The Rhyme of the Depositary

043 - SEASON 2

Alice bit her lips. He looked at Violin with renewed shock. His eyes light dimmed. There is suffering and helplessness.

Alice should have expected all this. Violin is a very sensitive person in all conditions. It was impossible for Alice to lie to him.

Perhaps, Klayver could still cover all of Violin. But Alice was not. His ability to perform and hide expressions was extremely poor. Klayver once said Alice's feelings were like a book anyone could read.

"Our marriage happened because of an agreement. Say, we have a symbiotic mutualism. But I never had any ill intentions of destroying Klayver or anything. Trust me, Violin. I'm not the enemy in the blanket."

Alice chose to be honest and reassuring to her in-laws. It would be foolish if he continued to pretend that everything was fine and continued the charade. He doesn't want to continue to oppose Violin.

"I thought so." Violin breathed heavily.

From the beginning, Alice's persona had been a question for Violin. That woman is too different from Klayver. She has above average physical beauty. His attitude is under control like an arsiktokrat. Alice exudes natural tenderness as a woman and absolute loyalty as a wife.

Klayver is the opposite of Alice. The character is hard, dominant, high-go, and has a dark personality. It is not impossible for Klayver to have a beautiful woman because he is also a target man. But if the woman is also equipped with perfect characteristics and the beauty of angelic character, all that is difficult to put reason.

Life will carry a person on the same stream. Thieves will also meet a thief. The killer will come into contact with the killer as well. The mafia will meet with fellow mafia as well.

Devils and angels like Klayver and Violin are a very rare possibility to be found naturally. Unless Violin has a dark side or Klayver has a speck of light.

Violin concluded there was a secret in their marriage. I don't know what it is, it leads to togetherness.

"Do you hate me, Violin?" alice asked a little scared. Honestly, he didn't really want to fish for anything that might make Violin angry. The woman is very complex. Just a little mispronounced, it could arouse his frightening emotions.

"hate? How could I hate a woman like you?" Violin asked back.

If she could, she hoped Alice would be a daughter-in-law forever. It's very difficult to have a woman like Violin. Klayver's crazy if he doesn't keep a perfect wife like Alice.

"I thought you'd hate me." Alice was relieved. At the very least, Violin was mature enough to accept this reality.

"No. After all, you're still my son-in-law. Alice, if one day you find trouble, whatever it is, you can come to me. This house is always wide open for you. To me, you are like my daughter. I hope your relationship with Klayver will work. But if all that fails, you still have the Liecester family." Violin said sincerely.

Next to Violin's hand squeezed Alice's fingers and smiled motherly. Alice has a fragile side. This side has awakened the particular possessiveness of the Violin. He did not want the harsh world to severely injure Alice.

Hearing Violin's words, Alice squeezed her in-laws' hands back and gave a small smile. He had long felt no parental affection. Being protected and accepted like this made his heart warm up.

The bad preconceptions about Violin that Alice formed in her heart began to diminish. This woman was apparently harboring tenderness. He was not always rude and harsh. The motherly side can come out naturally to provide protection.

"Thank you." Unknowingly, the corner of Alice's eyes drained clear water. He looked at Violin with a faint little smile.

"Don't cry. You've become a Liecester. Our family is very strong and does not let tears fall. Be strong, Alice!" Violin patted Alice's shoulder firmly.

"I'll be strong. I promise, Violin. I promise."

"good. I love your spirit."

Violin stood up and took Alice back down. Inwardly, Violin planned to let this condition go first. It is not time for him to interfere.

…

Tonight, Maxen and Rachel are sitting in the living room spending some time together. Their eyes show happiness. Love has brought them together in an extraordinary way.

"I never thought you'd finally love me." Maxen looked at his wife's gentle face. Her blond hair was like the mane of an angel who descended from heaven.

Rachel slid into Maxen's arms and enjoyed her husband's distinctive scent. The woman's smile warmed.

"Life is never known what it will end like. Every thing has its own way." Rachel said softly. She stared at her husband's masculine face and peeked at his newly overgrown jaw.

"I'm happy to have you. I thought I'd loved you long enough."

"Oh yeah?" Rachel raised one eyebrow, in disbelief.

Maxen chuckles small. She remembers seeing Rachel being introduced by Harry a few years ago. Upon seeing, Maxen had a strange emotion overflowing.

Foreign desires began to form from the first moment he stared at Rachel's innocent face. Back then he had a pent-up desire to own and claim Rachel as his own.

