Chapter 187 You always seem to be leading me wrongly
Half a quarter of an hour later, the whole family was seated in the living room, except for Annashe, who had a swollen face and needed medical treatment.
Rosehill's intention was very clear. He proposed to buy the Mawson Manor. Since there were many damaged and aging parts of the manor, he was only willing to buy it at a low price.
"I'm afraid the price isn't right." Lizzie looked embarrassed, "It's at least twice what you bid."
"Then we can't continue talking." Rose Hill said coldly: "No one cares about your manor, and no one will take it over except me."
Qiao Xi forced a smile and said, "Can I ask a little more, sir, what is your purpose in buying this manor?"
Sierra also looked at him with a curious look. She really wanted to know what he would use it for, and he didn't lack a house to live in.
Rose Hill also looked at her and raised her lips slightly, "Sela will be 19 soon. This is her birthday present."
Sierra was stunned for a moment, "Send it to me? 19 years old?"
He said: "On my way back, the cruise ship stopped around Leicestershire and went to the place where you lived. It was your butler who told me the date."
She herself didn't even know that she was about to turn 19, or that in all her years of living, she had never had a birthday.
Sera quickly interrupted her thoughts that were inconsistent with her character, "It's very valuable, but you have already given me the gem."
Speaking of the ruby called eternity, Rose Hill glanced at her delicate neck, which was empty.
He lowered his eyes and pressed his eyebrows downward, "So you don't want it?"
Lizzie directly stopped Sierra and helped her make a decision, "Sierra wants it. If Mr. Rosehill wants to buy it as a gift to Sierra, then of course I am willing to sell it at a low price."
His decisive agreement was very simple. Serra's manor was his manor, which was no different from being stuffed with a large sum of money to live back there.
Josie also didn't like staying in this small place and living with a group of poor civilians.
She rarely made a loving expression and echoed: "Sierra, let's go for a walk with Mr. Rose Hill. The weather outside is very good. Go and bask in the sun."
The sun is really bright outside the window, which is not good.
Sera's eyes were a little more worried, but Rose Hill stood up and said calmly: "Let's go, Miss Sera."
Just as she was about to straighten her skirt and stand up on the armrest, a pale hand stretched out in front of her eyes, with the palm facing upward, and no lines could be seen.
Sera took his hand and stood up, her cold palm firmly wrapped around her hand.
But Rose Hill soon let go, and the two walked to the door side by side, and Aldin handed over a black umbrella.
The umbrella opened up and shrouded the man in shadow. He held the umbrella in one hand and a black cane in the other, signaling, "Hold me."
Sierra held his arm and walked slowly into the sunshine with him.
She raised her head and said, "Does it feel uncomfortable? The sun is very bright today."
"Aldin said you were injured last night." Rose Hill accommodated her pace and walked slowly.
"Well, Eric's identity was discovered by people from the church, and they wanted to kill him." Sierra didn't lie to him, and told the truth: "I was shot, and it was Losid who helped save me."
"I told you to stay away from that stinky wolf, but you just didn't listen to me." Rose Hill stopped and looked unhappy, "How is the wound?"
"It's healed. I think it's just a little anemic now." She looked at his gloomy face and reached out to touch his chin, "Don't worry, Mr. Rosehill."
He stopped and didn't pay attention to her unreasonable behavior. There was anger in his eyes, "You should stay by my side. No one can protect you except me."
It has become his obsession to become one of him, gain a strong body and eternal life, and let her completely peel off her fragile body.
Sierra ignored his words and pointed to the pastry seller in front, "I want to eat scones, grape flavored."
While Rosehill was angry, he went to buy her grape-flavored scones with a cold face. The pastry seller was startled by his cannibalistic expression.
After getting the scones, Sierra took him to swim in the lake.
"I have never swam on the lake with a man. Mr. Rosehill, you are the first."
"I am very honored?"
"You can say that."
She stepped into the rickety boat and Rose Hill held her steady until she sat down.
Both of them were sitting on the same side, hiding under a big black umbrella. They were completely different from the ladies holding floral parasols on the boat in the distance, and even a little funny.
When the boat rowed out, Sierra laughed for a long time at the incompatibility between the two.
Rosehill said: "Eric has been found, following the rules and he will be leaving Cumbonia soon."
He spoke without much gloating, just stating a fact.
Sera nodded, "Well, his tribe thought I was the snitch, but they let me go."
"Are you snitching?" Rose Hill snorted, mocking others without politeness, "You don't have the guts to do this."
"Why are you so sure?" Sierra pouted angrily.
"Remember the first time you saw me on the boat?" He lowered his eyes, with a smile on his lips, "It was like seeing a ghost."
Sierra recalled her first meeting with him. After thinking about it, she was scared to death of him.
She snorted softly, "That's all?"
"Enough." Rose Hill stared at her, "I sometimes doubt, and then you know what I am."
Sierra's heart skipped a beat and she avoided his penetrating eyes, "Your illusion."
He looked away, not paying attention to the change in her expression, "It doesn't matter to me anymore. I will take you back to the capital during the social season."
Sierra turned her face sideways, "Do I still want to go? My family is already bankrupt, and it would be a joke to go to the social season again."
"Who said anything about them?" He lowered his eyes and said, "Only you."
"Um?"
"My need and possession of you are far more than what you said." He bared his teeth, his dark eyes suddenly burning, and the emotion inside them was extremely rich.
"I don't want to leave you for a long time. You must always be under my sight."
His shoulders tilted towards her, and he moved his face closer. The faint blue-gray shadow under his eyes made the emotion even more intense.
"But you always seem to be leading me wrongly, making me underestimate this emotion."
Sierra tightened her grip on the paper bag of scones and swallowed.
"Do I? That's just my opinion of you."
Rosehill put on a smile as gentle as possible, and her scarlet lips lowered the temperature brought by the smile, "Obviously you don't know me well enough. Let me tell you a reason. The church that hurts you is controlled by leader Bellamy. , and it only took me one night to kill him."
Sierra was stunned. She suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.
"You killed the church leader?"
Is he crazy?