leonardwarren #198 - Section 198
#198 - Section 198
After losing something most important, it takes time to adjust.
However, according to Betty, she and Blake have been dating for quite a while.
After such a long time, he was indeed a little surprised that she was still a 'factory original'.
Men understand men best, so this kind of thing seemed unbelievable to him.
People in the Lighthouse Country don't have the concept of 'restraint'.
Passionate, bold, uninhibited, and explicit – that's their character.
In the most youthful and restless age, having such a beautiful girlfriend, and still being able to hold back?
Holding hands on the first day, getting to first base in three days, and booking a room in five.
For those who are fast, all permissions can be unlocked in a week.
Dating for a year or even several years, but only holding hands and hugging, even the priests in the church aren't this restrained.
Want to save the best for marriage?
That's just bullshit.
Ghost people don't have the concept of chastity.
That shell, in their eyes, is just a shell.
If they really cared about chastity and only marrying virgins, more than 90% of the men in the Lighthouse Country would be single for life.
If this situation occurs, there are only two reasons.
Either there's a hidden illness that prevents deep communication.
Or, they just don't like women at all.
Only men who don't like women will be indifferent to them.
Thinking about how Betty and Blake got along in the Ghost Castle before, although they seemed close, they always maintained a sense of distance.
This sense of distance didn't come from Betty, but from Blake.
Thinking of this, Rod had a bold guess in his mind.
He just didn't know if this guess was accurate.
Rod's eyes were a little playful. If he guessed right, it would be interesting.
This guy named Blake is playing a big game.
"Where does Blake live?"
Rod asked casually, and Betty pointed him in a direction.
The car accelerated, and in less than twenty minutes, they had arrived at the entrance of Blake's house.
Seeing Betty take out her phone to make a call, Rod raised his hand to stop her.
"What's wrong?"
Betty looked at Rod strangely, wondering why he stopped her from making a call.
Rod pointed to a small car parked in front of Blake's house and asked casually.
"Is this Blake's car?"
"No!"
Betty, who had just noticed the car, was first stunned, then shook her head decisively.
Blake now owes a huge sum of $100,000. Even if he really had a car, it would have been sold long ago to pay off the debt.
As for his parents, they have always lived in other states and rarely come back.
So, it can't be his parents' car either.
Rod nodded when he heard this. Since it wasn't Blake or his parents' car, but it was parked at Blake's house.
Whose car could this be?
He seemed to have a faint guess in his heart.
If he guessed correctly, it should be similar to what he imagined.
"Come with me, I'll give you a little surprise."
But she could be considered a top-quality woman with a score of nine or higher.
Moreover, what he liked most was Betty's personality.
Being able to make such a big sacrifice for her boyfriend, there are probably only a few women like this 'licking dog' in the entire Lighthouse Country.
Who wouldn't want to have a loyal 'licking dog'?
They would comfort you when you're having a bad day, and help you solve all your needs when something happens, without asking for anything in return.
Such a woman is simply the dream lover of all men.
What's more, since he had already opened the oyster, how could he leave it for others to use?
What level and strength would dare to use the same one as him?
He was originally worried about how to break them up.
Now, hasn't the opportunity come?
"Surprise?"
Betty's face showed a strange expression, wondering what this guy meant by 'surprise'.
However, driven by curiosity, she couldn't help but nod.
After all, they had had deep communication, and she now unknowingly had a deep sense of dependence and trust in this man.
Of course, she still trusted her boyfriend Blake a little more.
Rod didn't say much to explain, because even if he explained, this woman wouldn't believe it.
Facts speak louder than words, seeing is believing.
Getting out of the car, Rod casually cast a concealment spell, enveloping him and Betty.
In an instant, the figures of the two people disappeared from the outside world's vision out of thin air.
The concealment spell wasn't a high-level spell. The effect was very simple, creating visual invisibility by refracting the surrounding light.
This basic magic was useless against magical creatures with keen sense of smell and hearing, knights with strong intuition, and mages with strong mental perception.
But it was more than enough to deal with ordinary people.
Rod took Betty to the front door.
"What do you want to do?"
Seeing Rod reaching for the doorknob, Betty was a little puzzled.
The door was closed, how could it be opened?
Rod glanced at her, twisted it casually, and the door was opened.
What kind of door lock could withstand his magic?
"Isn't this bad?"
Seeing the lock being opened, Betty couldn't help but say softly.
For a moment, she didn't know what Rod wanted to do at all.
If she wanted to enter the house, wouldn't it be enough for her to call Blake?
Was there a need to be so troublesome?
As for stealing things, she never thought about it.
After all, someone who could casually throw out $100,000 and drive a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, would they still be interested in Blake's things?
"Aren't you curious about what Blake does when he's alone at home?"
Rod's words instantly aroused curiosity in Betty's heart.
She was indeed a little curious about what Blake usually did at home.
Although they were dating, she had only been to Blake's house a few times.
While trusting this boyfriend, she always felt that he was hiding something from her, concealing some secrets.
However, she had always chosen to trust Blake.
She had never suspected that Blake would do anything to betray her.
Because, since she met him, Blake had only had her as a female friend.
Under such circumstances, even if he wanted to cheat, he wouldn't have a chance.
As long as he didn't betray her, as for other things, even if he went too far.
Betty felt that they could be forgiven.
After all, who hasn't made mistakes?
Looking at Betty's curious eyes, the playfulness in Rod's eyes became even stronger.
Werewolves have very keen hearing and sense of smell.
So, although he hadn't entered the house yet, what was happening inside was no longer a secret to him.
He just didn't know what expression this woman would have then, and whether she could accept this cruel fact.
Rod walked into the house, using magic to eliminate the sound of the two people walking.
"He's not in the living room?"
Looking at the empty living room, Betty frowned slightly.
There were guests at home, why did Blake run off somewhere instead of being in the living room?
Suddenly, a low sound came from upstairs.
The moment she heard this sound, Betty's body stiffened, and her mind went blank.
She was somewhat familiar with this sound.
After all, a few tens of minutes ago, she had also made similar sounds.
"Do you want to go up and take a look?"
Rod's voice rang in her ears.
Betty nodded mechanically.
Her mind was muddled, she only hoped that the sound just now was a misunderstanding, that she had misheard.
Betty, who was walking in front, climbed the stairs to the second floor step by step.
Her pace was as slow as a snail, enough to show how nervous she was at the moment.
Rod followed behind, admiring the scenery, and didn't urge her.
As the two people came to the second floor, the sound that had just been faintly heard had become very clear.
Blake's voice, coming from a half-covered room, was quite sensual and enjoyable.
Betty's face turned pale, and her eyes were slightly red.
Even if she didn't want to accept this reality, the fact was already in front of her.
While she was sacrificing her body and dignity to raise money for this bastard to repay his debts.
The man she trusted the most had actually betrayed her?
And brought this woman home.
In an instant, her heart was as dead as ashes.