Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

"Smile a little. You can't bring them joy or happiness by keeping a straight face."

"It's hard for them to cheer up like this."

Theresa tried hard to make her face less stiff, but her smile still looked ugly.

"Well... if you really have no other choice, just keep smiling like that. They can probably see what's in your heart and might force themselves to cheer up to reassure you." Ciel nodded and commented.

"Um..." Theresa stopped smiling and looked at Charles blankly.

"What?" Charles asked as he helped her put her clothes in order.

"How did you get over the death of your partner?"

Putting on makeup is a very private matter. If Rocks wasn't a very good friend, he wouldn't do such a thing.

He also has a lot of sadness and secrets in his heart.

"It's very easy to get out of it. After all, everyone will have this day." Charles said calmly.

"Can you tell me how you felt at that time?" Theresa thought about it carefully. Apart from the information about Charles that her father gave her and her contact with him in life, she didn't seem to know much about Charles.

Feeling?

Charles thought about it.

It's a little complicated, but more of a laugh and a cry.

He is over seventy years old. Instead of finding a quiet place to start a family and live a stable life, he has to use his looks and fame to travel back and forth to entertainment venues in various countries, just like when he was young.

He refused to listen even after being told several times, and even tried to shut him up by using Charles's own plagiarized words, "Pick the flowers when they are in bloom, don't wait until there are no flowers left to pick."

He earned so much money that he didn't spend more on himself, and most of it was spent on his female friends.

Although he couldn't go far in the extraordinary world due to his lack of talent, at least the relationship between him and Charles prepared a lot of good things for him, but he gave them all away to his confidantes.

He was originally expected to live at least one or two hundred years, but he was ruined by his own "hard work".

But he probably won't regret his choice.

"It's a little complicated, a little regrettable, but more of it is peace. Death is not a terrible thing." Charles did not lie. Although they were friends, he had the ability to do something, but in the end he did nothing.

Because that was the other party's choice. In the final soul dialogue, he gave up on Charles resurrecting him and instead asked Charles to take care of his girlfriends. Finally, he said goodbye to Charles with a smile.

The names filling up the two notebooks diluted the last trace of sadness in Charles' heart.

It’s just a pity that he came here without fulfilling his promise to him.

But...why do I feel a little relieved inside?

Charles shook his head and suppressed some thoughts in his heart that did not belong to this era.

"No...death is a very scary thing." Theresa shook her head. "Death means you'll never see each other again, never hear their voice again, never see their face again."

"Nothing could be more terrifying than this."

Charles looked at Theresa. After he had tidied her up, she was almost the same as before. Then he slowly took Theresa's arm and walked out the door.

“As long as you have the other person in your heart, you can hear the other person’s voice and see the other person’s face at any time.”

"You're so open-minded..." Theresa whispered.

"Maybe it's because I've had a lot of experience." Charles said calmly.

He has been in this world for many years and has experienced many stories.

Theresa stopped talking and tried hard to practice smiling.

In just a few steps, the two of them arrived at the hall.

Apart from the servants and maids on duty, the hall was empty and no one else was there.

"Where are Eric and Brother William?" Theresa tried to appear calm.

"The two gentlemen have locked themselves in the room as before." A maid said tremblingly.

"Prepare breakfast." Charles said.

The other party glanced at Charles and Theresa, nodded quickly, and left.

"They're probably hungry too." Charles said, meeting Theresa's gaze.

"Besides...those people also need some backbone." Charles turned his gaze to the servant beside him.

Theresa was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"I'll go call my father and the others to eat."

This time, Charles did not follow them but sat quietly on the sofa waiting for their arrival.

But this time the waiting time was a little beyond Charles's expectations.

When breakfast was placed on the table, they still hadn't shown up, and Theresa hadn't come back either.

Ciel thought for a moment, then slowly stood up and walked towards their room upstairs.

As his figure approached Eric's room, he faintly heard some abusive voices.

"That's great! My sister has someone more important than her family to rely on. My brother has someone he loves to comfort him."

"But all my father and I have is our family!"

"Walked out? What do you mean by walked out?!"

"Does it mean I can move on from this by seeing you smiling and talking cheerfully like this, completely forgetting all the sadness and hatred like this!?"

"Go away! Get away from me!"

"I don't want to see you!"

Eric's voice pierced Theresa's heart like a sharp knife, but she still stood there and stared at him quietly.

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Chapter 165 Chapter 45 If you confess your feelings to me now...

Xia Shiraz paused and did not move forward.

In the corner, he calmly watched the two of them, or rather, his gaze was focused more on Theresa.

Facing Eric, who was so incompetent and furious that he could only vent his anger on those who cared about him, Charles felt very calm.

