Chapter 5 chapter Five

The Marquis walked back to the house slowly, and after talking with Mr. Ogina and Captain Clinton, he immediately retreated to the room to rest.Prior to this, he had ordered Birch to send the snake to the circus in St. Auburn the next day, as Saviah suggested. After He Bo left, the Marquis didn't go to bed directly, but sat down on a chair with armrests, and began to think about this incredible night in his mind.He understood that every cell in his body had reacted to her the moment he saw Savia dancing, and the feeling she brought to him was something no other woman had ever triggered.

Then, the ecstasy and ecstasy he felt when he touched her made him realize that he was in love There had been plenty of women in his life who had found him interesting, pleasurable, even irresistible, but none had lived up to his original expectations.He always found that no matter how attractive they were, they still couldn't give him the feeling he really wanted from women. It was a feeling that even he didn't know how to express. He only knew that there was a part hidden deep in his heart that even the most magical and attractive women could not touch, so some In some respects, they did disappoint him.

He also once took love lightly, not only mocking it, but also stating that only fools would be tempted by it.Only now did he deeply understand why Charlotte was willing to give up all the familiar things and cross the world to a strange land with a man she didn't know much, just because she loved him.Charlotte had warned him that one day he would feel the same way, and it had come true.But even so, the Marquis knew that he still couldn't provide Savia with a marriage. That's right, it was his responsibility to propose marriage. Even if he was a Cuccio to Savia, she would still expect him to give her the title of wife, but how could he make her the Marquise of Lockleigh?

He told himself that the only thing he could be sure of at the moment was that, apart from Savia, he couldn't think of anyone who was more perfect and more suitable to be his wife and mistress of his house.However, if he ignores the differences between them because of this, then he is the number one fool in Tianzi.What's more, such a status will definitely become her burden and cannot make her happy.Because, no matter how charming, capable, and exciting she is, she may still have to endure ridicule, sarcasm, and insults from his friends, and most importantly, even from those he employs. .

During the period when she lived in Lockleigh Manor, she may have seduced the hearts of the servants, but would they possibly accept her as the mistress?Then, even if the hearts of the servants may be enlarged, there are employees in other lands, villagers, farmers, tenant farmers, and all who live around Lockleigh and have known and respected the family for centuries. What would he think of her? Although the Marquis didn't know why, he knew for sure that the hatred and fear of gypsies had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of almost all British people.And from as early as 1512, when the gypsies first came to the country, people not only disliked them, but tried to persecute them.

From the book Yuqiang found in the study by the pastor.In the book written by Huo Yilan, the Marquis read that even in the reign of Henry VIII, there was a group of exotic peoples who called themselves Egyptians and were sent to France at the expense of the people.For centuries, the exclusion, discrimination and unequal treatment of these foreign peoples who call themselves Egyptians or Gypsies have not changed much, whether in national laws or folk ideology.Except for some romantic writers who like to focus on gypsies, the rest of the people still believe that gypsies will use evil eyes to curse their crops and animals, and they are more convinced that gypsies are essentially an evil nation.

Huo Yilan also narrates in the book that there are more than 35,000 Gypsies living in Britain, but so far nothing has been set up for them, and no one is willing to educate their children, even priests. Avoid their camp, no matter where they go, no one wants to have a few words with them; even if the Marquis is sure that among these gypsies, there are many people like Salvia, not only more than he has ever seen. Any woman in his life is smarter and definitely better educated than most of his friends. That's right!She was half-Russian, and, according to Mr. Ogina, Russians were different from other European peoples, but in social circles her gypsy heritage would still be a disadvantage to her.If a man must constantly take defensive measures, not to protect his wife from violence, but to fight against endless slander, the Marquis could not help very much doubting that this marriage would survive. possible.

No!Marriage is definitely not going to work!Then the only option is to find a way to persuade Savia to live with him as a mistress.However, when Saviah uttered the word Pilenne, the contempt in her tone was something the Marquis could not ignore, and he also knew that this suggestion would insult her even more than an English woman .The strict moral standards of the gypsies are not only a part of their beliefs, but also a basic element of the essence of their lives. He knows that only a noble love that is completely beyond himself can make Saviah accept an identity that violates all her instincts.

But what else could he do?He kept asking himself, but still couldn't find any answers, and finally had to go to bed and rest. The Marquis, who couldn't sleep all night, woke up early the next morning, feeling a sense of urgency to see Saviah as soon as possible, because he was surprised by the indescribable and wonderful kiss last night. I feel a little regretful and uneasy about breaking up. It was her first kiss, the Marquis was sure of that.At the same time, the trembling of her whole body when she was in his arms also made him believe that he had aroused her instinct, making her feel the ecstasy equal to his own, and that meant not only physical conquest, but It is the state where the body and mind are in harmony.

