Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Main hall?

Generally speaking, no one else could live in the main hall other than the master.

The owner of this place was Elvis. Could it be him?

Recalling what Elvis had done, Nicole thought it was beyond the bounds of possibility.

The more puzzled she was, the more anxiously she wanted to leave. Just as they were about to reach the main hall's entrance, someone suddenly stopped them.

"Ms. Nicole, Ms. Audrey, you seem to have gone to the wrong place. I told you that no one was allowed to come here."

Harley's sudden appearance did not surprise Nicole.

A note went wrong at the violin.

Nicole suddenly shouted.

"It should be a high note. You played it wrong."

As soon as she finished, the music stopped abruptly.

"Who is outside?"

Elvis' voice suddenly came, carrying a trace of anger.

Harley trembled and hurriedly said, "It's Ms. Nicole."

"Nicole?"

"It's me. I just want to know who played this violin. It's not bad, but it seems that he hasn't received any special training. There are some mistakes about fingering."

Elvis' face darkened as he heard it.

"Scram! Stop talking, or I will...."

"Kill me? That's right. People like you will do anything. However, even if you kill me, I still want to say that you played in rhythm, but your fingering was wrong."

"Let her come in."

Just as Nicole finished speaking, a pure voice sounded.

This was not Elvis' voice, but a girl's.

Nicole was immediately stunned.

Was there really a girl?

Was her previous guess correct?

Elvis kept a woman as his lover, and he loved this woman?

Nicole frowned slightly.

She heard Elvis say in a lower voice, "Don't have to listen to her nonsense. You played very well."

"Elvis, I know that you are flattering me, but I have a clear understanding of my weakness. She is right. No one teaches me music and I learn everything by myself since my childhood. I have always longed for a teacher, but.... Since I have an opportunity now, can you let us exchange our views?"

The girl's voice was especially gentle and comfortable, just like her music, pure and clean.

This was how Nicole felt.

could such a pure woman be

figure

also a little

a woman. Why did he hide such a clean

said gently, "Alright, I will go now.

"Alright."

he

"You know violin?"

that you care about that

Elvis' expression immediately changed.

clearly what you

"Otherwise what?"

not afraid of Elvis. Under the circumstances, what else could Elvis

his entire body trembled, but there was nothing he could

are as stubborn

Your threat doesn't

no matter what I did, she doesn't know anything. She's

"Are you begging me?"

little proud, but

always didn't care about anything, begged her for a woman. This was somewhat

begging you to keep a quiet pure land and pure sky for her. This island was built for her. Don't you notice it? It's like a palace. I built it for her. She can do whatever she wants here. She can play the violin she likes. She can even walk around. I will give her everything

those words, Nicole would definitely be touched. But

don't try to fool me. Either stop me from going in or just shut up. You have no right to

said coldly, "If you dare to destroy her purity, I will kill

still want my

Nicole was fearless.

to hell. She is my last

Nicole was shocked.

said that that woman was the only person he cared about. Then maybe

Nicole's mind was racing.

won't say

of me. Nicole, it's up to you whether you want your

speaking, he

you

body? If she doesn't know what's good for her, I will make Xander's body disappear right in

Elvis' threat worked.

and Nicole were furious, but it didn't

deep breath and said, "Alright, I promise you. But you'd better be kind to

Nicole walked

hall, Nicole had noticed that Elvis chose a pure European design style. This place was mainly white. It looked so clean and pure that people

please change

someone took a step forward and

I need to

"Yes."

person had been lowering his head,

frowned slightly. Although she didn't know the reason, she got dressed

that it was an

should she

Nicole did not know.

subconsciously looked around. Cleaners, cooks, or some other kinds of workers were all in aseptic

was a sterile

Elvis

What a sick man!

if he was a neat freak, he shouldn't have gone

in with