Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

The next day, the sun was just right.

Seeing the bicycle in front of her, she naturally thought of the last time Cyril took her.

The warm wind blew on the face, warm and beautiful.

She liked the feeling of racing with the wind, but－

“Can you ride with your injury?”

Although Cyril had almost recovered, would cycling still can’t work yet?

The young man in a casual white shirt smiled and said：

“I can’t ride, but you can.”

“… I can’t.”

The girl shook her head. Raymond had never let her touch these before, saying that she would be bruised. Wherever she went, she would be picked up by a special driver.

“I’ll teach you.”

He knew that she would like to learn cycling. In the future, he would teach her something every day that she had never experienced, so as to enrich her life.

Danae hesitated at first and looked at the bicycle from the corner of her eye. The contradiction of thinking and fear perplexed her.

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The young man who always smiled warmly took her hand, which was different from the sense of security Raymond gave her. This time she felt very steadfast.

… …

In the courtyard, the girl clung to the brake lever of the bicycle timidly and timidly, fearing that she could not control it and braked immediately.

And Cyril was pulling the seat behind her, looked at her tight puckering eyes with fear and chuckled：

“You won’t fall, trust me…”

After listening to his words, she slightly loosened the brake lever and grasped the position of controlling the direction. The crooked appearance made the servants nearby laugh.

In a short time, she was able to ride on her own. When he let go, she had a moment of fear, but soon, she felt the cool wind with her, and she couldn’t help smiling.

When people put in and do something, the smile was the most beautiful.

During this period, she still fell, along with Cyril.

Fortunately, on the lawn, there was no pain. The two did not get up while sitting. They just looked at the bicycle lying aside and smiled at each other.

He liked her smile very much, just like the sunshine in early spring, pure and flawless without any dust.

The girl should be so carefree smile.

“Danae, you look good when you smile.”

There was a ripple in her eyes. Did she smile?

Probably, she thought she would never smile again, so she forgot… It was only the nature of every girl to love to laugh.

“You two just get up and stop making noise.”

When the old man’s voice came, they couldn’t help looking at the man who was coming towards the two.

And the next moment, Danae’s light smile suddenly froze.

The man beside the old man, wearing a dark black suit, could attract the attention of others easily. The angular facial features were almost perfect and the thin lips were filled with a cold smile.

And those dark black eyes were dark and awe－inspiring.

At this moment, she seemed to feel that time was still.

And what Cyril said, she did not hear clearly.

－Danae, I forgot to tell you that Grandpa invited Mr. Macaulay to play chess.

Chess?

Was it simply to play chess with Charlie? When was Raymond so free?

Or… in the name of playing chess, he had a different purpose.

Raymond walked up to the girl and leaned slightly. He held out his hand to her and smiled as cool as before.

But her face had lost a smile, looking at the familiar but more beautiful than a woman’s hand, slightly trance.

She put her hand on the palm of the man’s hand and stood up. Only then did she call out in a low voice：

“Uncle Macaulay.”

However, her hand could never be pulled back.

The cool feeling in his palm made her fan her eyelashes and did not look at him. Her dodging eyes had nowhere to hide.

Raymond took her small hand. His eyes narrowed, and his feminine voice could not recognize the mood.

“So careless.”

She was afraid. Only then did he notice that the back of her hand had been scratched, but she did not feel any pain.

“That’s fine.”

She said, her eyes involuntarily looking at Cyril.

Raymond’s pupil was dark, and the next moment he buckled the girl’s waist in front of Cyril and Charlie. The intimate action seemed to declare a kind of sovereignty.

Her heart was trembling, but dare not disobey, had to squeeze out a embarrassed smile, said：

“I’ll go back to my room and take some medicine.”

This time, she pulled her hand back, jaws politely, and turned into the room.

And Cyril followed. Raymond’s thin lips gently sipped and looked at the couple with deep feelings. His eyes gradually darkened.