with the other.

The fingertips move coldly, and the touch can cause a small tremor. The contact with him is not familiar, as if facing an irrelevant stranger.

boom----

"sorry!!!"

She pushed the opponent away with all her strength, but she backed away and fell down.

This body is so weak that it doesn't look like her, she suddenly had this thought, but she was puzzled, should she be strong?

"You were the one who fell, why did you apologize to me?" The Duke smiled evilly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with her attempt to push him away.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to miss you!"

He was stunned, and then his smile gradually became real. This is an expression that no one in the Demon Realm has ever seen before, and no one will believe it if he tells it.

Would one of the supreme rulers of the demon world, who killed people like hemp, laugh heartily?That must be the coldest joke in the world, but at this moment the joke has become a reality, which is enough to startle the eyes of outsiders.

(End of this chapter)