Chapter 8 Killing time

"Um," replied Roy Dixon nonchalantly.

Early the following day, when Kristal Holmes woke up, Roy Dixon had already gone to work, leaving her alone for breakfast.

Today's breakfast is vibrant; strawberries are also her favourite food, and she is pleased.

The maid brought her a bowl of medicinal soup respectfully: "Ms Holmes, the Master specially instructed the cook to cook soup. It is perfect for the recovery of leg injuries, drink it good while it's hot."

Does Roy Dixon care about even this little thing? Kristal Holmes was surprised, feeling a little warm in her heart. She picked up the bowl of soup to drink.

"Ms Holmes, how is this soup?" The maid waited for her to finish her drink before asking. "Very good," answered Kristal Holmes honestly.

"The owner was angry because he didn't like last night's dish, so he only kept the chef today because he knew how to make the potion. The boss also said that if Ms. Holmes doesn't like it, he will fire him."

Kristal Holmes was speechless. Roy Dixon treated her like that. Did he care about her? She just felt her heart fluttering and couldn't stop; after eating the meal, she ate some strawberries again, clinging to the stairs upstairs, calling her grandmother, telling her how long she was there. The day didn't pass, and she kept telling her to rest.

She went back to her bedroom, woke up looking for a book to read, and walked through Roy Dixon's library.

This book room looks small but must be more than 200, and the layout is straightforward, but everywhere is elegant and noble, the bookshelf is made of hydrangea wood, and a desk above all are hardcover books. The book is enormous; the tabletop is clean.

Kristal Holmes saw only one picture on the wall. In the picture was a woman who couldn't be more beautiful. She had never seen such a beautiful woman before; even though she was quietly sitting there, she still exuded unstoppable elegance.

Is this Roy Dixon's former girlfriend? Kristal Holmes suddenly felt so ashamed that she looked at herself compared to the girl in the picture. She was far behind.

Her heart suddenly seemed to miss a beat, so she raised her hand, wanting to touch it, "Stop it!" An angry voice resounded; Kristal Holmes was threatened to withdraw his hand, turned his head to look, did not know when Roy Dixon had been standing there, his face lowered, his eyes full of danger.

He must have taken a few steps before her, grabbed her hand, and uttered each word: "Don't touch that picture." Kristal Holmes was so hurt that his face turned white and quickly replied: "I know." Sure enough, his lover can't touch the painting, and he still protects it like this. He still has moments like this.

Her heart ached uncomfortably. Roy Dixon let go of her hand, coldly said: "You come to my book room do what?"

"I want to see a book," Kristal Holmes lowered her eyes and whispered back.

"Books related to design" Kristal Holmes raised her eyes, and people's eyes gradually brightened: "I have to go to school in a few days, I don't want to see it first."

The light of the lotus chandelier on the ceiling shone into her eyes, shining brightly, glittering. Roy Dixon's eyes gradually became hot.

Kristal Holmes discovered his change, quickly shut up, wanted to go out, and said: "If not, then I will go first."

"I have all the books at my place," replied Roy Dixon nonchalantly.

Kristal Holmes, hearing that there were good books to look at, stopped for a moment: "Is it true that there are good books to look at? "

Roy Dixon said nothing, took a thick-looking book from the shelf and gave it to her, coldly saying: "Take it, if you want to find a way in the future, just tell Codatorta, this is not a book place to let you in."

Kristal Holmes felt a needle in her heart, very painful, and she stood there holding the book, smiling faintly and said: "I will not bother you. This book is thick enough for me to kill time.

"Killing time" Roy Dixon heard her say that and was very angry, so he grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing? Quickly release me," Kristal Holmes frowned. "You hurt me."

"I thought you were a person with no heart, no lungs." Roy Dixon said through gritted teeth. Her book, in her mind, was just a toy to pass the time.