"Your achievement? What you gave me!"

Although it was just an unintentional glance, Thales had enough to see that despite her beautiful shape, Lilian's upper body, from neck to chest, waist to abdomen, was scarred and heartbreaking.

This made him startled: What kind of grudges had accumulated between Glover and his confidante, leading to such a strange relationship?

The sound of getting dressed filled the air.

"Open your eyes," Lilian said coldly:

"I'm dressed."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lillian," but Glover did not open his eyes. He spoke painfully, his voice trembling:

"I'm cuddling-"

Lillian interrupted him.

"Yeah, sorry? Apologize?"

Lilian's words were full of hatred and heartache, complex and subtle.

"No matter before or after, this is all you will say."

She put on her clothes, sneered and looked away, like a long-dead lover:

"Every fucking time."

As soon as these words came out, Glover suddenly turned pale.

He shook hard, as if he had received a heavy blow.

Thales stood silently in the corner, not daring to say a word.

This is not his battlefield.

A few seconds later, facing the heartless Lilian, Glover stood up slumped:

"I see."

He held down the table with difficulty and turned to the door, even ignoring Thales:

"I'm leaving now."

At this moment.

"Wait a moment!"

Lilian's voice came again coldly.

Glover's body froze in place.

"Wait until your blood dries before leaving," Lilian stared at the bandages on his body with a complicated expression:

"They'll scare away the guests."

Lilian's footsteps sounded, heading towards the door.

Glover remained motionless, not even daring to look back at her, let alone speak.

"What are you looking at?"

Lilian noticed Thales who was watching, her eyes sharpened, and she tried to pull off her clothes:

"mine**?"

Thales was startled and quickly lowered his head.

Lillian looked at him for a second, then smiled and pushed the door open and left in a charming manner.

"Humph, chick."

The door closed.

In the ambiguously decorated room, Thales and Glover both breathed a sigh of relief.

The former leaned completely against the wall, while the latter sat unsteadily on the chair.

One is thoughtful and thoughtful, the other is dejected.

"Glover?" Thales asked tentatively.

"Yes, Your Highness Huaiya?" Halfway through the slumped Glover's response, he realized that there was no one else in the room and changed his honorific title.

The topic stopped here, and both of them were silent for a while.

It seems that Lillian's influence has not been eliminated.

Finally, Thales sighed and broke the silence:

"How is Conmuto doing?"

Glover came back to his senses and said in a daze:

"Tinker moved him to another room, and he has to rest for a while - Master Karabyan and I are both hard to fight with."

Thales frowned:

"So, Cohen, you recognize him?"

Glover nodded, his mood still at the bottom and absent-minded:

"When we call it a day."

The two fell into silence again.

Thales finally couldn't help but said: "About just now..."

With a click, the door opened again.

Thales and Glover instinctively shut up and looked away from each other.

"Ah, this soaking in urine lasts so long, it makes me so happy..."

Tinker let out a sigh of comfort while carrying his pants and walking in.

"Hey, I saw Lillian going out."

He looked at the depressed Glover in the room and automatically ignored the shorter young Thales who was huddled in the corner.

Tinker sat down in front of Glover and sighed:

"You...you have to understand her, Fatty."

Hearing this title, Glover trembled slightly.

"I understand," the zombie slowly came back to his senses. He looked at the man in front of him, showing gratitude and intimacy: "Thank you, Tinker."

"brother."

Tinker's eyebrows moved.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Tinker hesitantly reached out his hand, as if he wanted to pat Glover on the shoulder, but stopped when he saw the bandage on the other person's body.

"So," Tinker said with a complicated expression, "you were whipped by your boss again? Like last time?"

Glover looked gloomy and shook his head:

"no the same."

Tinker snorted:

"Will you be as unlucky as last time? You know, you were locked up for several months-"

"No."

Glover shook his head in denial and subconsciously looked at the corner:

"I have a new boss."

"He... has a good temper."

Thales quickly lowered his head and said "I don't know you".

"That's good," perhaps because it was out of context, Tinker didn't notice these small interactions, but sighed in a long voice: "Those days, Lillian was going crazy."

Hearing this name, Glover was touched and trembled again.

The two men sat facing each other in silence.

"I don't understand." A few seconds later, Glover, who seemed to have regained some of his energy, remembered something and became angry:

"That green guy outside—"

Glover stopped talking, glanced at Thales, and changed to his formal title:

"I mean the vigilance officer."

Tinker shook his head indifferently: "Hmm?"

Glover withdrew his doubtful gaze:

"Isn't he Lillian's man?"
To be continued...