Return of the Memories Chapter 6

"Yu, are you tired?"

Roderick Gao suddenly came back to his senses and remembered that Youzel was still next to him. He whispered an apology, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed softly: "I'm a little tired."

"Look at me, I forgot you were a patient and took you around," Sterling slapped his forehead, "You should have reminded me earlier. Bartholomew---" he shouted loudly.

Roderick Gao smiled: "It's okay, but if I had known that your manor was so beautiful, I would have come to stay with you often when I went to Fulanli."

He said this sincerely, because every time he walked in, he felt that there were many places in this manor that he liked. Except for the home given by Mr. Clarence and Mrs. Nadine, no one had ever had a house that could match his taste. Make him feel so kind.

"It's good to be like this early, but I think you need a hot bath now, and a good sleep after taking the medicine."

Uzel laughed loudly. His manor had one of the best views in the entire federation, which was why he liked to invite others to parties at the manor. Roderick Gao also has a very strict vision, and if he can get Roderick Gao's praise, he will be even more proud of this manor.

Bartholomew quickly arrived beside them, followed by Celeste, the maid who specialized in serving Roderick Gao 's daily life. Although Celeste was only a D-level Omega, she was very independent.

"Master Roderick Gao , the room is on the second floor and has been tidied up."

Celeste raised her hand and reached upstairs. Roderick Gao understood, turned around and walked straight to the room where he lived before. Youzel watched Roderick Gao go upstairs, then returned to the living room and called the driver in again.

Roderick Gao stood at the corner of the stairs and glanced down, and saw Youzel took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket. Judging from the color, the owner of the handkerchief happened to be Marcella who he met in the flower field today.

Roderick Gao stopped and looked at the hall. He thought that Youzel was going to send the handkerchief back, but unexpectedly, Youzel asked the driver: "The one who stopped us today was the beautiful and kind-hearted Miss Marcella. You should remember her." "

The driver nodded: "I know."

Roderick Gao frowned.

Immediately afterwards, Youzel skillfully and casually took the handkerchief to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. This action caused slight discomfort in Roderick Gao's eyes. He would not forget that Marcella used this handkerchief to cover her chest and put it on her lips today. The side is blocked.

But Youzel had no idea about this and just smiled: "I guess she may be Mr. David's daughter--oh, it's Mr. David who is in the tobacco business. Do you know her?"

The driver nodded understandingly: "I know him."

"That's good." Youzel put the handkerchief on the table, without any intention of giving it to the driver. He just said, "Go and find out if it is true. If so... let the florist send you a bouquet of flowers." Go over and send her an invitation letter to the party on Saturday. You have to take it in person, do you understand? "

"Understood, I'll go right away."

The driver nodded, confirmed and went out. Not far away, Roderick Gao listened to the entire conversation with a cold expression on his face, and then went upstairs in silence.

Butler Laige wiped his sweat and hurriedly followed Roderick Gao. After receiving permission to enter the room, he carefully explained: "Master Roderick Gao, don't be angry. Master Youzel didn't do this on purpose, he just..."

Having said this, Bartholomew hesitated for a few seconds.

"He just lost his memory. I know that, and he's not that angry."

Roderick Gao rested his hands on the table. The table and the dressing mirror were integrated. He could see half of his ugly face in the mirror by turning his head slightly.

Well, compared with the beautiful and kind-hearted Marcella, his appearance cannot tempt Youzel for the time being, and in the future, this face and even his whole body will leave a scar or even a scar. This is why no one can say That's right.

Such behavior of being jealous of a lady was not in line with his style. Roderick Gao's face turned cold again. He turned his head and said with unclear meaning: "Prescott just wants to do the tobacco business."

Butler Bartholomew wiped his sweat again and said, "Yes, yes."

No one in this manor knows what Youzel is thinking. Doing business is one thing, and wanting to date Miss Marcella is also a real purpose... But this is really not easy for Roderick Gao to accept. What's more, there is such a party on the weekend... Laige glanced at Roderick Gao worriedly.

"I'm fine, Butler Bartholomew, don't worry." Roderick Gao smiled at him, looking really tolerant and generous.

"It's good that you're okay." Bartholomew sighed in his heart. But he was just a butler, and he was Prescott's butler. Even if he knew about Prescott's rudeness, he had no position to say anything. He could only say: "Master Roderick Gao , please wash up and rest first. Is there any inconvenience?" Just call her Celeste."

"It doesn't matter." Roderick Gao nodded, raised his hands and smiled: "Although I look very weak, I can use my hands and feet, so you all can go and have a rest. You don't have to look after me, otherwise I will feel like A bad old man who is greedy for beauty."

He also waved his finger in front of Celeste's face, making the young unmarried girl laugh. Housekeeper Bartholomew also laughed. Knowing that he was trying to avoid suspicion, he took Celeste out of the room, closed the door and told Celeste to pay more attention. Here, he went over to report the situation to Youzel.

Youzel was also planning to take a bath. After listening to Bartholomew's report, he frowned and asked, "Did he go to take a bath alone?"

Bartholomew nodded: "Yes?"

Youzel stopped halfway through taking off his clothes. In the end, he was still a little worried: "Okay, I'll just take a look."

Bartholomew was a little puzzled, but Youzel had already walked towards Roderick Gao's room, and before he even raised his hand, the door opened from the inside.

The hem of Roderick Gao's shirt was scattered outside the waistband of his trousers, and it looked like he had put it on temporarily. He saw Youze was stunned for a moment, and the words he had not yet spoken were suddenly stuck back, and he changed his words: "... Youze you?"

Youzel was leaning against the doorframe. Even though there were many maids at home, the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt was still open, revealing his strong and thick chest.

Roderick Gao frowned and couldn't help but say before Prescott spoke: "Put your clothes on Prescott, the air is very cold at night, if you don't want to keep sneezing at the party."

"...When did you become as nagging as Bartholomew? Shouldn't you compliment my figure first? People who see me dressed like this want me to take off my shirt more."

Yozer complained bitterly, and immediately added: "But I guess you need someone who can help you clean your back now."

"Yes." Although Roderick Gao doesn't want to see him now, he does need a helper, and Youzel is also the most suitable. He could only say helplessly: "Mr. Youzel, who is in great shape, I can't see the wound on the back of his neck. Cleaning it may be a bit troublesome."

Youzel grinned, "Then let me do it. Is the hot water ready?"