The President’s Five Children

Yembi was so scared that she almost covered her eyes.

Although she had never been in a relationship, her sexual orientation was normal and she wasn’t interested in women at all ah!

But looking at Mizuki’s stance, she didn’t seem to be interested in that either.

Yembi then tried to take a look.

Then she realized that both of Mizuki’s legs were covered with whip marks, old and new, crisscrossed and looked shocking.

What the hell?

“I almost brought Countess down tonight, so she punished me, and I got whipped, so I had to get my wounds dressed, right?”

That’s why she’d put off coming to see Yembi until now.

Although she didn’t know whether it was true or not, but after all, Mizuki had already said this, Yembi couldn’t say anything more.

“Alright, I’ll take the dinner, it just so happens that I’m still full.”

Saying that, he picked up the portion of dinner and prepared to go inside.

Unbeknownst to her, Mizuki followed and wanted to go in as well.

Yembi stopped her at the door, “There’s no need for you to go in, since you’re injured, hurry back and rest!”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Mizuki is going to follow her in, she must not be holding her farts in her heart!

“I delivered something, I have to be let in and sit down, right?” Mizuki said.

After a pause she lowered her voice and added, “There are Countess people all over this castle, maybe someone will go and rat on me that I still haven’t been able to gain your forgiveness, Miss Ebot, just do me a favor, I’ll go in and sit down for five minutes and then I’ll leave.”

Honestly, Yembi wasn’t willing to let her in.

But looking at Mizuki’s pleading look and thinking that it was all women, he sidestepped and let go.

Mizuki immediately took a big step inside and then sat on her ass. She sat down on the sofa.

That agile movement had to make Yembi wonder.

Was Mizuki really hurt?

“You don’t have to think about it too much,” Mizuki spoke directly to the doubt in her mind, “I’m injured yes, but it’s not the first time I’ve been injured, so I’ve long practiced the bland look of being unscathed in front of others.”

With that, she leaned back on the couch pillows and let out a long sigh, “It’s really hard to be a competent personal secretary, isn’t it?”

Yembi rightly ignored it.

She took her cell phone out and set an alarm for five minutes from now, then sat down at the dining table and started to eat what Mizuki had delivered.

Even though Mizuki wasn’t very nice, the things she sent were good, they were all delicious.

And seeing Yembi ignoring herself, Mizuki shrugged her shoulders, not caring, and started poking around the room.

When the five minutes were over, Yembi stood up and walked her out.

“How strange,” Mizuki asked, “aren’t you and Mr. Newman a couple, how come this house is cold and empty, there’s no lovey-dovey look at all, even the quilt on the bed looks like two beds to me.”

Yembi’s heart stuttered.

Just now, she went to carry a quilt, thinking that she and Bruno would discuss who would sleep in the living room and who would sleep in the bed, so the quilt was temporarily placed on the bed.

I didn’t expect Mizuki to see it.

This woman’s snobbery is too good!

“Why don’t you answer me,” Mizuki pressed step by step, “Are you looking for a reason in your mind?”

“I …”

“She doesn’t sleep honestly at night and snatches the quilt, so I keep an extra bed so I don’t catch a cold in case the quilt is snatched away.” At that moment, Bruno’s voice suddenly came quietly from the back.

Yembi turned her head over in surprise, and found that Bruno had entered the room at an unknown time.

At this moment, his gaze was ghostly and landed on her, even with a few moments of tenderness.

“I can’t catch a cold, or what if I infect Yembi?”