After finishing his thoughts, Connor lowered his head to look at Varga, who was sleeping soundly in his arms. Guilt appeared in his eyes. Ever since Varga came to Flosinone with him, they had been hiding from place to place without a single day of peace. Not only that, but they had also been in danger several times and had almost died. Even so, Varga had never complained to Connor about anything.
If Varga had complained, Connor might have felt better. However, Varga was so obedient that it made Connor feel even more guilty. He didn't know how to bring up the matter with Varga …
When he made the promise with Marguerite in Loen, Connor was full of confidence that he would succeed in persuading Varga. However, as Varga performed so well, Connor felt even more guilty. The one-year promise with Marguerite had become a sore point in Connor's heart. Every time he thought of it, he would sigh.
But no matter what, Connor would always think of Margaret when he was lonely. He recalled how the two of them had fought side by side in Loen and experienced all the ups and downs. He couldn't bear to part with her!
No matter how conflicted Connor was in his heart, time didn't wait for him. More than half of the one-year promise with Marguerite had already passed, and there was less and less time left. If he continued to delay it, and Varga still didn't agree, Connor wouldn't have much time left to persuade him.
Just as Connor was having a headache over this relationship problem, Varga woke up from his sleep and saw the hesitation in Connor's eyes.
"Connor, if you're really worried about your family, why don't you consider joining forces with Bisping …" Seeing Connor's hesitation, Varga thought that Connor was worried about the Ferguson Family, so he tried to persuade him.
Hearing Varga's words, Connor understood that it wasn't a good idea to keep delaying it. He made up his mind to tell Varga everything. He took a deep breath and said apologetically to Varga, "Varga, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. You have the right to know about it!"
Sensing Connor's tone, Varga could vaguely sense that Connor was going to tell her something. She lowered her head and said with a trembling voice, "Is it related to Marguerite?"
Even though Connor had rehearsed this countless times in his mind and prepared a lot of words, when he faced Varga, Connor found that the words he prepared were stuck in his throat. After a few seconds of silence, Connor looked at Varga with guilt. "I'm sorry!"
Valga raised her head as Connor's voice fell. Her pair of beautiful eyes were completely red, and a line of clear tears streamed down her fair face. She looked at Connor and said word by word: "You and Margaret, did you sleep together?"
"No." This time, facing Varga's question, Connor answered without hesitation.
Hearing Connor's answer, Varga's expression became a little better. Wiping the tears on her face, Varga glared at Connor and said coldly, "Connor Ferguson, tell me the truth. What stage have you and Marguerite reached?"
"I know that I'm sorry for what I did to you, so I didn't do anything to Marguerite. She and I comforted each other on a spiritual level …" Connor thought about his words and said to Varga.
"Comforted each other on a spiritual level? Spiritual partner? Then what am I? "
Hearing Connor's words, Valga's emotions became agitated once again. Tears welled up in his eyes as he cried out to Connor.
"To me, Marguerite is my soulmate, but Varga, you're more like an indispensable part of my life!" Connor said without hesitation.
Connor was speaking from the bottom of his heart. To him, Marguerite was more like his love, while Varga was more like family to him. Although it wasn't as passionate and intense as love, it wrapped him up bit by bit. This feeling became clearer and stronger after Connor and Varga came to Flosinone.
After hearing Connor saying that she was an indispensable part of his life, Varga's sobs became softer. Connor immediately hugged Varga in his arms. But this time, Varga subconsciously tried to break free from his embrace. But no matter how hard she tried, Connor still held her firmly in his arms.
The 'contest' between the two continued for a while. Seeing that she couldn't break free no matter what, Valga's anger rose from the bottom of her heart. She opened her cherry mouth and bit Connor's shoulder.
But unfortunately, Connor was wearing the Dark Mage's Robe and his physique had become extremely terrifying after several rounds of tempering. In addition, Varga couldn't bear to bite him. Therefore, after biting for a few minutes, Varga couldn't even leave a mark on Connor's shoulder. This infuriated Connor so much that she threw punches at Connor's chest.
After venting for a while, Varga, whose stamina had weakened, finally stopped in Connor's arms. Although she stopped, she glared at Connor with obvious anger.
"Sorry!"
Facing Valga's furious glare, Connor didn't know what to say. He could only speak with an apologetic tone.
As soon as Connor finished speaking, Varga suddenly moved. She pulled out a dagger that flickered with cold light from her space ring and pressed it against Connor's throat.
He felt the coldness of the dagger in Varga's hand against his neck, but he was confident that Varga wouldn't harm him no matter what. A wry smile appeared on his face and he didn't resist or say anything. He closed his eyes and left the choice in Varga's hands.
Seeing the suspicious Connor trust her so much, and hearing Connor admit that he and Marguerite had an affair, Varga's mood improved slightly. Of course, she didn't want to kill Connor. She just wanted to test Connor.
"What do you plan to do? Connor Ferguson, I'm warning you. If you think of abandoning me or falling in love with someone else, I'll poison you to death! "Varga pretended to be vicious as she spoke.
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