I love her!The Marquis was talking to himself, and at the same time, he also found that this was a true emotion from the depths of his heart. The Marquis was certain that she would arrive at the same hour, and that would be about eleven o'clock, for in the past few days, whenever he returned from dealing with Charlotte's estate, he had always found her in his study with the clergyman. Discussing esoteric subjects which he considered to be beyond the wisdom of women, and looking so astonishingly beautiful, it was hard to believe that she was as clever as the priest praised. Today, he can no longer bear to miss any moment of getting together with Saviah, so he decided that today it will no longer be Sylvia waiting for him, but him waiting for her arrival.

Then, when Huber helped him put on his riding clothes, the Marquis remembered that he had not returned the coins to her, so he reminded himself to remember to return these valuable coins.Thinking of this, he wondered how strange it was that a man, when he could be comfortably settled, should choose to wander the world, to endure harsh and uncomfortable weather, the hostility of different peoples, and poverty and want of every kind. ah! But then he thought with a smile, if it is for a man, it is not a bad thing, so accepting various challenges with a small number of people can not only successfully solve his boredom and social burnout, but also can be endless. Broaden your horizons. Do you know when Mr. Ogina and Captain Clinton plan to leave for London, Hopper?asked the Marquis. Mr. Ogina ordered the carriage to be ready for him by eleven o'clock, my lord. I'll be back before then, said the Marquis, because I have to meet some people at Lady Warden's estate.Can you assure Mr. Ogina and Captain Clinton that I won't be back too late and hope to meet before they leave? I'll take the word for you, my lord. Then, the Marquis suddenly said excitedly: I found a shortcut to the new territory, He Bo. Really, my lord? I've been taking this route for the past week, and I've calculated the time, and it takes less than twenty minutes to get there. And ride the best horses.He Bo smiled. I admit that good horses are indispensable. I think I know what you mean by the road, my lord, the bridle track at the northern end of the War Woods. Yes, all I have to do is cross the lawn and go downhill to Mrs. Warden's house. At this time, the Marquis had finished dressing, and after glancing at himself in the glasses, he walked out of the bedroom. Huber watched him walk through the corridor with satisfaction, thinking that no one else could match his master, who looked so stylish and handsome in a famous designer gray twill riding suit, yellow vest and white breeches. Outside the front door, two stableboys were trying to control a young Arabian stallion that the Marquis had bought at auction only a month earlier.When the Marquis got on the saddle, he was pleased to find that the thing under his crotch was indeed not an ordinary person, and he did not immediately accept the Marquis as his master.However, the Marquis was not in vain, and it didn't take long for him to control his sensitive and easily frightened emotions, and then gracefully made him take a big stride, leave the front yard and head towards the forest. As soon as he set off, the Marquis recalled the scene of walking in the moonlight with Savia last night.It seemed impossible to get her out of his mind.Just thinking of her raising her eyes to look at him, and the softness of succumbing to his embrace, made him short of breath, and at the same time felt that special feeling of heart contraction again. God!She is so beautiful!He said to himself, however, it wasn't just because of her beauty that captivated him, but some kind of invisible thread pulled the two of them, making each other destined to blend together from the moment they met.I want her!Dear God, how I want her! At this time, a speckled deer suddenly ran out from under the tree and startled each other with the Marquis' stallion, thus diverting the Marquis' mind from Saviah and noticing that he had reached the forest north of the house.Since the red brick mansion of Rockley Manor was first built, this forest has not only become the defensive forest of the manor, but also constituted one of the backgrounds of the mansion. Then the Marquis set foot on the carriageway he had told Huber, which had been hewed by the woodcutters at first for the carriage of wood for carriages.As the road was very straight, the Marquis could not help speeding up, letting the horse gallop freely, while he gave up his hand to stabilize the hat. The tall trees on both sides of the road have a history of a hundred years, so the branches and leaves are lush. In addition, it is still very early, and the sunlight is still weak, which cannot penetrate the branches and leaves, so there are still diamond-like dewdrops on the lawn.There is a faint scent of pine and birch in the air. In addition, you can occasionally catch a glimpse of young lilies blooming blue among the trees, which makes the Marquis feel extremely happy and satisfied. Just as the Marquis was letting go of his chest and running as fast as he could, he suddenly noticed something rising from the ground. It's a rope!It was almost in front of his eyes, at the height of the horse's knees, and it was too late to rein in the