"Just call me Winters." Winters also bent down and bowed back. He didn't like to cause trouble for others, and said to Mrs. Navare: "Don't bother this lady, just ask a waiter to take me there."

"You are a distinguished guest, how can you let your servant accompany you?"

Mrs. Navare's attitude was very firm, and Winters had to accept her kindness.

Under Anna's guidance, Winters passed through groups of three or five guests and left the side hall through another door.

Before leaving here, Winters' gaze was involuntarily attracted by the Aphrodite tempera painting - how could it not be attracted? The goddess in the painting was almost a fruity body, boldly showing her delicate body, only covering a little.

Poor Warrant Officer Montane's most paintings in his life were military maps, and in addition to this, there were church murals. The saints were wrapped tightly, and even if they had occasional images of fruit, they were all male. He had never seen such a work that showed the beauty of women's human body without any concealment.

Seeing that Winters was stunned, Anna stopped. Winters was embarrassed and followed in embarrassment.

The two of them pushed the door and left the side hall, walking through the corridor one by one and one behind, all the way to the kitchen door, both of them were speechless.

Before pushing open the wooden door of the kitchen, Anna suddenly turned her head and stared at Winters' eyes, and asked him seriously: "What do you think of that Aphrodite?"

"What? Is that a beautiful god?"

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Chapter completed!