A pretty strange feeling indeed. But that's what happened. Upon learning that Harry had intended to propose to her, Maxen becomes deeply resentful.

His anger suddenly appeared. He did not want another man, even his own sister had the woman. At the time, she didn't even know Rachel deeply enough.

To deal with her abnormal emotions, Maxen covered her up by being antipathetic towards Rachel. He walked away, dropped Rachel's name, said she didn't deserve to be in the Millian family and blah blah blah. All the superficial excuses he could concoct.

All his actions provoked other families. After all, Maxen had become the head of the family. His words were heard by many. His actions when cornering Rachel made the others also antipathy.

Until then when Harry suddenly said to marry her, all members of the Millian family were stirred. They had already followed Maxen's opinion and tried to deny Rachel's existence.

All of that made Maxen think again. His attitude was never logical as far as Rachel. She hated it for a silly reason she didn't understand. Just because Maxen can't have it whole.

Maxen gathers all the family together and asks them not to be subjective towards Rachel. After all, if Harry was serious enough to marry her, they would all have to take Rachel well.

Again, the Millian family listened to his word. Especially Alana, Harry's mother. She starts to accept Rachel and is nice.

Higga then the tragedy happened. For no apparent reason, Harry leaves Rachel before the wedding begins.

Either the man was crazy, or stupid enough to leave a jewel at the very last moment. Maxen's brain spins fast and turns things around so he takes the opportunity as a way for her to have Rachel.

On the grounds of the family's good name and so on, Maxen encourages Rachel to marry him and says all that for a while.

Inwardly, Maxen promises with this little time he can get Rachel to bond with him and no longer turn away.

As she had started to give up due to Rachel's unconquerable attitude, she was startled by the foreign reaction Rachel gave her.

In fact, unexpectedly, the woman was willing to look at him and give him something that he previously thought was impossible. It's love.

How could Maxen not be grateful for this reality? God is doing wonders. Her woman, the only person she wanted, now loved her.

"Rachel, I'm so lucky to have you. I hope our marriage will last forever." Maxen stroked the top of his wife's head and kissed her slowly.

"really. I like a long marriage. I want to have many children. In the past, my ideals had a house crowded with children." Rachel leaned against the chest of Maxen's field, her eyes starting to sparkle imagining things.

Rachel felt something was amiss as Maxen only went silent for a long time without responding to a single word. He glanced at Maxen, surprised to see his dark facial water.

"What's wrong? You don't like kids?" rachel asked not to understand.

Maxen stared intensely at Rachel.

"Rachelorette. Harry's right. I have a very dark side. I just hope .. You can still stand by my side until the end. Even if you know all the bad I have." Maxen said seriously.

Maxen has long been drowning in darkness. He was friends with the devil. Light is something he has not seen for a long time. Hoping that if one day Rachel found out who she really was, that woman was strong enough to hold on to her side.

"Maxen, everyone always has his own dark side. I don't want to force you to take all that away from you. I just hope you believe that not forever darkness will rule you. There's always a speck of light to lead you home."

Maxen laughed a little. In his heart, he had great worries regarding this all. Rachel is a good woman. His ability is not strong enough to accept himself as a whole.

…

Elsewhere, inside the headquarters where William organized his organization, he was talking to someone.

"William, what if I have a clue who actually killed Anson?" harry asked, sitting not far from William's side.

The old man stared intently, surprised by what Harry had revealed.

Anson's death was something that was covered with great force by many parties.Although William suspected many people, he still could not take concrete certainty about who was behind it all. Everything is too neat. Taking this case down is very complicated.

William had not yet responded to Harry's information, his phone vibrating. He took the small object out of the back pants pocket and frowned in surprise when he saw the name seen on the main screen. Clayvers.

"Hello, Mister?" William answered the call.

"William, tonight I'm going to Manhattan. Can you get your organization ready to discuss a case?"

"Good, Sir. I'll collect them all." William answered convincingly.

"Sorry, Sir. If you may know, what's the topic tonight?"

"I'd like to take steps to convince myself of who Anson's killer is."

"Oh, you've suspected someone?" william was a little surprised. He looked at Harry who was at the side, wondering inwardly whether their information was intertwined.

"Yes. I suspect someone."

"Who is that guy?" William clenched his cell phone which was in his grasp.

"Maxen Milliam's. Rachel's husband, Alice's friend."

William turned his head back to Harry and threw a question.

"You have a lead on Anson's killer? If I may know? Who did that lead to?" William wants to make sure.

Harry sighed heavily and said sure. " Maxen Millian, my own brother."

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