Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Damn it! Fred angrily hit the wall with his fist and messed up everything! Why can't he sit down and talk quietly with Dorothy for a second like Raphael? Obviously, he cares about her and loves her more than anyone else. Of course, he knows that vampires and humans are fruitless, but they don't exclude love! Let Fred protect her and exchange his endless life for the happiness and comfort of Dorothy's life.

At the thought of this, Fred's manic and restless heart calmed down. He silently looked at the yellow wall because of the long age, and his lips moved slightly. It could be seen that he was saying good night.

But everything will not end with a "good night", just like the injury will not disappear because of a "sorry".

The next night, Dorothy really ignored Fred and didn't even want to give him alms. She always locked herself in the bedroom.

"The girl's mind..." Fred sighed and shook his head quite helplessly. He turned to Raphael's smiling eyes and couldn't help roaring at him in a low voice, "What are you laughing at!"

"Ha?" Raphael said in a strangely long tone, "Has the count deprived me of the right to laugh?"

"That's enough, Raphael! I'm bored enough. Please don't push me anymore, okay?" Fred rubbed his temples. This damn Raphael always likes to make some boring jokes when he is upset, which will only make the atmosphere worse and worse. Maybe this is what Raphael wants to see? Maybe, this guy's brain is absolutely abnormal. He just likes to see Fred angry. Oh, my God! What kind of hobby is this?

"Well, Fred, why don't you tell me your troubles and let me be a qualified listener? What do you think?" Raphael winked at him, and Fred had the impulse to beat him again.

Raphael could see it and patted him on the shoulder unhurriedly: "Ok, Fred, relax. Have you forgotten the little unpleasantness that happened with Dorothy last time? It's just an episode in our ordinary life, and we don't need to care at all.

Fred's teeth itched: "If you still remember the last stupid thing, don't talk nonsense here and help me persuade Dorothy."

Raphael's doting smile, Fred immediately got goose bumps, and he walked up from Fred's side contentedly and went upstairs to find Dorothy.

To be honest, it is most interesting to see all kinds of violent and angry expressions on Fred's pale face.

After Raphael knocked gently on Dorothy's door, he asked gentlemanly, "Miss Greenk, can I come in?"

Unexpectedly, Dorothy smiled. Her lovely footsteps were getting closer and closer to the door. She opened the door and a bright smile appeared in front of Raphael: "What's the matter with you, Raphael?"

"I want to talk to you." Raphael stretched out his hand to touch her long bright red hair.

She playfully stuck out her tongue, took his hand, and pulled him in. She didn't forget to close the door for fear that someone would walk into the bedroom.

"What do you want to talk to me about, Raphael?" The light in Dorothy's bedroom was very dim, and only the small desk lamp on the desk was still shining white.

She sat **, while Raphael consciously sat in the chair: "I want to talk to you about your mother, my dear cousin."

From this point alone, Fred has praised Raphael as a novelist rather than an incompetual bartender countless times. Of course, Raphael would not pay attention to this guy's nonsense. He listened to it purely as a joke, because God knew how painful it was for Raphael to make up such a huge and obvious memory, and he could not make a flawed lie! For example, Raphael said that Dorothy's father was a strong sailor, and the next time Dorothy asked, he said this t-have character as an elegant musician. In the end, he could only put the two together far-fetchedly. Even he himself thought it sounded incredible, and now, this should The death lie is about to begin again!

"You know, your mother is a very brave woman." Raphael tried his best to depict the image of a girl with the red eyes in his mind, and he was more willing to regard her as Dorothy's mother, although she was not.

"And it's very kind." Dorothy quickly followed Raphael's mind and added with a smile.

"That's right, Dorothy." Raphael is very happy to comment on the girl with red eyes, which always makes her proud for no reason. "But she passed away, didn't she? At that time, you were only as big as a baby. For me, her only blood relative, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even raise you up. Fortunately, there was Fred. Yes, fortunately he was there, so..."

"I understand, Raphael, I should thank him." Dorothy's cheeks suddenly gloomy. "In fact, I haven't forgotten this, so, Rafael, what else do you want to say?"

Raphael** sensed something wrong: "What, Dorothy?"

Dorothy raised her hand and pointed to the door: "Raphael, I'm sleepy."

Raphael rubbed his temples and stood up to touch her hair, but his hand stayed in the air and did not put it down for a long time.

"Dorothy, I hope you..." Rafael wanted to say something, but in the end, he just opened his mouth and shook his head with a smile. "Nothing, autumn is coming. Is it a little cold? Wear more. Good night, honey.

He slowly walked to the door and nodded to Dorothy with a smile. At that moment, Dorothy even thought that Raphael, who was still young and handsome, had become a dying old man.

Is

your own mistake? Really?

Dorothy's tears fell down. She wiped them with the back of her hand and suddenly remembered all the good times she had spent with Raphael and Fred in the past 16 years. Why did she slowly seem to have deteriorated? She began to be afraid of contact with Fred. Inexplicably, she would be even more angry with Fred for some unnecessary little things.

She thought it would take some time for her to adjust her mentality. During this period, she could only say "sorry" to Fred from the bottom of her heart. After she figured out these messy things, she would get back together with Fred!

- But by that time, it was already too late.