Please behave My Lord novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: You Don't Have to Apologize to Me

There was a long pause before she said:

-Yes, but when I couldn't find you, I came back.

There were some things I didn't want anyone to know.

-Mariana, I'm sorry I didn't inform you in advance that I was out of the hospital.

It was the first time I had heard Xavier apologize.

Mariana blinked, couldn't help but feel a little guilty and spoke hurriedly:

-Xavier, you don't have to apologize to me, it was me who offered to take care of you, but I didn't think I would end up breaking my word, I should apologize to you.

Her heart fluttered as she involuntarily clenched the spoon in her hand.

A lazy voice with a playful smile came from the other end of the line:

-That's enough, let's stop apologizing. Didn't you say you were going to send me tasty food? I'm sending you the address of my house now...

The spoon in his hand suddenly fell, collided with the porcelain bowl and produced a crunching sound.

Xavier's unspoken words were cut short.

-What's wrong?

-Xavier, I've been feeling... bad lately, I may not be able to visit you. How about this, when you come back to the set, I'll bring you food every day, okay?

Mariana reached out and gently touched her red, swollen face, saying with some difficulty.

A moment of silence passed before the lazy tone sounded again on the other side:

-Then I will wait for Miss Ortiz's work.

After hanging up the phone, Mariana couldn't help but let out a sigh.

But on the other hand, Xavier looked at the phone whose screen was slowly dimming, his heart emptied in an instant and his pair of beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

In the following days, Mariana stayed at home without doing anything because of the wounds she had on her body and did not see Leopoldo again, as if he had suddenly disappeared.

However, at midnight, Susana's frightening face would burst into her dreams, which made her feel uneasy inside and her mood deteriorated during the day.

That day, Mariana, sitting in the living room, was staring at her cell phone on the table, slightly frowning, looking a little hesitant.

He finally picked it up, dialing a number.

He quickly connected and a puzzled voice came from Lionel on the other end of the line:

-Ma'am?

Mariana, somewhat puzzled, raised her hand to gently put her hair next to her face behind her ear as she asked in a low voice:

-I was going to ask you about what happened last time, Susana?

But at this point, she paused and did not continue.

-Madam, you want to ask me how Susana is, don't you? As she has done something illegal and criminal, naturally she has gone where she should go. You don't have to worry, Ma'am, I'm sure she won't hurt you again in the future.

The assistant, a little guiltily, vaguely explained Susana's end. Mariana bit her lower lip.

If she was sent to the right place, it should have meant going to jail. But Susana was a public figure after all, and if so, the media would have gotten the message and the story would have spread in the meantime.

But that didn't happen, nor was there anything on the Internet.

-Hey, Susana...

-Madam, if there is anything else you want to know, you'd better go ask Mr. Durán, he asked for everything like this. I have things to do, so I have to hang up now.

Hanging up the phone, Lionel exhaled a deep breath.

Indeed, the torn fabrics in the box were exactly what Ana wanted.

She struggled to pick it up and was about to leave, when suddenly she stumbled over a box, having barely taken a few steps. Mariana looked down, momentarily stunned.

It was a dark green square box that had fallen to the ground, the lid of which had been ripped open by the collision, exposing its carefully guarded contents.

She narrowed her eyes, set aside the box in her hands and lifted the dress it contained in the box....

As soon as he unfolded it, an admiration instantly appeared in his eyes. He couldn't help but freeze.

The skirt was light yellow with a long, soft, smooth hem; it was sleeveless, with snowflakes depicted at the waist, like bunches of plum blossoms in bloom, as beautiful as a winter snow scene.

The waistband at the back was hollowed out, through which you could see the soft, slender waist, a discreet and sexy design that was very seductive.

He displayed a demure and airy aura, at the same time a sexy charm.

Mariana blinked rapidly, as if she had received a great inspiration. Such a design was truly an extraordinary work for her as a designer.

I attentively contemplated the techniques used on her and how she silently displayed those almost imperceptible sensations.

After glancing around the somewhat cluttered and dirty warehouse, Mariana looked down at the dress in her hands. She then carefully placed it in the box and took it out along with the boxes.

"Since it was abandoned here, probably no one uses this, right?"

Back in her room, as she looked at the dress in her hands, a great shock came over Mariana.

The only way to really understand the design of a dress was to see how it actually looked on the model.

Once she made up her mind, Mariana took off the nightclothes she was wearing and put on the dress, which fit her well.

Due to the delicate embroidery at the waist, I did not expect that the dress was tight at the same place, making it even more charming.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened from the outside.