He was in a good mood and hummed a song, completely unaware that she was already standing at the door of the kitchen.
She was lying barefoot by the door, peeking at him while he was busy, always feeling that she was dazzled.
This scene was so familiar. He used to always hum songs while cooking, and most of the time he sang "Intimate Love".
After lightly pinching her thigh, she covered her mouth and evacuated secretly without even daring to breathe a word.
Finally, after walking up the stairs, she saw the wide door and the very large yard. She felt freedom waving to her, and rushed out, feeling very happy.
After running for more than ten meters, she saw the towering red brick wall in front of her. She was stunned and stopped.
The wall is more than three meters high...
Turning her head and looking around, she couldn't even see the sunset!
It's like a prison here! Completely isolated from the outside world!
This is a mansion with fountains, gardens, promenades, swimming pools, and many, many things she had dreamed of.
However, she didn't like the addition of the towering wall, the big red iron gate, and the unpredictable devilish ex-husband.
She was imprisoned by him...and she seemed to have no idea where she was going to escape!
Looking up at the gray-blue sky, there happened to be birds flying over.
How she wished she could have a pair of wings, fly over this wall, and stay away from the devil.
When she was longing for it, she heard the devil's voice from upstairs behind her, "It's time to eat. Do you want to eat in the pavilion?"
She slowly turned around, nodded, and walked towards the pavilion a hundred meters away.
If she couldn't leave, she'd better not make him angry. No matter what his purpose was, she couldn't get into trouble any longer, she had to calm down.
Sitting on the soft chair in the pavilion, she waited quietly, waiting for the devil to arrive.
There was a fragrant egg custard placed in front of her. She remembered her recent absence and blushed in annoyance, completely losing her appetite.
He seemed to be able to read her thoughts, and immediately pulled the egg custard in front of him and placed the steak in front of her.
She looked at the delicious steak and couldn't help but swallow her saliva, suddenly feeling unbearably hungry.
However, she didn't really want to eat it. It seemed that by eating the food he cooked, she had forgiven him.
"Would you like some red wine?" he asked her after taking a few mouthfuls of egg custard.
She picked up the knife and fork, held it tightly, and asked in a cold voice: "Did you poison it?"
"It's poisoned," he said seriously, "It's a poison that has no cure."
She stopped talking to him and concentrated on eating. Only when she was full could she have the strength to deal with him.
She ate quietly and listened to his report.
"Don't worry too much about your parents. I left them a note for you, saying that you wanted to walk around and relax."
"Don't worry, I copied your handwriting and they won't suspect anything."
"In your name, I will send them messages every day to report that they are safe."
"If you behave well, I can let you talk to them."
"I hope we can get along well for a few days and then have a good talk."
"Did you listen?"
She chewed the food in her mouth vigorously, not wanting to raise her head, not wanting to see his face at all.
"If you don't obey, I will probably name you." His gentle attitude could not subdue her, and he had many other methods.
She frowned, but still didn't want to pay attention to him. But she was already a little scared, afraid that he would do something that would bring her endless trouble.
For example, releasing those photos he had photoshopped before.