Chapter 332 Method of Punishment
The next morning, Della went to Maggie's room angrily, intending to have a good talk with him about the topic of trust. However, even though she had a thousand thoughts in her mind, she did not lose her politeness and still raised her hand to knock on the door first.
But just as she raised her hand, the slight yet unignorable sound of the lock core turning was heard.
Remember how Maggie usually treated the door lock as a decoration?
When this door lock was used, something probably happened.
In a flash, Della anticipated something, and then the door opened. Della raised her hands and looked at Maria Holt. She watched the blue eyes open wider and wider in front of her.
"Miss Riddle!" Maria shouted in panic. After opening her mouth two or three times and realizing that she couldn't say anything at all, she said "I'm sorry" with a red face and ran away as she spoke.
Sorry for what?
Della didn't understand. She put her hands down, a little speechless. Twice, two women. Maggie really respected women as he said.
"Is she one of the 'Duoduo' you developed?" Della asked as she closed the door. She looked at Maggie, who was neatly dressed and making tea for the two of them at the coffee table. "Are you teaching me your philosophy through your own actions?"
"The answer is 'no' and 'no'," Maggie looked lonely for some reason. He poured the tea, raised his hand to signal Della to sit down, and sighed, "There is no such thing as separation if there is no affection. Besides, the one you met last time didn't start a relationship breakup, and I'm not so tacky as to elevate physical relationships to emotional levels, so I don't mean to set an example for you in this matter."
"But it happened twice in total, and you happened to see it each time." Maggie looked at Della who was sitting opposite him and shook her head in confusion. "This is a coincidence that I'm curious about too."
"Forget about last time, but did you really not expect me to come to you this morning?" Della picked up the teacup, raised her eyes, and looked at Maggie intimidatingly, "Trev Ewing, the dog who was so loyal to you that he played tricks on me, should have let you know the progress of the plan."
She was rude in her words and did not spare her criticism of Maggie in her heart.
Della understood Maggie's two "no" answers. He only defined them as two unstable physical relationships. The premise of not developing intimate relationships with others was to make a commitment or establish a contract.
In other words, as long as she doesn't say it, Maggie assumes that she is not in a relationship that requires responsibility, and then enjoys the pleasure of sex with peace of mind.
So, if this kind of person with a bad character who likes to take advantage of loopholes really falls into a contractual relationship where he needs to be responsible, will he not betray as he said?
Well, that depends on his conscience.
"Oh, by the way, I have to say this," Della thought for a while, but couldn't help but change the subject to mock him, "You said that you didn't teach me your ideas by example, but you did set an example for me of a bad man. You did a good job in making me see the bad nature of men more clearly."
"Then, does that make you disappointed in the childish guy?" Maggie wasn't ashamed at all. He looked at Della, then calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Wow, you are so hopeless that you still want to compare yourself with others," Della rolled her eyes, "Compared to you, there are good men everywhere."
"Then I really have to behave myself," Maggie hissed in agreement. He kept looking at Della, his originally melancholy eyes tinged with smiles. "But this time, I actually went on a few dates with Maria, had tea with her a few times, and patiently listened to her talk about all sorts of trivial matters related to friends and clothes. After enduring a few times, I admired you very much. How could you endure Draco, who was also empty-headed, for so long?"
"I'd rather hold you responsible than me," Della said. "Haven't you already given me your answer to the question of what you find intolerable?"
No feelings.
Maggie thought of this and raised one eyebrow slightly, surprised and unhappy that Della admitted her feelings for Draco so readily this time.
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." No matter how unhappy she was, Maggie still took the initiative to change the subject back to Della's accusation against him. "It's my fault for being heartless and disloyal. It's my fault for Lucius Malfoy not knowing what's good for him. It's even more my fault for Trevor Ewing's self-willed behavior."
"Very good, I'm listening," Della gradually got used to Maggie's rogue look, "tell your story in detail and confess sincerely."
"Then, let's start with Lucius. I don't have the habit of keeping his letters, so," Maggie flicked her wand at her temple, and her thoughts filled with memories floated in front of Della, "I admit that I was a little misleading, but I didn't force it."
And there was no comparison with her.
Della read through the memory quickly and found that every time the name "Della" was mentioned, it was used by Maggie to introduce herself as "Della's brother". Apart from this description, she did not appear anywhere else in the letter.
This was most likely intentional on Maggie's part, but it did make Lucius's choice even more his own.
"It doesn't matter what made him do this. What matters is that he chose to do this, right?" Maggie leaned forward, lazily resting his face on his supported hands, repeating the result he knew last night - Lucius was finished with Della.
"And I really need to find a way to punish you." Della did not refute Maggie, but just said this coldly.
"Don't doubt it. Your cold words are the sharpest knife stabbing at me." Maggie blinked and laughed again. "Secondly, Trevor, although I am the beneficiary, I still want to say that it is unfair. He played a trick on you and also played a trick on me."
"Why aren't you providing memories this time?" Della asked.
"Because I have a feeling that my cheerful attitude will make you stab me with a sharper knife," Maggie looked at Della sincerely, "so, for the sake of our harmonious relationship, let's forget it."
"You should know that your nonchalant attitude when you explained was also a manifestation of your willfulness, right?" Della frowned slightly. She realized that this was a problem that had to be solved. "To this day, your willfulness has almost exhausted my patience."
"But we can't live without each other, right?" Maggie sat up straight again. He looked at Della and said in a rare erratic voice, "As long as we don't separate, you can punish me in any way you want, Della."
Maggie actually gave the best retort. Della only needed to say, "Next time you do this, we'll break up," to really stab the knife into Maggie's heart and achieve her goal of regulating Maggie's behavior.
Della thought of this, but she couldn't say it.
Separation from Maggie was something she had never considered.
That was her snake, her family, the companion in the world whose personality was most similar to hers.
If they separate, it won't be a punishment for Maggie, but a punishment for herself.
Della didn't want to give an answer on that topic, so she used Maggie's loneliness and vulnerability to change the subject, "What's wrong with you? You don't seem to be in the right mood."
"Last night, Maria almost died, literally died," Maggie said, his words devoid of emotion, and it was obvious that he didn't care whether the girl lived or died, "because I couldn't help biting her, and the venom was injected subconsciously."
Unlike Sadolin whose body was cut open and reassembled, Maggie relied on constantly giving himself hints to cooperate with the manifestation to transform his body from snake to human, so his venom glands were not removed by Della like Sadolin's, and he did not choose to discard this small weapon.
The last person to die from his venom was Ximena.
After that, the concept of Maggie endured a long period of loneliness and guilt.
That bite last night brought out all the long-accumulated emotions in Maggie's heart in the form of fear.
If Della breaks up with him...
Maggie has always been so hostile to Draco, partly because he is a fool, but the bigger reason, which he has never wanted to think deeply about, is that he is afraid that Della will choose to die for that fool one day.
It's unimaginable and unacceptable.