43. LITTLE ROOM

At this moment, the door was knocked.

A Frenchman with blond curly hair, the butler and assistant, Wilson, brought news about Thera. This was obtained from the landlord by the person assigned to follow her:

1. The personal information she filled in when renting the house;

2. She had a boyfriend, but the landlord had only met before and did not know his identity and name.

3. She left this morning. It is said that her mother was ill and she was on her way back to B City to visit her mother.

Cyril sat back on the sofa inlaid with sapphires and lit a cigarette. He took a deep pull of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke, asking:

"Her background?"

"Her parents are from City B, and the rest are still under investigation."

Wilson's accent was very heavy, trying to articulate every word. "In addition, we have investigated that she took the earliest train back to City B this morning.

"Thera."

Cyril repeated her name, not Tina, but Thera. She did had a boyfriend. He was like a wolf smelling blood, his dark red pupils staring at the photos of her profile. From the moment they met, she was destined to belong only to him, and no one should covet her!

And this so-called boyfriend could only become her memory. Cyril looked at the information with a confident and proud expression on his face. With this information, all her movements would have nowhere to hide.

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A week later, B city.

The idyllic little room, after some cleaning, looks very warm. Light green lattice curtains, floral wallpaper, bedside bookcases, and bay windows are filled with a variety of cute puppets and dolls.

Thera slept on a soft little bed, surrounded by a pile of dolls, as if she had become one of them, becoming the most beautiful Barbie doll.

"Hmm... Hmm..."

Her cheeks were flushed, her body was hot and wriggling, and she murmured quietly. Suddenly, she woke up with her eyes wide open and a frightened expression.

After ten seconds, she regained consciousness and found herself still in the small room. Damn it, what did she dream of? She dreamed that she was still on that island, and back on the night they had sex, Cyril was insulting her in various ways. What's more shameful is that she enjoyed it so much in her dream.

She must be crazy. It must be what Cyril did to her that left a ptsd on her, which led to her having such a disgusting dream. Thera sat up and felt her hips wet. Only then did she realize that her underwear was wet and she felt indescribable shame.

How could she dream of that bastard and still enjoy having sex with him so much in her dream?!

The door was pushed open without warning and a peraon walked straight in.

Thera yanked up the quilt to cover her body and said, "Why didn't you knock at the door?"

"It's so cozy that you haven't got up at this time."

"Why did you come in suddenly?"

"Don't forget whose home this is and who bought the bed you sleep on."

Iyana walked in and sat on the sofa full of puppets, saying, "I just came to check whether my babies are going well and whether they have been soiled by you."

"Get out."

"You need to make sure that this is the room where I keep my dolls. It's just a temporary loan for a few days! Get out? How can you speak to me in this tone?"

Thera also felt that she had been impolite just now: "Sorry, please leave here first, I'll get up right away."