Imperceptibly, Alice no longer felt frightened.
Kennedy got the cream on her chin with fingertip, and then wipe to her nose, “What is this?”
Well, she really did not wash her face clean. Alice got blushed, but did not answer Kennedy. She looked away to the meal box.
But before she could not see it clearly, Kennedy had covered her eyes with hands.
“Don't look at it. I send you upstairs and you have some rest.”
With that, he directly picked up her and went upstairs no matter Alice agreed or not.
Alice was curious and when she passed by, she wanted to have a look, but Kennedy had sensed it and got her head, “What do you want to see? Don't look at if you're afraid!”
Then Kennedy carried her back to her room and placed her on the soft bed.
“Stay here and I'll let you know when I have taken care of it.”
Then he went out.
After Kennedy left, Alice blinked her eyes, lied down on the soft bed and embraced the quilt.
Recently, Kennedy was nice to her.
But who on earth did that?
According to recent events, the dead rabbit was delivered on the first day and today a dead mouse was delivered. It should be done by the same person.
However, the man who pretended to be a delivery man to deliver the box suddenly committed suicide. It appeared to be suicide, but whether it was suicide was unknown.
And the people who followed her two days ago were not cautious from their conversation, and why did they return back. It seemed that someone was behind it.
But who was this man?
Who had she offended?
Her brain was in a mess. She did not realized what happened downstairs and she fell asleep lying in bed.
When she woke up again, she smelled food.
Alice opened her eyes and sat up, only to see Kennedy sitting by the window.
“You are up.” Kennedy heard the noise and came to her, “The cook has got the meal ready, get up and eat some food.”
Before she had any reaction, Kennedy picked her up and walked downstairs.
Alice, “... You don't have to hold me all the time. I have my own feet, I can walk.”
“You can walk steadily?”
Hearing that, Alice was speechless. There was a sumptuous meal on the table downstairs.
Although it looked sumptuous, most of it was nourishing and light, good for her condition.
Alice was moved by the cook’s consideration.
It must be ordered by Kennedy.
The mess on the floor had been cleaned up, and it was as if nothing had ever happened.
“Where's the cook?”
Alice looked around and found only she and Kennedy were downstairs.
“He is back.”
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