BL, MTL | The Squeamish Beauty is Mistaken for a Heartthrob

Chapter 32: Pressed against the wall

Just when Lin Yuxing was scared, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the attic, which was very abrupt in the empty attic.

A few days ago, Swinburne went after Bartholomew. Bartholomew was cunning and led him around the town, and Swinburne realized something was wrong——

Tune the tiger away from the mountain.

But it was too late.

When he came back, the castle was completely controlled by the two of them. The housekeeper announced that his wife had died of illness.

But Swinburne searched and found that the coffin was no more than a cover.

Lin Yuxing was nowhere to be seen in the castle.

Only here, Swinburne looked cold and stared at the iron door with his gray-blue eyes, completely blocked.

Very weird.

Lin Yuxing is eighty percent inside.

Thinking of Lin Yuxing being imprisoned by two people with evil intentions and not knowing what they would do to him, Swinburne's always cold and self-possessed heart became inexplicably irritable.

The gray-blue eyes became colder and deeper, like the boundless deep sea.

In the attic

Bartholomew turned his head, glanced at the iron door, and stroked Lin Yuxing's neck meaningfully with his fingers.

There is a kiss mark on the back of the young man's neck, which is very conspicuous on the delicate and tender skin. It was kissed while he was sleeping. In addition, he was wearing a black lace belt, which made his slender neck look cold and white, pure and lustful.

The man's eyes darkened, "Madam, your savior is here."

At such a sensitive time, the only person who appeared outside the attic could be Swinburne.

Lin Yuxing's body trembled when he touched him, and rational tears could not help but appear in his eyes, like a fragile butterfly being bound.

He also thought of this, but it was too late to be happy.

Bartholomew is cold-blooded and paranoid, and is good at controlling the overall situation. Everything in the castle was under his and Bertram's control.

The feeling of powerlessness made all the blood in his body seem to be frozen, and a heavy fear surged into his heart.

"What's wrong? Madam, isn't she happy?"

"Are you unwilling to leave with him?"

Bartholomew's question was very cunning, and Lin Yuxing had no way of answering it.

The long fingers with distinct knuckles are wrapped around a black lace band, giving them a sense of abstinence and sexiness. Bartholomew tied a beautiful bow slowly and picked up Lin Yuxing as if he was holding a gift from God.

"Baby, if you don't answer, you didn't hear clearly? Then I'll take you behind the door to listen."

His tone was loving, as if he was unconditionally indulging a rambunctious little lover. However, Lin Yuxing saw the tangible malice behind it, widened his eyes in horror, and kicked his legs to get free.