"I've already gone to Daemon just now, and had a fight with him." Derila was a little
frustrated, "He's a good person in everything, but he's just a little stubborn, I think I
might need a little more time to slowly communicate with him and talk things out."
"Right." Monica hurriedly said, "This is something that cannot be rushed, let's take our
time and not anger the gentleman. I was ill-considered earlier and should not have
rushed you."
"It's none of your business." Derila said comfortingly, "I'm in a hurry myself."
"Yes, yes, this is a matter of tact, there is no hurry." Monica said in a different way, "You
should not mention this again for a couple of days, you and Sir have not seen each
other for a long time, you should reunite properly. Don't let this disturb your mood."
"Huh?"
Derila was a bit confused, why did Monica's attitude change so quickly all of a
sudden?
"Listen to me, don't mention it again in the next two days, don't fight about it again."
Monica advised, "In a few days, when you are getting along well and he is in a good
mood, you can bring it up again and I will teach you what to say then."
Hearing this, Derila understood at once that Monica had escorted her back, not
only to keep her safe, but also to urge her and guide her to move for help.
The fact that she was not sure whether this was William's intention or Monica's own
was, in any case, somewhat repugnant to her heart.
But on second thought, William's side was hanging by a thread, and even if it was really
human nature to do so, it was understandable that Monica, who was said to be
someone trained by William, would be anxious.
It's just that Derila didn't like this approach.
"Ms.Feroma, Ms.Feroma……" Monica called out anxiously, "Are you alright?"
"Fine." Derila retracted her thoughts, "Take care of your injuries, I'll see you
tomorrow."
"There's no rush, you stay well with Sir, my injury is fine."
"Well, see you tomorrow." Derila said, and hung up the phone.
She felt that Monica was injured because of her and she had to be responsible for her,
she was worried that the other doctors had limited medical skills and could not give
Monica the fastest and best treatment, so she must go to see her injury tomorrow.
But at the same time, Derila didn't like being watched.
She felt the need to make this clear to Monica.
Derila was feeling so stressed now, she suddenly realised that saving people didn't
just require medical skills, but also the ability to have authority and status.
Just like this incident with William, if she could have saved the person with her medical
skills alone, why would it be so troublesome?
But now, if she wanted to save William and the people in his castle, she would have to
ask for Daemon's help.
But Daemon was a stubborn bone.
"Still angry?"
A familiar voice came and Derila snapped back to attention, turning her head to
look at Daemon who walked in.
He was unbuttoning his shirt while walking over like Derila, a dark desire welling up
in his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Derila rolled up from the bed in a flash and glared at him
with a puff of anger, "Don't you mess around, I'm telling you, it's been several times
today."
Before she could finish her words, she was pounced on the bed by Daemon.
He pressed down on her like a wild animal, making her unable to move, and one hand
went straight up her skirt.
"Ba_tard…ooo…" Before Derila could finish her words, she was kissed by
Daemon.
This hot, fiery kiss swept in like a storm, catching Derila off guard.
She struggled a few times, then stopped struggling and soon sank beneath him.
The two entwined and intertwined shadows were cast by the light on the wall, rising and
falling, wild and intense.
The temperature in the room heated up, like a fire blazing.
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