Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"Fred!" Dorothy didn't know when she ran out of the bar. She wore her long red hair, moon-white pajamas with small patterns, and even wore her furry rabbit head slippers on her feet. The only thick clothes was a coat on her body. "Why don't you go back here? Did you quarrel with Raphael?

Oh, my God! She dared to approach Fred with the cross! I really don't know if she wants to care about herself or wants to be finished soon.

"Enough, Dorothy! Stop, stop!" Fred jumped back sensitively and kept a certain distance from her. "Don't come any closer!"

A layer of water mist immediately rose in Dorothy's eyes. She just blinked gently, and tears fell: "Fred, why are you doing this? Tell me what I did wrong, and I will definitely correct it!"

This little guy with a headache is really endless!

Fred rubbed his temples: "I don't know how to tell you, uh... I wonder if you can take off the necklace on your neck, damn, that's right for me? Or it's no problem for you to give it to Raphael to keep. I hate that thing.

Dorothy lowered her head and looked at the silver necklace on her neck. Although she liked it very much, Fred hated it. He was her family and the only family, which was more important than anything else. With a cruel heart, she pulled it off her neck and threw it into the grass that had just sprouted, without any reluctance.

"Fred, are we a family?" Dorothy was still standing still. She didn't dare to approach him casually. She was afraid that he would push her away. That kind of behavior would make her heart hurt.

How could she ask herself such a strange question?

Fred looked at Dorothy from afar, squeezed his mouth, and replied loudly, "I said Dorothy, you are wearing too little. Can you go back first?"

Dorothy summoned up her courage and said loudly to him, "Fred, you will always be my most precious family, and so will Raphael!"

After saying that, she ran back to the bar shyly, blushing like a red apple. When she entered the door, she happened to meet Raphael, who was about to go upstairs with a silver tray in her hand.

"Dorosy, where have you been? Why do you wear so little clothes and run around casually? In this way, you will catch a cold! Hurry up and go upstairs!" Raphael quickly restrained his surprise and said with a frown and a little complaint.

Dorothy answered gently and followed him upstairs. As she walked, she asked him, "Raphael, will we always be a family?"

Because Raphael turned his back on her, it was not clear how unexpected and surprised Raphael was when he heard the word "family".

"Do you mean 'family'?" Raphael slowly turned around, and there were a little tears flashing in his eyes.

A family...

What a long-lost word!

"Doris, so, since you say so, would you please allow me to give you a small insignificant opinion?" Raphael put the tray on the wooden table on one side, half squatted down, and took Dorothy's little hand. "No matter what happens, please stand behind me, support and believe me, can you do it?"

"Why do you say such words?" Dorothy vaguely felt something wrong. She always felt that in Raphael's gentle black eyes, in addition to caring, there were some things that she couldn't explain clearly, which seemed to be worried, but why was she worried? Only then did she realize that she didn't know Raphael. No, it's not just Raphael, including Fred, who doesn't know what they think and the troubles in their hearts.

"Don't think nonsense, Dorothy, I'm just saying it casually. I will always protect you, because we are a family, aren't we?" Raphael kissed her forehead and urged her to go upstairs. "Go to bed quickly, my lovely little angel, short girls will not be welcomed."

"Well, good night, dear Raphael, I love you too." Seeing that the red figure disappeared, he picked up the tray and walked out.

Why is it "also"?

This lovely child.

Raphael raised his smile and was in a particularly good mood. He swept away the unhappiness with Claude just now and easily hummed a little song.

But if that's the case, where did Fred, the awkward guy go? Probably going out for food! He didn't believe that the arrogant vampire would play such a boring game as running away from home.

But that seems to be the case. Fred didn't come back until the bar closed.

"Hey, Raphael, why are you alone today, Fred?" Marian hummed a little song and walked into the bar, "Oh, is it closed? Then it's really not the right time for me to come. Let's go!"

"Is it just a drink?" Raphael took the wine from the cupboard and said, "Is it a rum or a three-hundred-year-old red wine?" It's my treat, just to thank you for taking care of Dorothy like this all the time.

"Then you're welcome! Haha..." Marian sat excitedly in front of the bar, picked up the glass and slowly tasted, "Yes, it's really mellow and pleasant!"

Hearing such praise from Raphael, he did not feel any pride or anything else. In his heart, the uneasiness gradually covered the good mood at the beginning.

What the hell is going on? Fred, that damn guy won't be angry and go to Claude to settle accounts, right? That brainless fool, this kind of thing is likely to happen!

An extremely small voice sounded, and Raphael immediately became alert. He went to the door and looked out.

Under the bright moonlight, it was spread on the smooth shady path. There was not even a pedestrian on the quiet street, but Raphael firmly believed that he did hear a sound. That's right. He would not mishear it.

The feeling of uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger...

"Hey, I said Raphael, what are you looking at?" Seeing that Raphael hadn't come back for a long time, Marian couldn't help walking over and patting him on the shoulder. "Hey, hey, hey, I said old buddy--"

"Mian, Fred is sick. I'm going to visit him at the hospital now. As for you, you're just drunk and can't go home. Have a good rest here." Raphael's soft hands swayed gently in front of Marian's eyes. He only felt dizzy in front of his eyes and his footsteps were messy. He collapsed into the chair and fell asleep on the table.

"I'm sorry, Marian." Raphael turned his head to look at him, took off his coat from the hanger, opened the door of the bar and ran into a world full of provocation and danger.

You can't see clearly the future, reality, and the past. There is only nothing left.

And the naive Uncle Marian lay on the table and looked at it from afar, like the biggest irony since the 19th century.