Operation Red Book

Chapter 470 Behind the bedroom door is the living room

After closing the door, Ivy stood in front of it in silence for a long time.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

Her mind was filled with Joshua's desperate and hateful eyes. It was the first time she saw them and she was terrified.

Her chest was completely filled with depression, from her stomach to her throat. She almost couldn't breathe due to her rapid breathing.

Ivy, who never thought she was wrong, suddenly had a strange thought - did she make Joshua sad...

Thinking of this, she finally shed a tear. She raised her hands tremblingly and helplessly covered her wet eyes and cold face.

"Don't cry... hehe..."

A strange noise came from behind Ivy, like an axe, cutting off all the shackles in her heart.

She wiped the tears from her face and turned to look.

"Eh!"

After seeing the furnishings in the room clearly, Ivy couldn't help but take a breath.

The originally small bedroom became a spacious living room. The firewood in the fireplace was burning brightly, and four people were sitting on the sofa, waiting to sit down.

But Ivy clearly remembered that she had just entered the bedroom from the living room... Thinking doubtfully, she reached back to touch the door handle.

I caught it the first time, but it suddenly slipped. I fumbled for it for a long time the second time, and then I turned around and found that there was a dark pine wooden staircase behind me, and there was no door at all.

"Come here quickly... I'm waiting for you..."

There was that strange voice again. With exploring steps, Ivy slowly walked towards the center of the living room.

Holmes and Lestrade chatted over their drinks, chattering in incomprehensible terms.

Christine sat obediently on the single sofa. She ate a delicate blueberry mousse cake while staring out the window at the wind and sand.

Only Joshua stood there with his head tilted back, motionless. He had an arrogant attitude, occupying most of the sofa seat, with his face covered by the pillow that Ivy threw at him.

"Slut... hehe..."

The harsh words struck like a thunderbolt. Ivy bit her lower lip tightly and clenched her hands into fists at her legs again.

"He said you are a slut...hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"You son of a bitch!"

Unable to control her temper any longer, Ivy screamed and pounced on Joshua with her teeth and claws bared.

Unexpectedly, the pillow covering Joshua's head suddenly fell off, and when Ivy looked at her again, she saw a pair of blood-red eyes.

"You're here!"

"what!"

Ivy felt a tightening around her waist, followed by a powerful fall.

Lord Leon grabbed Ivy's waist hard and easily pressed her into his arms.

"Oh my God... Oh my God... I'm not that stupid. You're so beautiful that you're driving me crazy..."

Lord Leon spoke in a daze while blowing hot air on Ivy's neck.

He learned his lesson this time and deliberately avoided the blue patch, instead dropping itchy kisses on Ivy's restless arteries.

Ivy was imprisoned in the hands of the vampire lord. She fell limply on his head, and the fire in her abdomen was easily ignited.

She was breathing heavily and her whole body was shaking. Her hot neck was numb, her clenched waist was hot, and her sensitive legs were hot.

In short, wherever the two people were touching, they felt numb, spicy, and hot!

"That black fitted kitten is adorable, the red rose skirt is beautiful, and the headscarf with white feathers really complements your beautiful, smooth oval face..."

His eyes narrowed into a line as he scanned the gasping girl from head to toe, so carefully that he seemed to want to imprint every pore and hair of hers in his heart.

The final danger fell on the two shadows on Ivy's chest.

"And this soft one..."

The back of his fingers stroked the soft flesh on Ivy's trembling waist.

"Woo!"

Ivy was startled and she instinctively shrank back, but was pulled back by another big hand.

"Thin..."

The hand slowly moved upwards, and the cold fingertips touched the trembling slippery flesh intentionally or unintentionally.

"Tight..."

"Boom!"

A soft sound came from below, followed by a coolness and then the next.

One of the buttons on the chest was undone, and the shadow appeared darker against the shiny white.

"It's breathtaking..."

The hardened thin lips had already left Ivy's neck, and moved all the way down along the open neckline, leaving a tender red path.

"Hehehe..."

