Hearing this, Celia hurried over and followed him into the living room. She replied calmly "Yes, I didn't go out."
"I heard that your mother is sick. Is she feeling better?"
After a short pause, seeing that Hans didn't say anything, Celia said softly to break the silence. Hans, who was changing his shoes, stiffened slightly and turned around. Under the bright light, his expression was very gloomy, and his tone was colder "You are not qualified to ask about my mother."
His coldness and disdain made Celia stunned and she did not react for a while. She just asked out of kindness and there was no malice. Why was this man so angry? Even if she sold her life to him, but she was not his enemy.
"Okay, I won't ask again."
Celia tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart and calm down. This man was unreasonable and ungrateful. She didn't want to bother herself arguing with the likes of him. She walked into the living room and said "have a cup of tea first, or go upstairs to take a shower first. I'll get water ready."
After changing his shoes, he looked at her back and asked "Have you taken a shower?"
"Not yet."
Celia didn't think too much and answered honestly. Then she saw that the gloom on his face was replaced by an evil and attractive sneer. Under the bright light, the smile on his extremely handsome face was cold, which made her shiver and her heart beat raced fast.
"Go and run some water. Let's go together."
More than ten minutes later, Celia came out of the bathroom. Her face was a little red, like a peach hanging on the branch after the rain, which made people want to take a bite. With a deep look in his eyes, he said gently with smiled "Drink this glass of water. Don't you feel stuffy after staying in it for so long?"
Noticing the mischievous in his tone, a hint of nervous flashed through her eyes. She was dawdling inside, or it wouldn't take her more than ten minutes. Looking at the glass of water in the hand of Hans, she was a little confused. He was strange tonight. He had been so fierce to her at the door just now, and now he was so gentle to her.
As if being bewitched, Celia walked over obediently. Under his smiling gaze, she took over the glass and drank up the warm water. He stare at her with a smirk on his face, and a trace of coolness gradually appeared in the eyes. Seeing that she put the glass back on the table, he said "Help me prepare clothes."
"Okay!"
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