Things have changed, just like the rolling sea water, the ebb and flow of the tide.

The last sigh-worthy thing of this winter is...

Chris Hillal and Saint Nasha, under the witness of God, became husband and wife.

There were cheers and scolds, but no one could change it. With the support of Count Guaguis and the Temple of Light, Chris firmly sat on the position of Count Hillal. And Nasha, naturally, became the Countess of Hillal.

On this day, Chris was dressed more luxuriously than ever. He stood in front of the huge castle of Hillal, with a faint smile on his lips.

- This place is finally Chris's.

He fulfilled his promise to Qi Yan. Spring is about to come, and he can see the dazzling light blue again.

Clay's expression at this moment was intoxicated, as if he was looking at a perfect sculpture, although the castle had been lived in for many years, the exterior was old, but the interior was luxurious.

"Clay! You little beast!"

Ugly insults came from the carriage behind him, Clay didn't take it seriously, he had heard this word since he could remember.

Turning around gracefully, Clay was helped into the carriage by the new butler, looking at his eldest brother Tom who was tied up, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"I'm a beast, then what are you?" Chris sneered: "You lost to a 'beast' like me."

Tom's already cunning eyes narrowed, and his face twisted with anger: "How long do you think you can be proud? Humph! Can you get everything by marrying a saint? Don't dream! Go to hell!"

Chris played with the ring on his thumb nonchalantly, his expression calm: "Brother's mouth really hasn't changed at all, it's still so stinky."

"Ha! Little beast! Who are you showing this to? Those supporters of yours? Ha, let me think, who are they..." Tom suddenly widened his eyes and raised an innocent but extremely presumptuous smile.

"If I, your brother, remember correctly, you have a mermaid friend... what's his name?"

Chris's expressionless face finally changed. He quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed Tom's neck, gradually exerting force, his eyes flashing with an indifferent light, and his face covered with a layer of slight anger.

"You." His voice was as cold as falling into an ice cellar: "What did you do?"

Tom's face became redder and redder, his veins bulged, and his eyes became dizzy, but he still laughed fearlessly and said, "Guess..."

Chris's hand became more and more powerful, and Tom rolled his eyes, as if he would die in the next second.

At this time, the butler suddenly rushed up to stop Clay, pried his hands apart, and advised: "Mr. Earl, if you kill him now, you will be criticized!"

Yes, it was expected that sending Tom and other brothers to the wilderness was also to avoid being criticized. If he killed his father and brother just after taking the position of earl, he would inevitably be criticized by the people.

Clay let go of his hand, took the handkerchief beside him and wiped it, looking at Tom who was coughing as if he was looking at a dead object.

"No need to send him away, brother Tom was very good to me before." After saying that, he chuckled: "Now that I am sitting on the position of earl, naturally I have to share happiness and difficulties."

No one knows what Tom's final fate will be, including the butler. But the butler knows that the countess is not majestic at all in the castle.

The butler had seen more than once the bitterness behind the Countess's brilliance, as well as the Earl's indifference and ruthlessness.

Although they were husband and wife, they never slept together, and they didn't even live in the same room. They didn't eat together, and they never talked.

The butler followed Chris, and when he saw Nasha coming towards him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Chris." Nasha called him, her expression not looking very good: "I want to talk to you alone."

Chris looked at her indifferently, as if he was not looking at his wife, but another strange woman: "There's nothing to talk about."

After that, he was about to bypass her.

Nasha could no longer hold back her dignity. She gritted her teeth, turned around and glared at Chris fiercely: "So you are just using me?!"

This sentence successfully stopped Chris. Chris saw the butler's puzzled expression from the corner of his eye, and his brows knitted deeply.

"Send the documents to the study." After saying this to the butler, Chris's gloomy eyes fell on Nasha's unwilling face: "Come with me."

Finally, Nasha got the opportunity to be alone. She gathered her hair and followed him arrogantly.

Coming to a small garden behind the castle, Chris sat on a chair in the stone pavilion and looked at Nasha with a mocking look: "What? Are you starting to feel lonely?"

Nasha's face froze at the hurtful words, but she quickly recovered: "Chris, you and I are husband and wife, and we are to support each other until we grow old." She walked up the stone steps gracefully and sat next to Chris. Her jade-white hand stroked Chris's thin face: "Look at you, you've lost weight from working so non-stop."

Chris avoided her touch without hesitation and snorted: "Just say whatever you want to say."

"You know, Chris, I'm a woman." Nasha's brows were filled with sadness: "If I marry you, I will give you my body and mind, but... please don't ignore me, okay? In addition to cooperation, we can also promote love."

"Because you feel that cooperation is not feasible, you really start to think about the position of 'Countess'?"

Chris chuckled and said these words mercilessly.

Nasha's face turned pale. She has been respected since she was a child, but she has never been said so badly!

"Chris! I hope we can talk calmly!"

"Give it up." Chris waved his hand: "The position of Countess will not be yours."

"Chris!" Nasha's dignified look finally collapsed. She shouted to Chris: "You and I have become husband and wife under the witness of God. This is a fact that cannot be changed!"

Nasha didn't understand. From the beginning to the end, she knew too little about this man, but apart from his status as a bastard, he was really attractive.

When they first met as children, Nasha developed a strong interest in this man. As she grew up, he really did not disappoint her. Cooperation is just a matter of mutual gain. Chris needs the Holy Temple of Light to consolidate his identity, so why doesn't she need a man from a noble family to maintain her image in the outside world?

——The title of Countess is really too attractive.

"Chris, put everything aside, you will find that I am the most suitable woman for you."

Nasha's behavior and upbringing are irreplaceable. She has been regarded as a saint since she was a child and has received the most perfect etiquette and upbringing. No matter how wrong everyone is, she is not wrong.

How could she accept that such a brilliant person like her was treated as nothing by this man?