Chapter 107 Game
He looked angry.
Originally, I only asked you out, but Eric was worried that something would happen to me and he would follow me. What can I do?
These words played silently in Sierra's mind, and she said: "A threesome is not bad, right?"
"Ah."
Eric was the first to sneer.
Sierra stepped on her feet that were pressed together under the table, and the toe was stepped on. The young man who was not hurting turned his head and glanced at her, then reluctantly picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.
"I want to tell you about Mr. Apu. It's not convenient to tell you at home. We offended him last time and he was planning to find an opportunity to murder you and maybe me."
"Did you offend the interrogating police officer?" Eric frowned, "When did it happen?"
"While I was having dinner with Mr. Rosehill."
Eric lowered the corner of his mouth and looked at the person opposite him with dissatisfaction, "You just threw her into danger so easily?"
Rose Hill was not surprised. He didn't even bother to look at the young man diagonally across the street and said coldly: "Someone followed my car at noon."
Apu moves quite quickly.
"Then I guess we are all being targeted now." Serra frowned, "He doesn't seem to give up. Is His Majesty the King really so poor? Want to kill you and plunder your property? Is there any external situation? How serious."
"Sunderland also wants to occupy the same piece of cake. Several colonial areas in St. Laurent have been invaded. Halls, a fool, is fighting this unwinnable battle. Sooner or later, the land there will belong to the Kingdom of Sunderland." Rossi You raised one lip, your words full of contempt and disdain for the king.
Sera pursed her lips, "Aren't you a national of Lireni? Why do you feel so familiar with Sunderland?"
Eric was dissatisfied that he was ignored during their conversation. He picked up the biscuit on the table and put it to her mouth, mockingly saying: "He is actually a traitor now, right Rose Hill."
Sera's back tingled as she was stared at by Rose Hill's deep black eyes. If the biscuit on her lips was eaten into her stomach, she would be the next one to be eaten.
"I don't want biscuits, I want to eat the muffins on Mr. Rosehill's plate." She immediately pushed Eric away with her left hand and looked longingly at the untouched round muffin opposite, "Do you want to eat it? "
Rose Hill lowered his head, and pressed his pale knuckles against the plate to push it over. Sera added, "My right hand is inconvenient. Why don't you put some jam on it for me? Otherwise, how can I eat it dry?"
His hand paused, and he slowly picked up the small table knife next to him and scraped a little jam into the muffin, then pushed the plate over.
Sierra then picked up the small muffin with her left hand and took a bite, "It's so sweet. I should have ordered another just now."
Eric snorted coldly, "Do you want me to order another one for you now? What's so good about eating from someone else's plate."
"There's nothing good about eating from other people's fingers, isn't it dirty?" Rose Hill sneered, and then the smile disappeared, with an uncomfortable sinister look on his face.
After he finished sarcastic about Eric's werewolf smell, he turned to look at Sera again.
She could see the anger rising in the black eyes. If she hadn't maintained her aristocratic dignity and normal state in front of others, Sera had no doubt that the two of them might have sex directly in the restaurant.
Who is more powerful? She didn't know, and she didn't want to know.
"Eric, I want to use the bathroom, can you let me go?"
When you really can't think of a way, you can use this trick to avoid all problems. If a fight really breaks out, she won't be affected.
"I'll go with you." Eric stood up and was about to help her out.
Sierra shook her head, "My leg is only injured, not broken. I can walk over by myself."
Seeing her leave under the guidance of the waiter, Eric sat back with a sullen face, "What's going on with that vampire that came here? How could your people let an unruly vampire run around and cause a sensation? There are twice as many police cars on the streets today."
"Obviously there is a soft-hearted vampire who can't bear to see the wars all over St. Loren. I will solve the problems of our clan." Rose Hill's cold face and lips were pursed tightly. When Sera was not around, his face showed His disgust became a bit more ferocious.
"Of course it's up to you to solve it, but next time they come to our territory, we will step in to eliminate these monsters."
Eric put his powerful arm on the table, showing a clear threat, "Have you burned that vampire to death? I saw the newspaper reported the burn marks on the scene."
"No one can violate the rules. Witnesses who reveal secrets or know the truth will die." Rose Hill raised his chin and stared at him indifferently.
So those who broke the rules were dealt with that night.
Eric muttered dissatisfied, "That's right, we all abide by our own rules, but what about Sierra? Does she know the truth about what happened that night?"
Thinking of Sera's perfunctory attitude of rejecting him, Rose Hill said coldly: "I'm aware of it."
Eric immediately became alert, "Even if she knows the secret, I won't stand idly by if you dare to hurt her."
Rose Hill sneered, "What qualifications does a wolf that doesn't even have hair have to threaten me?"
Eric slammed the table hard, and Sierra, who was still washing her hands, heard a loud noise in the cafe outside. She trembled, shook her wet hands and ran out lamely.
The custom-made thick wooden table was cracked by Eric's palm, and the waiter ran over in exclaim.
Rosehill stood up from the chair unhurriedly. He didn't notice the other party's impulse. They both knew the necessary disguise in public.
He calmly said to Sera, who was still running over with a limp, "This lunch was very pleasant, I'll leave first."
"I don't have a car! Let's go together and take Eric and me back on the way." Sierra grabbed his wrist, apologetically in her brown eyes.
"Sierra, we can call a car back." Eric didn't want to be a vampire's car at all.
Sierra turned around and said, "Don't call for a taxi. My money has been spent. Your money must also be prepared for Greni. Let's take a taxi today."
She turned to look at the gloomy Rose Hill again, "My legs hurt, will you take us back?"
The soft little prayer, coupled with the crazy thoughts in her heart and his desire to be close to her, Rose Hill's expression softened, and he held her left wrist with his backhand, "Just try to hold it."
Eric stood side by side with her, and the three of them came out of the coffee shop together. Aldin, who was sitting in the car waiting, had a strange look in his eyes.
This was the first time his car was hit by a werewolf. He looked back warily for a few times, then looked at Rose Hill, then endured the animal stench on the tip of his nose, started the car and drove out.