Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 145 Then I can try to change

Claire forced herself to calm down. She knew that he was not to blame for this. The two of them grew up in different living environments since they were young, and the education they received was essentially different.

Cassius didn't understand the essential difference between a wife and a man's accessory at all. He just thought that given her this level of identity, she wouldn't think about running away.

She didn't know how much of his love was mixed behind this layer of identity.

"Cassius" Claire pursed her lips and took a deep breath, "I hope you don't treat me as an object, I hope you can face me like you face Mrs. Laura, I want enough Respect, enough choice."

"Marriage is not a means for you to possess me in disguise. That's not what I desire."

Seeing that he was still staring at her with a sullen face and indifference, the storm gradually gathering in his eyes indicated that the state was developing in a bad direction.

She was always afraid of him like this, and when people panic, they can talk at random. She began to speak incoherently, trying to use the simplest analogy to express the best effect, "For example, I can freely choose which time to have sex with you , I can freely choose the location, pose and stop time.”

"For example, when I go shopping in a fixed supermarket, you can kindly help me carry my shopping bags instead of standing still like a pillar."

"You can treat me like a real gentleman, that's what I expect."

Losing her freedom again was the only thing she could no longer make concessions to. She couldn't let herself live in the limited range of activities as before.

With some small movements of her body, some of the milk that started to cool in her hands spilled out of the cup, and the milky white liquid stained Cassius' military uniform, Claire's voice stopped abruptly, and the tone became weak in an instant An apology from Mosquito.

She lowered her eyes, looking helpless, while the man in front of her took the cup in her hand and put it aside, followed by a chuckle from above her head.

"it is good."

Claire looked up at him suddenly.

Cassius said in a low voice: "You don't belong to this era. If using its methods on you will only make you leave, then I can try to change."

His gentle eyes and soft smile without a trace of sarcasm made her heart start to beat like thunder. It is an indisputable fact that he can always make her heart beat no matter what time of day it is.

"But there's one thing." His eyes were meaningful. "I decide how long to make love, and you know it's out of my control."

Claire suspects that he simply doesn't understand what is really at the heart of her metaphors.

She skimmed the subject and only asked the last question, "You will set me free after you die. Why did you say that last night? Is there going to be a war soon?"

After her freedom was cut off by him, she only had this question left.

Cassius didn't answer her, he just held her face and kissed it, until she lost the strength to limp in his arms, then he picked up a nutrient solution from the dinner plate and handed it to her mouth, "You Always safe."

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It had been three days since he returned to the empire, and Cassius still had a lot of things to deal with, so Claire was sent home early.

What she didn't expect was that Cyril was also there. He didn't enter the house, but just sat in the car and waved to her across the street a few meters away, as if he was deliberately waiting for her.

"Jones, you wait here for me."

Claire walked over, pulled away Cyril's car and bent over to get in.

"I'm glad to see you intact again." He moved to the side to make room for her.

Claire slammed the car door, turned sideways and asked him impatiently, "What does Hope have to do with you? The cargo ship can't leave the port without your permission. Are your subordinates a traitor or are you a traitor?"

"What do you think, Claire?" Cyril stared at her with a smile, and didn't show any panic in the face of her questioning.

Claire looked at him for a while, then said sharply, "You are helping Hope."

"Why? As the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, why do you help Hope?" She couldn't figure out that as a nobleman, he would help a group of innocent women.

"It's a long story." Cyril looked at her, "I'm glad you made the sacrifice, otherwise that guy Cassius really planned to kill everyone."

"Do you still want to leave? I can help you again and only let you go alone." He patted her head with a tone of coaxing a little girl.

Claire stared intently, "No, I don't think about it for now."

"You and Cassius are in love?"

"Is there going to be a war?" She answered irrelevantly.

"He didn't tell you?" Cyril's smile deepened, "Then I can't say, I just came to see if you are safe."

He's working with Cassius but has a connection to Hope, leaving her confused about where he really stands.

Just when Claire was about to get out of the car and leave without any valid information, Cyril behind him suddenly said: "Hope has been trying to save this deformed society and the bad problems of racial antagonism."

Clay was standing outside the car, turned and asked after being aroused by him, "What is it?"

"Time travel."

Claire froze in place, "What did you say?"

"I got an internal message from Hope that you came from 5000 years ago?" Cyril smiled and said, "It seems that their experiment has not failed, and after solving the urgent matter, Claire, you still have a chance to go home. "

Without giving her another chance to ask questions, the car in front of her closed the windows and drove away.

Sure enough, she came here artificially, and Hope is the so-called safe zone, she still has a chance to go home
Claire moved anxiously and walked towards the opposite side.

"Claire, what did Counselor Cyril say?" Jones walked to her side and noticed that she was in a bad mood.

"It's nothing, I just said that it's a good thing I'm back." Claire suppressed her thoughts.

Back here after two months, everything is still the same.

There is still a piece of gingham pressed on the grand piano by the entrance, and her pair of white leather shoes of the same color are still placed in the cabinet in the entrance, but there is no Elsa's.

Martina rushed over and hugged her, excitedly said: "You are back, thank God you are finally back."

Claire patted her on the back, "I'm back."

"Elsa is dead, and Mrs. Laura has agreed not to interfere in your marriage." Martina happily welcomed her into the living room, "What kind of wedding dress do you like? Commander has read a lot of brochures in the past two months." .”

"No, wait." Claire was a little confused, "Madam Laura agrees?"

"Ever since the commander shot Elsa in front of her last time, she has stopped meddling in anything." Martina explained, "Mrs. Not as good as it says."

　To be honest, don't hate Cassius, he is really good~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)