Chapter 6 Breakthrough

The relationship between the two eased a little because of that night. Baudelaire never forced Casey again. Only when he wanted it very much, he would ask Casey if he could help him or masturbate.

Although Casey treated him a little coldly. He knew that he had hurt her, she would sometimes stare at him, with no hatred in her eyes, or even other impurities. She just kept him quietly. Sometimes she would comb his hair when he fell asleep, and once she kissed his forehead.

But Baudelaire didn't have a definite answer to why he became like this. He didn't know why he suddenly thought Casey was holy, and he couldn't bear to use his semen to defile her...

Baudelaire sat in a study chair and was not in a hurry to go to the basement.

He was not suddenly a different person, but his heart was filled with reluctance and his heart was softened. Casey was different from other women. He knew very well, but he had hurt her and kept her away from her family. He was already a bad person.

But he didn't want Casey to leave, and he was reluctant to continue being a bad guy.

He grabbed his hair and didn't know what to do.

He came to the basement, and Casey was reading while eating cold meat, and was fascinated by the fact that he had come in.

Her snow-white neck was lowered, her red curly hair was hanging on one side, her thin white fingers were pinching the cold flesh, and the other was holding a book. She was wearing the white dress he bought, outlining the shape of her breasts.

He reached out and kneaded her neck gently, and then said calmly: Stand up a little, otherwise it will ruin your cervical spine.

She was fascinated by the sight, but just said uh.

He held her from behind and did not bother her again.

It was quiet around, Baudelaire closed her eyes, smelled her scent, and said: I don’t want to be a bad person anymore.

Um?Casey didn't understand.

I hurt you before, I regret it, I know there is no way to cover up my sins, so I will make up for you.

Casey didn't say anything anymore. She didn't know whether she hated him or loved him. These two things had no boundaries. She hated him for hurting her and imprisoning her, but she loved his face and the little bit of dependent on her in his heart.

I will... let you go free.

Baudelaire didn't have a chance to finish the sentence after that. The vibration of the shells exploded made Casey fall under the bed, and Baudelaire also fell to the ground.

The smell of sulfur spread, and Casey was very scared. She stared at Baudelaire, who pushed her down the bed and said: Hiding under the bed!Protect your head and don't come out!I will protect you.

Casey burst into tears in an instant, and she pulled his arm and said: Be careful.

Baudelaire smiled: This sentence is enough with you.

I don't know how long it took, Casey was dizzy and felt uncomfortable all over. She couldn't hear any sound outside.

Suddenly Casey!

Brother's voice!

Casey opened his voice: Brother!elder brother!

Karen ran into the bedroom and saw the dirt-faced Casey, and couldn't help but hug Casey with tears in his eyes. Casey burst into tears.

Karen untied his cloak and draped it on his sister and took her out. The sunset hit the missing corner of the Baudelaire manor. Baudelaire was covered in wounds, but the wound was unknown, as if the perpetrator wanted to torture him slowly.

He was pressed by the soldiers and knelt on the ground. Karen pulled Casey and stood in front of Baudelaire. Baudelaire looked up hard and saw Casey standing with the sunlight on his back.

Angel?

It's his Casey Ah, but why is his Casey in the arms of another man?

Baudelaire smiled and fainted.

Casey felt very uncomfortable, she kept looking back at Baudelaire, the soldiers threw him into the trailer and left.

Casey returned home, and his father and mother hugged her with tears in their eyes.

My brother accompanied her to take a bath. He said: I would like to thank Wang for being able to successfully break through Baudelaire's manor this time. He was also afraid of Baudelaire's power, so he borrowed some elite soldiers. We lured the tiger away from the mountain to concentrate his soldiers outside the manor, and captured the informed soldiers, and then we took the elite soldiers in to break through the manor.

I see.

Without the help of other nobles, I might have lost you forever.

Brother, thank you.

Karen didn't accept this thank you.