Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

When I went downstairs, D kept holding my hand.I try to focus and visualize everything in my mind once again.I saw several dark shadows in front of me. The old couple lived on the top floor, and the Australians' room was not in this direction, so it must be Xiao S and Heath, because they were the only ones who lived on the same floor as us.But it doesn't look like it.Those shadows were tall and moved quickly and quietly, disappearing in a blink of an eye.I'm sure it would have made some noise if our lovely Miss Emily had been among them. Not long after this idea came into being, there was a loud "bang" from the corner in front, and then I heard the high decibels that Emily was familiar with, as if she had just stumbled, followed by the voice of Little S, Comfort her and pull her up.But I didn't hear Heath's voice.The three of them obviously walked out of the restaurant together just now, why did they become two people just now?What about Heath?If there was Hiss in those shadows just now, who were the other people?Is it a hotel waiter?

D is still holding my hand.He suddenly put his other arm around my shoulder. "I want to give you a surprise." The irresistible coldness pressed against my ears, and the tempting scent of blood came from my nose, and my heart skipped a beat.When I came back to my senses, the door of the room had been opened, and the dancing candlelight dazzled my eyes. I could smell the wick burning, and the wax trickled down the candlestick in drops, building up.No, not a candle.At this moment, countless candles suddenly appeared in our room, on the dressing table, on the bedside table, in the hallway, in the bathroom, on the coffee table, and on the window sill. Every plane in the room was filled with large and small candles. All are filled with bright candlelight.In the very center of the candlelight, in the center of the living room, a wooden square table that did not exist before was moved at this moment, with carved patterns on the table legs, and two matching velvet high-back chairs facing each other.On the square table, golden candlelight surrounds a tray covered with a golden cup, a napkin embroidered with lace, golden tableware, and two crystal goblets shining under the candlelight, and there is wine on the wine rack beside it.I froze.

"Would you like to have dinner with me, Audrey?" A charming voice swept past my ears, causing the familiar sweetness to splash on the floor. The owner of the words wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and pulled me into his arms . "This is?" This night, D's continuous behavior was abnormal, and I was almost flattered. "I said it, I have a surprise for you." He took me to the table, kissed my face, and then pulled out the chair for me, "I hope you like it." "Of course I like it." I raised my head and said bluntly, "I thought you were going to propose to me again!"

"What a shame, you're already married!" He laughed twice, and saw that I wasn't smiling, so he withdrew his smile. "I apologize." He said to me, "We're here for our honeymoon, but I've been Not with you." I lowered my head and said nothing, he squatted down and put his hands on my knees, "Odelle." He said in a pleading tone I was not used to, "I may have been negligent before, but now Please let me make it up to you." "I don't need you to make it up to me! I don't need you to pity me! I'm just so lonely and pathetic by nature!" I yelled at him, but when I heard my own voice, I couldn't believe it.I still remember my former self, because of one of his touches, my face was red and my heart was beating, I secretly made a wish to the stars in the sky, and I even would rather sacrifice my life just to see him again.And now I'm yelling at him in total disgrace, and it's just after he's prepared a romantic candlelight dinner for me.I think I must be crazy.I think he will never like me again.I think he must hate me.

"You are not." He held my shoulders and forced me to look up at him, "Audrey, you are not." He repeated, "You are proud and sensitive, with deep affection, you are not wrong, all the wrong The happiness is all caused by me. Although I do have things to do, I know you are unhappy, and I shouldn't ignore your feelings." "I'm not unhappy." I muttered dissatisfied. "I hope you are happy, Audrey, I hope I can make you happy." He held my face in his hands and made my eyes meet his, "Maybe there is something wrong with my way, but I sincerely stand for my words and actions Sorry. You don't have to accept it, but you have to trust me."

I realized he kept mentioning this phrase.He made me trust him.What do you believe in him?Sincerity of apology?In fact, my heart has already softened, and it was melted when I saw those warm candlelight.But now I plan to hold on to my dissatisfaction for a little longer. I want to get his words out. I think he must have something to hide from me. "I need you to believe me." He was repeating the words again, and I couldn't look him in the eyes, knowing that if I did I would fall into his trap again.But when he pulled my hand around his waist, when his lips pressed against my neck, when he lightly bit my skin, I still couldn't hold back and let out a cry.

I struggled to push him away, lifted the golden cup on the tray in front of me, and saw a delicious seafood meal, but the portion was small, and then I noticed that there was actually only one person's cutlery on the table. "That's your dinner. As for me..." He nibbled at my neck, his lips as soft as a dove's feathers.I pictured the colors of heaven in my mind, and I saw clusters of bright red roses blooming in the depths of hell, red like dove's feet, red like blood. "My dinner is you." He hugged me tightly, stroking my ear with his cold lips. It occurred to me that long ago, when I was first with him, he had said to me that I would not want to "have dinner" with him.I didn't understand what he meant then, but now I do.

But I am not afraid.I know he won't hurt me. But I was wrong.Because when I wake up in the middle of the night, I have a splitting headache.Every inch of my body, every joint is aching.There was a coolness on my neck, and I felt the wind. I closed my eyes and groped on the bed, trying to return to his embrace, but suddenly I opened my eyes.Because I suddenly realized that I was alone in bed. I mean, I'm alone in the room. And the window was open. I struggled to sit up and get out of bed, the sparse moonlight peeked out from the clouds, and it was pitch black under the window.I heard the gurgling sound of the Grand Canal, and not far away, the bells of the bell tower of San Marco were sent by the wind.

The bell struck three times. Three o'clock in the morning. Where did D go? I sat alone at the table, in the same velvet armchair, and the sweetness of last night was quenched from head to toe by a bucket of ice water.I felt parched, so I reached out and poured a glass of wine from the bottle, and drank it down. The wine was full-bodied, and after falling into the stomach, an unusually spicy heat came back up and rushed straight to the top of the head.I suddenly feel dizzy.I reached out and shook the bottle, there was at least half of the wine in it.So, I only had a glass of wine yesterday?Then get drunk?is it possible?A terrible speculation suddenly appeared in my mind. I couldn't believe it, and I didn't want to believe it.So I shook my head desperately, trying to get rid of this thought, but my head was getting heavier and heavier.

Soon, the darkness that covered everything fell from the sky, overwhelming me again with an irresistible gesture. Consciousness is getting more and more blurred, and I know that there are drugs in the wine. I know D left me. I am devastated.