After Irene came back, she was preparing for a dinner party at home in a few days.

Her purpose was obvious.

It happened before and Hugh didn't care at all.

At that time, he would stay upstairs and don't come out, leaving other people do everything they like.

Edmond must be sent to his grandparents, in case of being bothered.

"Master, what are you thinking of ...? You didn't even notice me when I come in. "

Jola shut the door, stepping closer to Hugh who was in trance, rubbing his delicate face and said, "Master ... why don't you call me? I want to hear it. "

Hugh turned his head and looked at him with a pair of hollow eyes, like a puppet without spirit.

Before he could speak, Hugh was kissed by him!

"Hmmm ..." At the beginning, he just passively accept what Jola did to him, and then he started to resist. Now, he was dizzy for his kiss.

These days, Jola became a good kisser.

"You are so cute. You are gonna do whatever what I asked? How dare I? You are the one who raised me for ten years. I am extremely obliged to you, my master! "

Jola’s voice suddenly became so gentle, which made him feel at loss. He looked up at his face, and almost became fascinated with him.

"Go out, my wife will come in anytime."

Hugh didn’t know why he would have such a feeling. He lowered his head, trying to hide his emotion.

"Are you worried about me?"

Seeing Hugh’s reddish face, he was thinking ... Did this man fall in love with me?

Jola stood in front of him, reaching out his hand, fondling his hair while talking to him in a soft voice. Looking at his reddish ears, he thought that: Such a bitch!

Still have feeling for me after being raped? You are such an old bitch, surely, seducing men everywhere!

However, Jola did not realize that he was so angry because Hugh was not a "virgin".

He hated him, of course. But when he was becoming too possessive over him, it’s far beyond his expectations.

The more he thought about it, the madder he got. As long as he thought that Hugh was not a "virgin", he would be angry and jealous.

Suddenly, he pulled Hugh’s hair. Hugh was almost cried out, frowning and biting his lip in pain.

"Who?"

Jola’s voice was so gloomy, which was incompatible with his age.

Jola became so excited, looking at Hugh’s red ears and getting even more closer to him.

"No." Hugh cried with his eyes wide open. He pushed him aside and covered his ear. He was flushed, like being boiled.

"Ha"

Jola sneered and said, "Don't play dumb, huh?"

He looked at Hugh, and asked again, "Master ... tell me. Who is that man? "

Hugh looked pale. He knew what Jola was talking about. He just couldn't remember that.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

He pretended not knowing that.

"You know!"

Jola’s eyes were turning red!

Why was he so angry.

Merely for his enemy?

He felt that what he said and done recently were strange. What’s wrong with him.