Chapter 25

Chapter 25

"What's wrong with you? Did you quarrel?" Aier walked to him and saw Dorothy's little figure walking forward alone. Raphael cared about her so much, how could he rest assured that she would go back alone? Something unpleasant must have happened!

"It's nothing. Thank you for your concern."

Didn't Al misread it? Raphael actually smiled at her! It's really beautiful, really gentle, completely different from Claude. It's also a demon, but Ayr feels that Raphael must be a holy angel who fell into the devil by mistake.

"Is there really nothing wrong? So, do you have time?" Ayle asked him tentatively.

Raphael, who intended to refuse, saw the deep expectations hidden in her eyes and couldn't bear to refuse her, so he nodded with a smile: "Okay, let's go to the river for a walk. What do you think?"

"Oh, whatever you want." I don't know why Elle blushed. Maybe Raphael was too gentle.

You don't have to treat her like this. You really don't have to. She's just a despicable werewolf.

And Raphael put the photos with only Dorothy's figure into his clothes and walked side by the river side with Al. The sun was like crushed gold, flashing in the waves.

"You and I didn't meet by chance, did we? What's the matter with you coming to me?" Raphael looked at the river and slowly sat on the grass, with Dorothy's sad face in his mind. He didn't expect much from Aier's answer, just to break this embarrassing situation. The werewolves and demons sit on the grass and talk, which just sounds ridiculous.

Ayle is not too close to Raphael, and she doesn't want to cause trouble to this quiet and elegant man. She just suddenly feels at ease and feel safe with him. Unfortunately, she is a werewolf.

She looked into his eyes sincerely: "Thank you."

"What?" Raphael was confused by her inexplicable words. He frowned slightly and didn't seem to remember that he had done Elle a big favor this morning.

Aier shook his head. Since he forgot, he didn't need to think about it again. He didn't want to owe him a favor, just pay it off. She will always remember that if he is in trouble or danger, she will try her best to protect him, even if she gives her life. There is no way. Who let her save her life? Otherwise, she would have been killed by her father with an axe. In any case, she could not fight with her father. She would rather be hacked to death.

"Ayer, you're a little strange today." Raphael turned his head to look at her and looked at her up and down. He didn't come to persuade him to reunite with Claude again, would he?

Ayle hugged his slender legs and felt uncomfortable with Raphael's eyes. He couldn't help smiling bitterly: "Am I that bad? Can't I talk to you alone?"

Raphael still doubts Al's purpose, but when she said that, Raphael was embarrassed to say to her like he spoke to Marian. He could only shrug his shoulders and apologize: "I'm sorry, but I don't mean that. I'm just afraid that being with you will cause you trouble. After all, I don't feel it. How kind Claude will be.

"I know what he is." Ayle smiled slightly. Her long golden hair is very beautiful in the sun, but it can't attract Raphael's eyes. He doesn't like gold, which is too dazzling. Instead, he likes red very much, probably because of Dorothy, the little guy. Speaking of her, Raphael had a headache. It seemed that she was angry, and it was a problem how to coax her.

Both of them were silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, but only Aier felt that Raphael was trapped in his own meditation, and he didn't want to care about anything else, and he didn't want to care. Maybe in his mind, Dorothy was more important than anything else.

"Raphael, maybe you have a conflict with Dorothy. Now go back and coax her." Ayr stood up and patted the sand stuck to her body. She didn't want to sit here all morning, or with Raphael. It's better to do less things that are unfavorable to both of them.

Seeing her slowly walking back, Raphael stopped her and said, "Ail, next time we meet, will we still be enemies?"

Elle stopped and turned around and smiled gently at him: "Of course."

Sure enough, they are two parallel lines that can't intersect, but this is also good. If there is no intersection, then be strangers, but - we will give each other a look at the moment we meet, which is enough.

There is no regret, no reluctance. The two people left in different directions and went further and further.

Indeed, two people who are irrelevant.

I never felt that Dorothy, a lively bird, could also calm down.

After school at night, when she came back, she just nodded to Raphael and went upstairs alone. Her back was so lonely, as if she was the only one left in the world.

Raphael sighed with his chin and followed her closely and went upstairs.

Out of courtesy, Raphael knocked on the door: "Honey, can I go in?"

"I'm sorry, Raphael, I'm doing my homework. The bar is very busy, isn't it? Please go down and take care of the business. I will understand you. Her lost voice came from the small bedroom. It seemed that she was really upset with herself, and even repeated the words he said to her in the morning.

