Daemon turned back to look at Derila and couldn't help but frown.
Derila was wearing a short Whyte gown, as cute as a little elf, but all dressed too
simply.
On the contrary, Monica, wearing a grand champagne-coloured long gown, looked
noble and elegant.
Moreover, Monica's leg was injured and Derila had been helping her down the
stairs.
This looked as if Monica was the hostess and Derila was just an attendant.
"When did you come back?"
Derila greeted Daemon happily as soon as she helped Monica stand firm.
"A few minutes."
Daemon rubbed her hair, which was casually worn without even hairspray, looking
natural, but also lacking a bit of sophistication.
"Monica wants to go too, and I've promised to take her along." Derila told Daemon
straightforwardly, rather than seeking his opinion.
"It's fine if you want to go, change your clothes." Daemon glanced at Monica and gave
a wink to Harrison.
"Yes." Harrison immediately arranged, "Mylo, take Ms.Monica to change her clothes."
"Why am I…… again, " Mylo muttered in a small voice and walked quickly to Monica,
"Ms.Monica please."
"That's a nice dress, I picked it out for her." Derila felt it was superfluous, "To cover
her injured foot, and it looks quite nice on her."
Daemon didn't say anything and went out directly with his arm around her.
The two got into the car and it drove straight out, Derila hurriedly asked, "Wait a
minute, Monica hasn't got into the car yet."
"Miss Monica can just get into the car at the back." Harrison explained, "Ms.Feroma, are you
hungry? You can eat something first."
"Something to eat?" Derila's attention shifted at once.
"Snacks." Daemon dotingly rubbed her little head and took out a delicate box, opening
it. It was a box of beautiful pastries, still emitting a tempting fragrance.
"Wow, what is this?" Derila picked up a piece and tasted it, ecstatic, "Wow, it's
delicious, so delicious!"
"It's good if you like it." Daemon looked at her happy face and felt happy too.
"Mr.Lierger heard that a new pastry shop has opened in town, and knowing that you
like to eat, he went to buy it specially." Harrison smiled and explained, "The banquet tonight
is also."
"You're so full of nonsense." Daemon said and glared at Harrison.
Harrison hurriedly shut up, not daring to say more.
"What's wrong with tonight's banquet?"
"Nothing. We'll know when we arrive." Daemon wiped off the side of her mouth for her,
"Eat slowly, no one will grab it from you."
"Mm." Derila smiled and nodded, "It's delicious, try it!"
"I don't eat sweet things, you eat it." Daemon looked at her with a smile, "I'm happy to
watch you eat."
"Hee hee." Derila giggled at him and then continued eating.
Daemon just watched Derila quietly from the side, a doting smile tucked into his
lips.
Soon, the car reached its destination.
Derila finished half of the box of snacks, rubbed her small stomach, looked up and
looked outside, and couldn't help but freeze: "Is this the …… presidential palace?"
"Hmm." Daemon nodded, "Mr. President has hosted a banquet, you will see some old
friends and some new ones tonight."
"Uh…" Derila couldn't help but remember the last time she had attended a banquet
at Adams's house, there was always a sense of foreboding.
"Nothing bad should happen tonight." Daemon had already read her mind, "But you still
have to follow me closely and don't wander off, okay?"
"Oh." Derila nodded, "Monica is also here, she can protect me too."
"In future, if you have anything, discuss it with me first, don't take matters into your own
hands." Daemon reminded, "This kind of occasion, you shouldn't actually bring her
here."
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