With an embarrassed look on her face, Wanda sat down at the dining table under the guidance of the maid and greeted the witches.
The gorgeous carpets are soft, exquisite bust sculptures are placed on the table, colorful paintings and tapestries are hung all over the walls, and precious porcelain and wine cabinets stand on the other side of the room. The window glass is as clean as if it were there, the dark brown wooden floor is smooth and bright, and the dark red curtains are neatly tied aside. Everything is sparkling, and anyone can see that people have gone to great lengths to maintain it all. Wanda can confirm that Salomon is passionate about the Baroque style.
The witches, who were only wearing thin nightgowns, leaned lazily on the high-backed chairs next to the dining table. Their flawless white long legs were stretched out at will, their belts were tied up at will, and their necklines revealed their perfect figures. Obviously, they only wore this one piece of clothing, which put a lot of pressure on Wanda, who was dressed in the same outfit, and she covered her body tightly. There were few people in the world who could still remain calm when faced with the witch's beauty in person, especially when she was wearing a sexy nightgown of the same style and pattern. Wanda felt like she was almost on fire. She just wanted to hide her face behind the big plate carried by the maid, so as not to continue to be embarrassed by such a different comparison - she felt that her nails were messy, her lips were chapped, and her fingers had lost their slenderness and smoothness due to years of hard work. She felt her teeth were flat, her nose bridge was too high, and her eyes were too small.
The polished oak table reflected her flushed cheeks and closed eyes.
"How was your rest last night?" Bayonetta suddenly asked her, and Wanda was so surprised that she almost overturned the hot coffee in her hand. She found that the dark-haired woman in a black silk nightgown was looking at her with a smile, while her teacher sat in the chair and said nothing, only cutting the meat on the plate, as if that woman was in charge.
She gritted her teeth and barely plucked up the courage to answer.
"Very well, thank you for your concern." She then realized that her throat was trembling.
The nightgown she wore matched the color of her hair perfectly, as if she had prepared it carefully. The nightgown was embroidered with a darker red pattern, while the black-haired woman's nightgown was embroidered with gold thread roses, and the white-haired woman's nightgown was embroidered with silver thread. Bayonetta winked at Joan of Arc, and what she wanted to express was obvious: This cute Slavic girl has the wrong figure to prevent Salomon from stealing.
Jeanne rolled her eyes, and then tried to kick the mystic with her toes as she lowered her head to chop the meat.
"Her rival, dear." Salomon reluctantly placed the cutlery and grabbed Joan's ankle to prevent her from knocking over the plate and letting the sauce drip onto the carpet. The white-haired witch didn't even have the intention of struggling. She lay down on the high-backed chair, her face flushed, and her hands were groping for her pistol. However, she only touched one furry thing, and the Cheshire Cat howled all over the place, accusing the witch of interrupting its meal. Dinah silently put Joan's weapon away and then locked it noticeably. Bayonetta blinked at her, her eyes approving.
Joan picked up the Cheshire Cat and threw it at Salomon.
The dinner plate was accidentally knocked over, and the originally clean and tidy cat was covered in sauce. The Cheshire Cat seemed unable to take the insult and barked loudly until Dinah stuffed a cat treat into his mouth and twisted him towards the bathroom. The Cheshire Cat was quiet for a while, but then the cat's loud meowing came from the corridor again, and it finally discovered its fate of leaving the bath - it had already been bathed yesterday. It protested to Dinah and stopped flapping with its four short legs. However, the maid's fingers were like iron pliers, firmly grasping the skin of the back of its neck.
"The owner will like the beef juice-flavored cat." Dinah expressed her verdict to the Cheshire Cat. It wasn't until she closed the bathroom door that the Cheshire Cat's meow disappeared completely.
"Really?" The black-haired witch glanced at Jeanne, and then never mentioned the matter again. She smelled a very ambiguous smell of hormones, and Joan of Arc's performance proved that she was the master of hormones. Bayonetta turned to talk about some things in life to divert Wanda's attention, leaving Jeanne's cheeks red and overwhelmed.
Wanda gradually relaxed, the experience of last night bothering her again.
The witch's charm can conquer both men and women, and Wanda can avoid being melted by Bayonetta who pretends to be gentle. They whispered happily for a while. "perhaps
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You should have a look in the cloakroom, there are also some jewelry, one of them will definitely suit you. "The black-haired witch sent an invitation, "If you mind, we will come to pick up the previously ordered clothes in an hour. Well, let us introduce the best designer. I believe that Salomon must have made some mistakes in this aspect. He has a stupid head and can completely take care of girls. We should take care of ourselves and don't expect men to figure it out. "
"My dear, this is such a prejudice." Salomon said dryly, "He is also quite accomplished in the art of jewelry."
"It can be thought that a boy who is full of magic and work can understand what women need. Compared with jewelry, perhaps the appreciation of jewelry designers is more important." Bayonetta pointed to the mystic mage with the croissant. She narrowed her eyes, hiding the danger in her gray eyes, "Maybe we need to give it some time?"
"Willing to wear the ring, my dear."
"You can propose."
"I know, but I'm still willing." Salomon stretched out his left hand, showing an iron-gray tail ring, "Maybe I can wear two rings on one finger, I want to try it."
Wanda felt that her throat was tight, and the passion and tenderness radiating from the witch's body made her almost breathless. Even the shopping trip and SPA arranged by Bayonetta could not relieve this feeling. No matter from any angle, the witch was more powerful than she, a girl from Slavic country, could feel. She felt so deep in despair that she even burst into tears.
She returned to her manor in Oxfordshire and rode horses with the witches.
It is said that before long, the Witch and Salomon will move to Oxfordshire and stay away from New York completely. Even though they now live in a high-end apartment in Manhattan, they are still quite satisfied with their surrounding environment. Salomon even regards New York as a big cesspool. Compared to the purchased estate, New York is as bad as described.
There are gardens, a horse farm and a dock, as well as a private forest and forest glade. When the weather is clear, the sun will shine like raindrops. You can ride horses through the forest on a sunny morning and listen to the singing of various birds. Horses gallop on the carefully maintained lawns. After the sun is a little stronger, you can return to the manor to have breakfast, and then leisurely waste the whole morning until you get up from a nap. At noon, we can drive a small boat and sail on the Thames from the dock until dusk. Or you can take a stroll in the garden, enjoy a snack under the umbrella, and then sunbathe while the temperature is suitable.
Salomon squandered worldly money as frivolously as if the pair were worth as much as a piece of paper to wipe their ass.
"Would you like to eat at the restaurant Salomon bought, Wanda." The witch took the witch's arm familiarly, which made the two people more comfortable with the height difference. Wanda forced a smile and agreed to Bayonetta's suggestion.
"Where are we?"
"Moscow."
Chapter 685 The Life of the Rich (Second Update)