People are always like this: they are polite to strangers, but they tend to demand too much from those who really care about them.

Of course, those words were not what Eric really thought.

He was just blinded by hatred and resentment.

"A man from the Severus family shouldn't show this attitude." Theresa took a deep breath and looked at Eric, who had stopped cursing because he was at a loss for words.

But he said nothing, just stared at Theresa angrily.

"Is it impressive to vent your anger on your sister?"

"You don't think about how to accumulate strength, you don't think about how to maintain your family, you don't think about how to protect your family, but you act like this towards those who care about you."

"Is this the magnanimity you possess as a member of the Severus family?"

"If that's the case, please tell me directly."

"Even if you are such a loser, the Severus family will still protect you."

"Have the courage to devote yourself to reviving your family, seeking revenge, or protecting them. Or, cower under our wings like a turtle. It's your choice."

"I'm not here to let you vent your negative emotions, I'm just here to tell you my choice."

After finishing her words, Theresa turned around without hesitation and strode out the door.

Eric's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground crying weakly.

Every step Teresa took was extremely difficult. She wanted to stop, turn around and hug Eric to comfort him countless times, but in the end she still walked forward firmly.

The Severus children cannot be weak, especially at this time.

Slowly Eric stopped crying, then slowly stood up, his expression began to become firm.

Theresa paused. Although she didn't see the other person's face and didn't know what decision he had made, the corners of her mouth began to rise and her steps became lighter.

There were no cowards in the Severus family.

Ciel moved his body, hiding himself in the shadows.

In his eyes, Theresa was beautiful and dazzling at this moment.

The sadness hidden under the smile, the light in the eyes combined with the morning sunshine formed a beautiful picture that entered Charles' heart for the second time.

She has nothing to worry about now.

Charles thought about this and then slowly returned to the dining table. He did not wait for Theresa, but slowly ate his breakfast. An hour later, Theresa returned to the dining table, and no one was with her.

But her sight became even brighter than before.

"That's too much! Charles, you started eating before the master arrived." She said in feigned anger.

"That's because the master has forgotten that I am a guest in his home." Charles looked at her with a smile, then handed her a piece of white bread.

After spreading a layer of chocolate sauce on it, Theresa began to eat it greedily.

Compared to her elegance when they first had dinner together, Theresa now seemed very rude, but in Charles' eyes she was very beautiful.

It was a mess, and Theresa was almost not picky. Many foods that she had not eaten before were quickly stuffed into her mouth as long as they were placed in front of her.

Amid her angry gaze, Charles took out the photo stone.

After eating and drinking, after a round of chasing and playing, she failed to get the photo stone back and could only look at Charles angrily.

Charles stood up with a smile, picked up the top hat and put it on his head.

"I haven't asked for leave yet when I came here today. If I slack off again, Professor Endsworth will probably be angry. I'm going back to school now."

Theresa nodded and looked at him with a smile. "Please ask for leave for me and Professor Endsworth."

Ciel nodded and turned to leave.

"Rocks..." Theresa suddenly spoke after Charles walked to the door.

"What?" Charles turned around and looked at the other person.

Theresa looked at him with a smile, but her eyes were a little red. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but finally shook her head. "Nothing... Be careful on the road."

Charles nodded and said nothing more.

Theresa watched Charles leave, then gently rubbed her eyes with her hands.

She walked lightly towards her room. The room had been cleaned by the maid and a new mirror was installed on the dressing table. She sat on the chair, looking at her pale cheeks in the mirror, putting her hands on the corners of her mouth and trying hard to draw a smile.

She slowly took out a doll she liked, and then she slowly turned the ring in her hand.

The doll slowly stood up and turned into Charles's appearance. A fake version of him appeared in front of Theresa.

"Charles" stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Theresa's eyes.

"What's the matter?" Theresa pretended to be impatient.

A bouquet of flowers appeared in "Charles'" hands. "Beautiful lady, can you grant me a request?"

Theresa acted arrogant.

"I've liked you for a long time. Can you accept my confession and be my girlfriend?"

Teresa took the flowers from "Charles"'s hand. "Charles"'s face was full of surprise. "You agreed?"

"Will you only love me as your girlfriend?"

"Of course! Now and in the future, there will only be you in my heart."

"Alright then, I'll agree to this." Theresa's face was full of "far-fetched". "Let me make it clear in advance, I'm not agreeing to this because I like you, it's just because my father wants..."

A lot of words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them in front of this fake doll.

"That's great~" "Charles" stood up, picked up Theresa and spun her around.

Looking at the doll holding her, Theresa was smiling, and as she smiled she began to cry. Tears kept falling and could not be wiped away no matter how hard she tried.

"No... Rocks, I can't like you anymore..."

Being with me will only bring disaster to you.