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.

a pure woman be with

couldn't figure

also a little

that Elvis was in love with a woman. Why did he hide such a

compromised. He said gently, "Alright, I will

"Alright."

he saw

"You know violin?"

that you care about

Elvis' expression immediately changed.

you. You'd better think clearly what

"Otherwise what?"

the circumstances, what else could Elvis do to

that his entire body trembled, but

stubborn

I'm his daughter. Your threat doesn't work. Can I go in

no matter what I did, she doesn't know anything. She's as clean as her music, so don't disturb her with worldly

"Are you begging me?"

a little proud, but she was surprised

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

whispered, "Yes, I'm begging you. I'm 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

who said those words, Nicole would definitely be touched. But it was Elvis,

me from going in or just shut up. You have no right to tell me what I

and said coldly,

dare. You still want

Nicole was fearless.

everyone to hell. She is my last good

Nicole was shocked.

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

Nicole's mind was racing.

promise I won't say anything except

Audrey will stay in front of me. Nicole, it's up to you whether you want your mother to survive

finished speaking, he took Audrey

leaving, Audrey looked at Nicole and said, "Do what you want to do. Don't

good for her,

Elvis' threat worked.

were furious,

I promise you. But you'd

Nicole

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 didn't have the heart to step

Nicole, please

a step

I need to

"Yes."

person had been lowering his head,

the reason, she

it was an

should she

Nicole did not know.

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

was a sterile

was Elvis

What a sick man!

was a neat freak, he shouldn't have gone

in