Kairos narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer, asking in a low voice, "What's wrong with your face again?"

  Cynthia immediately covered her face with her hands and used some force to snatch her chin back from his hand.

  She didn't seem to want him to notice her weirdness, just gazing at the table and changing the subject, "Want to try some fish first? Joe and I spent a long time in the kitchen making it for you, Austin didn't even get a share of the tail."

  Caius finally condescended to give a glance at the lemon fish, automatically ignoring Qiao's question "What did you do?"

  Cynthia shook her head honestly, "Most of it was done by Qiao, I didn't dare to do it myself, I was afraid you wouldn't like what I did, so I just guided from the side."

  In the calming atmosphere, Kairos finally waved his hand to repair all the destruction he had created. He elegantly picked up his knife and fork, under Cynthia's expectant gaze, and reached for the lemon fish.

  The first bite of fish meat was sent into his mouth, and he said in a low voice: "From now on, you'll be the one to do it."

  "What's going on?" Cynthia scratched her arm, feeling that her lips were also a bit swollen, and it was a bit of an effort to speak.

  Kaius glanced at her with a hint of helplessness, "Dinner."

  Don't! Your hands will get wrinkled! You don't like eating it either!

  More refusals reached her lips, but Cynthia just murmured a yes.

  She lifted her wine glass and poured the entire cup of wine into her belly, trying to use the glass to cover up her lips that were starting to redden.

  Of course, she also wants to use alcohol to boost her courage.

  The dinner for two ended with Kayus slowly savoring more than half of the fish, and Cynthia leaning against him sideways.

  The wine glass in her hand smashed onto the floor with a crisp shattering sound, this action stunned Kael who was just about to put down his knife and fork, he almost instinctively supported her at an incredible speed.

  "Xīn xǐ yà!" Kǎi wòu dī hǒu.

  Translation:

  "Cynthia!" Caius growled.

  He picked up Cynthia, whose face was flushed and swollen, and quickly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a loud screech.

  "Uh-huh"

  Cynthia's eyes were almost swollen shut, from drinking and allergies, she thought her eyelids should be as puffy as walnuts, and her whole face must look very ugly now.

  She buried her face in Kael's chest, her small hands clutching his expensive shirt, and whispered loudly, "I accidentally got an allergy."

  "Since when?" he thundered, kicking open the oak door of the dining hall and striding upstairs like a whirlwind.

  "About this afternoon."

  "How can you have endured until now?!" Kael's tone was one of incredulity and anger.

  Cynthia reached out and touched his chest, "Don't be angry."

  She just waited until night, only in bed could she take on the appearance of a weak person to get the truth she wanted and also push forward the progress bar.

  But it's really itchy, and I have to bear with it, if I scratch it and it breaks, it will leave a scar.

  She's so pretty, can't leave scars.

  Kairos burst into the three-story bedroom, and when he kicked the door open with one foot, Cynthia felt as if some small pebbles had fallen on her head.

  He put the person on a soft antique big bed, and he was also pulled by Cynthia with his clothes, and his collar was squeezed to his throat.

  Kairos yanked open the stiff collar button of her shirt, pulled down her hands and pressed them to her sides, carefully examining her face with an almost imperceptible hint of urgency in his eyes.

  Cynthia barely opened one eye slit, and through her red eyes she saw that her face was almost swollen into a pig's head.

  "Don't look!" She pulled the pillow over her entire face and muffled, "I'm just allergic, it's nothing."

  Kairos suppressed his temper and said, "Take it down."

  "No, I've become ugly!"

  Kairos looked down and thought his temper had improved enough, but there were always people who didn't listen to him.

  He grasped Cynthia's wrist with one hand and pinned her hand to the bedspread above her head.

  The down pillow that had been covering Cynthia's face was carelessly tossed onto the floor by him.

  If this action were on her face without swelling, Cynthia would definitely think it was ambiguous and wouldn't do anything to owe her an apology. Unfortunately, the swelling is more severe than she imagined.

  "What did you eat?" Kael asked in a low voice.

  He spotted the problem at once.

  Cynthia thought for a moment and knew that this matter couldn't be told to Joe, she was unintentional.

  "I came back outside and couldn't help but buy a mango to eat, then I had an allergic reaction." she replied softly.

  "You don't know you're allergic?" Kael thought this sentence was full of lies.

  "I know I'm angry!"

  Cynthia's swollen mouth twitched, and tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at Kaelos, who was standing right in front of her. In a low voice, she accused him, "Someone named Ross came to find me and said he was your son."

  "How did you have a son?" The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, as if an entire month of her youth had been wasted. Cynthia's tears flowed directly down her face, dripping onto the bed beside her temples.

  Perhaps it was because she cried too ugly, Kael's face thoroughly cooled to the bottom of the valley. He stretched out his hand and a soft glow spilled from his fingertips, repairing the tiny marks on her face.

  "Shut up, you won't become ugly." He felt a bit anxious and couldn't control his emotions when he saw those two lines of tears.

  "I don't care about my own face!" Xinsi still tried her best to stare at him with her swollen eyes, trying to get him to follow her emotions. "Why would the Cardinal Ross of the Dark Vatican be your son! You clearly have a wife!"

  Cynthia could already see the distortion in Kael's eyes, but she still bit her lip and, fueled by alcohol, refused to back down. "Do you know how heartbroken I was when I heard this news?! You have no idea! You're a heartless bastard! You deceived my emotions! I'm not even an adult yet and you cheated me!"

  Her nonsense almost made Kael's empty fist want to clench, but he was still helping her heal, and no flames came out.

  "Shut up! I have no son!" He could only weakly and fiercely shout at her.

  Nothing?

  Cynthia's tears stopped more than half, this sentence was better than any comfort.

  Did she really fool Ross? But these two people are really alike.

  Her accusing gaze gradually turned puzzled, with a nasal tone and sobbing, "Then why? I've seen Ross's face, those red eyes are exactly the same as yours."

  "He merely happened to drink my blood." Caius replied impatiently. "That thing will at most let him live for 300 years, he should be dead by then."

  So she doesn't need to worry about it at all.

  "Don't you have a wife?" Cynthia let out a breath of relief, her tense body relaxing.

  "No!" Kael's voice was like he had bitten through his own teeth, clearly at the end of his patience with her nonsense.

  Cynthia: "I don't care about my own face!"

  Author: "Disfigured in the Next Episode"

  Cynthia (whetting her knife): "I know your home address."

  " Forget it, forget it..."

  (End of chapter)