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"Good, everything is fine now," he comforted as he patted his sister's back until the rapid rise and fall of her chest gradually slowed.
In her brother's embrace, Daphne's heartbeat slowly returned to her own chest. Thinking about the terrifying sound of something being smashed just now, she felt a bit worried. "Brother, that person, he..."
"It's just an insignificant piece of trash, I don't know how it managed to jump to the second floor."
Miller's voice was as gentle as possible, staring at the unconscious body, with a coldness in his eyes, "Daphne, don't be afraid, this won't happen again in the future."
In the future, without his nod, the servant will stop all outsiders who want to go upstairs without permission.
"No," Daphne shook her head, trying to break free from her brother's hand, "I... I want to know what happened to that person? I think I heard a loud noise?"
Although he knew she wasn't concerned about Bell, Miller couldn't help but obsessively recall the scene he had just witnessed when he opened the door.
His beloved was forcefully grabbed by another man, and her arm was defiled by his disgusting mouth.
Miller's voice was as cold as ice chips: "I don't know, probably dead."
"What?" Daphne stopped struggling, her shoulders stiffened. "Dead? Did you kill him, brother?"
Miller One hand covered her, the other lightly pinched the back of her neck, and he leaned down to her ear, speaking softly: "Daphne, are you concerned about whether he lives or dies?"
"What are you thinking, brother?!"
Daphne She hurriedly stepped on his foot, fuming, "I'm afraid that if he dies, you'll get into trouble."
Judging from his attire, the man clearly didn't seem like an ordinary person.
Miller glanced coldly at Louis.
Upon receiving the order from the master of the house, the butler led the servants to bypass the two people at the door and go to tidy up the room where Bell was unconscious and the piano was completely ruined.
He held Daphne and stepped aside, explaining, "Don't worry about my brother. Even if he's dead, William won't come to me for this trash."
"William, is that the man's name?"
She tried again for a while and felt her brother's hand covering her eyes loosen a bit. She quickly pulled his wrist away. Because she had just shed tears, her eyes now looked as if they had been washed by spring water, moist and with a touch of redness at the corners from her grievances.
Miller felt the dampness in the palm of his hand, and his eyes grew colder.
The servants were tidying the room at an incredibly fast pace, with light movements. Daphne didn't notice the rustling sound they made, and after pulling away from Miller's hand, she didn't even have time to see their departing figures. She thought Bell was still in her room, in an uncertain state of life or death.
She pushed her brother aside and walked to the doorway of the room, only to see Lucia standing nervously in the corner, and the empty spot where the piano used to be, with a surprised and puzzled expression on her face.
"Brother, why is he gone?"
"Why?"
"Don't worry about it, Daphne," Miller pinched her chin and said, "I don't like you paying attention to any man other than me."
As soon as the words fell, Daphne felt a tightness around her waist, and then her legs suddenly left the ground, as if the world was spinning. The next second, she was being carried on her brother's shoulders.
"Ah!"
She grabbed the back of Miller's clothes in fear. This state didn't last long, as Miller quickly opened the door to his own room and threw her onto the sofa.
Miller pressed down, took hold of her arms, and lowered his head to kiss her skin.
Daphne clutched the shirt on his chest and couldn't help but shout, "Brother, brother?"
"Did he just kiss you like that?"
Miller had a deep gaze, leaving a series of red marks on it, with his hot breath spraying on it.
Moving his hand upward, his lips landed between Daphne's neck, opening his mouth to bite her delicate and soft skin, grinding his teeth neither lightly nor heavily.
Daphne Suddenly remembered the almost real experience in the dream, enveloped in her brother's breath, she collapsed and her eyes became misty.
"No, it's not..."
Miller held her slender waist with one hand, while the other hand touched her left breast, his thumb circling underneath as he coaxed, " Flora, you only like your big brother forever, right?"
Daphne grasped his wrist, blushing with embarrassment, "Don't do this, um... big brother."
"Say, Flora will only like her big brother in the future, otherwise..."
His finger moved up, lightly pressing on the protrusion.