Lord Leon smiled, grasped her waist with both hands and exerted great strength to pin her tightly to himself.

"It's so tempting..."

He stuck out his tongue and licked the pink and white ridge devoutly, as if he was tasting the mellow wine brewed in heaven.

“Delicious food…”

Suddenly, the heat was surrounded by a sharp chill. He opened his mouth wide, stretched out his long fangs, and stabbed hard at the soft flesh he had just licked.

"Snapped!"

"what!"

The guests at the Freesia Cafe were startled. Joshua covered his left cheek in grievance, his facial features wrinkled more than a golden retriever.

"What's wrong with you?" Jacob put down the design drawings in his hand and asked.

"fine……"

Joshua slowly put down his hands and sipped the cinnamon latte on the table. The aroma of the latte mixed with the hot steam filled his eyes, and soon turned his tears into cinnamon-scented seasoning.

Victor, who was sitting next to him, suddenly raised his eyebrows. He saw a red slap mark slowly appearing on Joshua's left face. It looked numb, spicy, and hot. The man must have used all his strength when he hit him.

"After taking a shower and changing clothes, are you feeling more comfortable?"

Victor asked softly as he put down his vodka on the rocks.

"Much better, thank you Mr. Jacob, thank you Mr. Victor."

Joshua lowered his head, focusing on the bubbles floating around in the coffee cup.

About half an hour ago, he was walking on the street in a daze, regretting his actions just now and shedding silent tears in the wind and sand.

Tossing and turning, all that remains in my heart is pain.

When he was about to be blown away by the cold wind, he was picked up by Jacob who had just returned to London from the small town of Ley.

Before picking it up, he was kicked by Joshua for no reason. Because Joshua looked so scary, Jacob thought he was some ungrateful demon.

"You're getting bolder and bolder! You even dare to come out and scare people!"

"Wuwuwu…wuwawawawawawa!"

"Cry! You can avoid going back to hell by crying? Do you still want to go to heaven? I'll make you some fried peas and you can drink some!"

"Uoooooooooooooooooooo! Uoooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"This voice seems familiar...Joshua? It's really you!"

Jacob quickly helped the frail Joshua up and put him into the warm carriage.

Joshua started crying loudly from that moment on. He cried in the carriage, in the newspaper office, in the bath, and even when he went downstairs.

It wasn't until Victor walked into the cafe and cried with Joshua for a quarter of an hour that they finally stopped.

"You've been crying all the way. Keeping quiet is the biggest thank you to me."

Jacob frowned and said without looking up.

"What happened?"

Victor asked as he finished his glass of wine.

"Have you also been abandoned by the country you love, just like me?"

"No..." Joshua replied hurriedly.

"Oh." Victor poured himself another glass of wine. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be some disappointment in his tone.

"I lost control of my emotions and said something very serious to Ivy..."

"Repent, I will arrange a church for you now."

"Don't go."

"Then you will die."

"That's what I really think."

Joshua replied calmly, and as soon as these serious words came out of his mouth, the air around them froze.

Victor put down the glass in his hand, and Jacob finally looked at him.

“This idea has been a constant in my life since I was a kid.”

Joshua let out a long sigh.

"Every time... every time..."

"Every time I thought it would never appear again, it would come quietly the next time..."

"I can't control it... I really can't control it..."

"I can't control... this terrible thought..."

"Snapped!"

Joshua was hit on the right side of his cheek again for no apparent reason, causing the tears in his eyes to burst out violently.

"She must be angry... She's blaming me..."

"I couldn't control myself... I couldn't control myself... wuwuwu..."

Joshua covered his face and cried in pain.

Tears wet the red cheeks, leaving hot and wet marks.

"Oh my God, what did I say... I said she was a slut... How could I say such a thing... Why would I say such a thing to her..."

"Snapped!"

Another slap made his body tilt to the right.

"She must be blaming me... She must be angry... Woo woo woo"

Joshua buried his head in his arms and cried bitterly, ignoring the sight of others.