Raphael also has some helplessness. Dorothy has grown up and is more meticulous like a girl.

"Well, Dorothy, I'll put dinner at the door of your bedroom. In addition, I have something for you, and I'll put it at the door of your bedroom." "Also, I'm really sorry that I can't have a photo with you and Fred. Of course, Dorothy, if Fred also agrees to take a new photo, I won't refuse."

After a long time, Dorothy's dull answer came: "Well, I know."

Raphael sighed again. He still didn't know when he looked at her. This little fool must think that he was just perfunctory to her. Otherwise, with her simple personality, he would definitely open the door and look at him with a happy and expectant face. Or did she guess that it was very unlikely that Fred would agree?

Anyway, he can only do this. So Raphael put the dinner at the door of her bedroom, took out a white item from his arms, put it next to the dinner, knocked on her door, and left silently. He couldn't do anything. Although he really wanted to hold the little guy in his arms and comfort her gently, enlighten her, and use his usual reasoning, it was obvious that this could not work at all for Dorothy, who had grown up. It was ridiculous to wait and wait for her to give up taking pictures by herself. The plan.

Not long after Raphael left, Dorothy opened the door and brought dinner in. She was very curious about the white items that Raphael put at the door. After dinner, she quickly picked it up. It was a photo frame, a white photo frame with some fine patterns carved on it. It looked very delicate. It was probably what Raphael chose for a long time to buy. He has always been very tasteful and always makes people mistaken for a nobleman.

There is a photo in the photo frame, and it's the photo of her alone. It makes me sad to see it!

"Hey, Dorothy, what's wrong with you, looking sullen?" Fred came up from downstairs leisurely. "I heard Raphael say that you have been angry all day. What is this for?"

Dorothy didn't say anything, just handed him the white photo frame.

Fred took it over, looked at Dorothy above carefully, and shouted exaggeratedly, "Wow! It's a good photo! Look, Dorothy..."

Dorothy curled the corners of her mouth, and her tears fell down. Fred was shocked and quickly wiped away her tears: "My God! Dorothy, why are you crying?

"Fred, this is not a picture of me alone. This is our group photo. The photo studio has not been washed, but Raphael still doesn't agree to take it again." Dorothy sucked her nose aggrievedly, pulled Fred's sleeve, raised her tear-stained face, and begged, "Fred, please, you also want to take a new picture, don't you? Go and talk to Raphael and let him agree, please!"

"Well... Actually, I have 'camera phobia'." Fred almost gritted his teeth and said these words, and he didn't know why Raphael made up such an inexplicable disease, and he wanted to add it to his Fred! God knows how good he is. Not to mention a fever, it's difficult to catch a small cold! This may be the advantage of being a vampire.

"'Camera phobia'? What is that?" Dorothy has never heard of such a strange disease. It seems to be very serious.

Seeing how worried she is, Fred can't bear to deceive her, but he is also helpless. It's better to cheat than to leave. He touched Dorothy's hair and put on a serious expression: "Yes! You don't know, Dorothy. As long as I take a picture, I will tremble all over, sweat constantly, and sometimes I will faint! So don't make trouble with Raphael. He just doesn't want you to worry about me to say that. I'm really sorry!"

"Is this true, Fred?" Dorothy frowned and seemed to be about to cry again.

It turns out that the person who has been making mistakes is himself. No, he must apologize to Raphael. He must have broken his heart! Thinking of this, Dorothy ran downstairs and was pulled by Fred's arm: "Dorothy, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Raphael." Dorothy broke free from Fred, but he became tighter and tighter: "That's not necessary. Raphael asked me to take you to a dance. Don't you want to go? It's too late."

With that, Fred also took out a pocket watch and swayed in front of Dorothy. He knew that this was a ** for Dorothy. She had never been to a dance party, and she must want to go. And Fred had been tired of that kind of thing for a long time. If it hadn't been for the fresh blood, he wouldn't have bothered to take the red invitation and deal with those self-called noble ladies and a few vampires.

Sure enough, Dorothy quickly opened the bedroom door: "Wait for me, Fred!"

Well, while Fred is waiting for Dorothy, I don't think we need to wait here with him, so let's go and see the situation at Elle's family.

Aier cooked dinner. Although the wound on her shoulder was still faintly painful, fortunately, she could bear it.

Having dinner with her father, such a time is still so unforgettable to her. She has not experienced such a time for a long time since she lived with werewolves and demons.

Even the time of washing dishes has become less boring. If it hadn't been for the arrival of Marian, everything would have been better.