"Mmm~"
Daphne covered her flushed face, the previous danger completely forgotten, only wishing to disappear, "I only like... Daphne only likes big brother."
Miller released her with satisfaction, kissed her at the corner of her eye, and said, "I still have some things to take care of, Flora can play in her room by herself."
Miller straightened his clothes, then as he left the door, his eyes turned cold for a moment.
"Go to the dungeon."
The prison door was opened with a key, and he walked up to Bell lying on the ground, stepping on his leg bone with his boot and exerting force.
There was the sound of bones breaking under his foot due to the unbearable pressure.
Half an hour later, Bell's limbs twisted at eerie angles, dark red blood covering the ground, and the brilliant golden hair dulled by dust and blood clots in the strands.
His fractured spine, originally on the path to recovery due to his strong regenerative abilities, was now smashed and pierced into his internal organs by Miller, looking incredibly miserable.
Miller did not kill him, after all, he is from William's family, so he still gave William a little face as a Marquis.
He shrugged and Louis respectfully handed over a clean white handkerchief. Miller leisurely wiped each of his fingers clean with the handkerchief, then casually threw it on the ground.
The handkerchief was instantly dyed with a strange red color, making the scene even more horrifying.
He said lightly, "Take him back and let William know that the discipline in his household has been somewhat lax recently."
"Yes."
Daphne locked the door and hid inside, feeling distressed about her brother, to the point of forgetting to eat dinner.
At nine o'clock, Miller wanted to enter her room to give her a goodnight kiss like he did yesterday, but when he turned the doorknob, he found that the door wouldn't budge.
Standing in the hallway, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire space.
Louis silently waited by his side, with a puzzled look in his eyes, not understanding why the young lady would suddenly shut the master of the house out.
The vibrant rose beside him seemed unable to bear the anger as well, with dewdrops falling from its petals, wetting the floor. The pressure penetrated the heavy wooden door, and Lucia, kneeling at the entrance, trembled but dared not open the door due to Daphne's command.
I don't know how long Miller stood at Daphne's door, but in the end, he let go of the doorknob and turned back to his own room.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sigh."
Daphne let out a long sigh, checked the time, and realized it was already past bedtime, but Miller hadn't come to give her a goodnight kiss.
"Is my brother too busy?" She felt a vague sense of disappointment, holding the blanket and shaking her head, saying to herself, "My brother just has a lot to do, I can't rely on him like this."
When she woke up again, the sky had already turned completely dark.
Daphne Daphne opened her eyes groggily and looked at the clock on the bedside table. The hour hand was pointing almost to eleven.
Lucia She hadn't come to wake her up, just helped her pull up the curtains on the balcony. When she turned her head, she could see the charming stars and bright moon outside.
Daphne Looking at this sky, I feel an immense tranquility in my chest, as if all the distractions have been absorbed by this vast night sky.
She slowly sits up from the bed, picks up the nutrient solution placed on the bedside, and drinks it all in one gulp. There's something in her stomach, and she feels much more awake.
Lucia heard the movement in the room, picked up the prepared clothes, and served her to the bathroom for a bath.
After washing up, Daphne sat beside the coffee table on the balcony, holding a small cup of tea, sipping and admiring the beautiful night sky, feeling a qualitative elevation of her mood.
Lucia, who had been waiting in the small hall, suddenly came over and asked, "Miss, the butler is asking if you would like to have a midnight snack in the dining room with the master of the house."
Daphne blinked and nodded, "Of course, let's go."
"Okay."
Lucia obediently stepped back, feeling nervous for her mistress.
After Louis waiting at the door understood Miss Daphne's meaning, the smile on his face relaxed a bit, and he went back to inform the master of the house.
Miller listened with a faint expression on his face, didn't say anything, but the people around him all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master, Miss Daphne may have just been startled yesterday and then locked the door afterwards," Louis said to him.
"Mm."
Daphne The new piano was moved into the room the midnight after the next day, not much different from the original one.
She pressed a few keys with her fingers, recalling the day her brother played the piano for her, and began to imagine him sitting here, playing for her again.
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