C71 (1/2)

Beru had never met Marcel officially, only in their memories. Klaus seemed to mind his behavior, and now that he was holding on to Marcel even more tightly, she was beginning to get curious about the man.

When Klaus mentioned him, his expression and actions would change subtly.

Why, Bailu still didn't quite understand their relationship, in her view, the experience of the flesh and blood period made Bailu feel that things were complicated, that it was a changing world.

Klaus had already made his decision long ago, but he might not tell them about it. Thus, Bai Lu still had her guesses and speculations.

”Klaus, Marcel did the whole thing, and the agreement between you and the witch meant to topple him and take everything from him?” Bai Lu was really curious, so she casually asked a few questions.

Klaus gestured for her to drink the milk, and White Dew obediently bowed her head. She and the child both needed nourishment.

The milk was in a circle, and the dew looked ridiculous. Klaus ducked his head to steal a few mouthfuls, and then, because there was no smell, he turned and went to the window.

Klaus looked out the window. It was a bustling New Orleans, familiar and unfamiliar.

Bai Lu continued asking as she ate. It wasn't as though he was in a bad mood right now.

”Rebecca told me that you and he used to love each other as if they were a family,” Beru said, not at all bothered by Klaus' implied refusal.

In truth, Bai Lu felt a strange sense of powerlessness towards Klaus.

The man's behavior was not to be judged by common sense, and since the last time Lulu had refused to be stimulated by hormones, Klaus had offered the relative necessity of compensation.

The lovely baby needed his father's breath to be comforted, so as long as Klaus was in a good mood, he could appear in any corner and make love to and caress her.

Anywhere. Just a half set of love.

Bai Lu thought back to one time when she was in the toilet and someone suddenly had an affair. Damn it, it was not just a normal stench.

Klaus answered because he was happy.

Controlling her random thoughts, the pregnant woman finished her milk and looked at the weird man, the father of the child in her womb, the half-breed tyrant, Klaus.

When Klaus heard the child's answer of satisfaction, he nodded to Beru, and then he actually explained to her, ”I made Marcel today and treated him like my son. I love him very much, and he loves us very much... But a hundred years ago, when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans, we all thought Marcel had been killed. ”