Then, the rose in her hand began to have a wonderful change. Yes, it was becoming charming. The gorgeous and proud color was amazing.

    Joshua''s eyes were completely attracted by Davina''s actions.

    Davina handed the rose in her hand. "Hey, here you are."

    Joshua accepted Davina''s rose. He turned the second rose in his life in his hand and added carelessly, "well, you seem to have found your own way. Yes, Davina, we all know that you are a witch. Davina, you can''t violate your essence like me, can you?"

    Joshua''s words made Davina think.

    Then, a string of soft spells appeared in Davina''s mouth, like a slight soft wind. After the wind, all the withered roses in the whole flower bloom.

    In his eyes, there was a sea of red roses.

    Davina and Joshua smiled at each other.

    They succeeded!

    They succeeded, but their friends were not very good. Camille bought wine again. Father Kieran''s state was more and more worrying. However, Camille had no other way except to keep him all the time.

    Camille could only take out a glass of wine when she gasped a little. Camille held out her hand. She also touched the stimulating wine with her wounded fingers. Yes, Camille, her hands were shaking all the time.

    damn!!

    Camille''s eyes are red. What she is facing now is not her uncle who has always loved her, but a murderer who is eyeing her.

    blamed!!!

    As soon as Marcel appeared, he saw such a scene. Camille looked a little more embarrassed than before. It seemed that father Kieran had gradually lost control and pressed his voice. Marcel reluctantly asked, "Camille, are you okay?"

    Camille could only reply with a bitter smile, "it''s OK. I''m blue and purple. Come on, the word bruise is very strange, like wine. Yes, it sounds like wine!"

    Marcel gently removed the glass from Camille''s hand.

    His attitude is very firm, because he knows better than anyone that Camille needs is the power of firm support. Camille really doesn''t care about Marcel''s actions. She just giggled, "you''re a good friend, Marcel, you''re really my good friend!"

    Marcel felt a little bored when he saw this. He bored the rest of the wine in the glass, and his eyes were still wandering around, "so, is there any wine?"

    Camille turned around in a big T-shirt, then took a big bottle and smiled back to Marcel''s question, "no, you see, really No."

    Marcel took a small cup from the cupboard. He motioned Camille with his eyes. Since they were good friends, it was nothing for them to drink together.

    Camille had some confused reason and thought it was good, so they began to drink one cup for you and one for me.

    Until Camille had only the last bit of reason left.

    Marcel knew that Camille needed alcohol to sleep, so he didn''t say much. He just wanted her to go to bed, "well, my friend, you should lie down and sleep."

    Marcel half hugged Camille into the bedroom.