Why it never ends

Chapter 258 Domination
Roger decided to immediately go back the same way, but just as he turned around, he saw Hesta's face, and Roger immediately backed away in fear, and fell to the ground again.

"I've been waiting for a long time, Mr. Gray." Hesta stepped forward and held out his hand to Roger. "I have some work tonight, so I'm late... You won't blame me, will you?"

Roger took a deep breath, and glanced at the patrolling team in the distance from the corner of his eye.

If there is any commotion now, they should come here immediately...

"Mr Gray?"

Hesta leaned over and brushed a stray lock of hair from Roger's eyes behind his ear.

Roger moved slightly in his throat, but still took Hesta's hand.

"Of course not...it's just that you kept me waiting too long, Eureka, do you know that tonight I—"

Before Roger finished speaking, Hesta had already carried him on his shoulders.She quickly climbed up the raised wall rock, briskly like a flying ape, Roger looked at the ground that was getting farther and farther away from him, and immediately grabbed Hesta's shoulder tightly.

Hesta directly climbed up to the third floor of Roon Palace, and the two entered through the window and entered the corridor.

In the darkness, Roger, who was put down, stood up slowly. He stood against the wall, looked out of the window, and wiped the cold sweat on his face with his cuffs - with the height of the Roman Palace, the third floor here has about ordinary buildings. The height of six or seven floors.

If something went wrong just now, you will definitely die if you fall...

"I'm really..." Roger's voice trembled, "...crazy."

Hesta had already quietly walked in front of Roger, and Roger, who was immersed in fear, didn't notice it until Hesta suddenly reached out and took off his mask with brute force.

The thin straps of the mask snapped off suddenly, and Roger revealed his true face unpreparedly.

The cold moonlight shone through the old window, illuminating Roger's already pale face almost bloodless. He covered his face with his hands in panic—for no reason, he was a little afraid to look up at Eureka. Eye.

But Hesta grabbed his jaw and neck directly.

"look at me."

Roger was forced to look up, and Eureka was looking at him—her eyes half-open, her expression impassive.

Roger couldn't understand this look, but felt that Eureka seemed to be smiling, but also seemed to be sad.

As the strength of Eureka's hand increased, Roger's breathing gradually became short of breath. He instinctively tried to pull Eureka's thumb on his Adam's apple, but he didn't dare to struggle to break free.

A subtle nausea suddenly came to Roger - in front of Eureka, he felt that he was treated as a woman.

This was not at all what Roger wanted.

At that time, he was just happy to let Eureka temporarily play a more aggressive role to add a bit of fun, but he never thought that Eureka would have a normal attitude.

In those cat-and-mouse games in the past, Roger didn't mind being temporarily in a seemingly passive position in a relationship-when those women tried to show a strong side, he, as the actual high-ranking person, of course could also be sympathetic. Cooperate with dignity.

Just in exchange, when night falls and no one is around, their secret garden of women should be obedient, humble, and open to him without reservation.

If there is no such step, what is the point of all the previous concessions?
"U...Eureka..." Roger's face flushed completely, his eyes were bulging like goldfish, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, "I...I can't...breath..."

Hesta's eyes suddenly became clear, she came back to her senses, and let go of her hand.

Roger leaned against the wall, clutching his neck, coughing hard.

Hester stepped forward and raised Roger's face again, forcing his eyes to look at her. Her thumb pressed so deep into Roger's cheek that Roger felt her fingers almost crushing his own teeth.

This time Roger saw her smiling.

"...Eureka?" Roger's face paled, "What are you doing...?"

"I'm sorry," Hesta let go of her hand, she bent down, her voice was very low, "It's all because of the face under your mask...it really surprised me."

Roger held his breath.

Hesta frowned: "...are you crying?"

Roger lowered his head, he touched his cheek belatedly, "I... I don't know either."

Hesta laughed.

She turned around, "Come on, I'll show you around here first."

Roger still stood where he was, with a dazed expression on his face. He recalled the scene just now, trying to rationally understand the phrase "surprise" as an Eureka-style adjustment.

But at this moment, every look and every movement of Eureka aroused deep fear in his heart.

"Let you come here." Hesta, who was a few steps away, found that Roger hadn't followed, "How many times do I need to tell you?"

Eureka's voice reverberated slightly in the hallway, like a midnight midi.

Roger trembled, he clearly felt that a trap was being laid out before his eyes, but the oppressive feeling from Eureka was like the deep darkness in the corridor at the moment, with no end in sight.

In a strong tremor, Roger felt as if he lifted his left foot, then his right foot, and finally he lowered his head and walked quickly to Eureka's side.

……

The two quickly entered the deep and dark corridor inside the palace. Although Roger didn't know where Eureka was taking him, he could feel that he was walking all the way down.

A quaint oil lamp was held in Hesta's hand, and its faint yellow light could only illuminate the boundary between the two of them.

All the way, Roger didn't say a word.

"I've been thinking about a question this afternoon. After thinking about it for a long time, I still don't understand it." Hesta said suddenly, "I wonder if Mr. Gray can explain it to me?"

"... You said." Roger replied in a low voice.

"This morning, when Sophie's friends asked you to comment on the novel, why did you vote for the correct character?" Hesta turned slightly sideways, "I thought you would find that character boring ?”

Roger cautiously raised his eyes to observe Hesta's expression, "Because at that time I...I wanted to end the conversation with them quickly."

"So your actual option is actually another one?" Hesta looked at him, "If you had planned to continue talking with them, what would you have done?"

"This...how should I put it?" Roger raised his hand to wipe his sweat again, "I guess...Actually, each of them chose another option, but because of some...some concerns about self-esteem, among them Some people are afraid to say their own answers..."

"What do you mean?" Hesta didn't understand. "You mean that each of them prefers promiscuous partners?"

"No, of course not," Roger shrank his neck, carefully choosing his words, "I think this may...is based on another fantasy..."

(End of this chapter)