horse. The moment he heard himself yelling, he also bounced off his mount, fell down, and realized that there was nothing he could do. As the head hit the ground, a strong impact shook the Marquis' whole body.When he heard his collarbone snap, he also lost consciousness. Someone was speaking very softly, and the stroke of his forehead was soothing and somewhat hypnotic. sleep!A soft voice said, you are dreaming, go to sleep!The cold fingers are comfortable, but the Marquis remembers in a trance that someone has yelled and felt the darkness and pain, but the compulsive soothing action on the forehead made him fall asleep again irresistibly. Gradually, his consciousness came back At first he thought he was beside his mother, then he felt himself in someone's arms, his head resting on the soft breast of a woman, and smelled a fragrance.He felt very comfortable, safe, and felt a sense of well-being in being cared for, reminding him of his mother again, but the scent bothered him.Then he remembered that he had smelled it in the hairline of a gypsy woman. He felt very weak, too weak to open his eyes.Then he felt someone move him, and he wanted to scream because his cheek was no longer against the softness of his chest, but a pillow instead, and he felt as if he had been deprived of something very precious. How is he, miss? The Marquis immediately recognized He Bo's voice, although it was very soft. The night has calmed down considerably, but consciousness has not yet been regained. It was Saviah who was speaking.Who else can have such a soft and beautiful voice with an exotic accent like her?And her voice seemed to quickly inject a force into the marquis, making his eyelids no longer feel so heavy, and then opened his eyes. Savia, who knelt beside the Marquis and stared at him, stroked his face and shouted softly, you are awake! The Marquis looked at her, her face so close that he could see a simultaneous gleam of joy in her worried eyes. What happened?asked the Marquis, but then remembered that the rope in the middle of the road had caused him to fall. I don't think you are fit to speak at the moment. I need to know what happened.The voice became stronger, and at the same time, he found that he was sleeping on a bed almost as high as the floor, surrounded by curved walls, which made him immediately guess that he should be in the carriage at this moment.The space here is so small, he alone already occupied most of the space, so that Savia could only kneel beside him, while He Bo stood outside, poking his head in from the opened door. Where am I?asked the Marquis. You are very well, my lord, and thanks to Miss Savia.He Bo replied.We have been worried about you. A force caused the Marquis to turn his head slightly, only to realize that his shoulders were bandaged, and he remembered that he had broken his collarbone. I fell off the horse, but it wasn't the horse's fault, is it ok? It went home by itself.Saviah said, someone tied a rope between the two trees and pulled it up when you arrived. Who is it?The Marquis felt it was too much to ask. Mister Jello's man, my lord.He Bo said angrily.They also gave false testimony in front of the magistrate to frame Miss Savia. The Marquis suddenly woke up. He tried to get up but felt a sharp pain in his back. Don't move, Savia said anxiously, they stabbed you! In fact, they nearly killed you, my lord, if Miss Salvia hadn't arrived in time. I want to know now what happened, and tell it from the beginning.Some majesty was restored in the voice again. Savia looked at He Bo and asked for guidance. If we don't tell Sir Alex, he will always be troubled by it.He Bo said to her. That's right.All I remember, asserted the Marquis, was that I fell off my horse, and I know it was caused by a rope that tripped my horse. It's old fashioned, my lord, but it's a very clever move.He Bo said, they must know Sir, you will take that road every morning, so they hid there and waited for you. I sensed something was wrong, too, said Saviah, as we were packing to leave you are leavingThe Marquis interrupted and looked at her. She looked down and murmured: I must go.A blush came over her face under the Marquis' gaze. But you stayed! I felt that you were in danger, and to prove it was only my delusion, I asked a gypsy boy to prepare my horse and go with me.She sighed softly.At that time, I thought it was still early, and you should not have left the house, so I was going to hide in the woods and watch you ride through the garden, turn into the horse path, and disappear on the other side. Have you done this before? !The Marquis suddenly understood. The blush stained her face again.Almost every morning. Fortunately, my lord, Huber interrupted, Miss Savia happened to see you disappear on the bridleway.If she hadn't, you wouldn't be lying here right now! What happened?The Marquis put his hand on Saviah's hand, feeling her fingers trembling underneath. When I reached the track, said Saviah, I saw your horse trip and you rushed forward.As soon as you hit the ground, two men rushed out from behind the tree, one of them with a dagger-like knife, and stabbed you in the back before I could move closer to shout. Only then did the Marquis understand why he felt pain when he tried to sit up earlier. Then the man drew out the knife again, wanting to stab again, Savia said, I drove forward and yelled, and the gypsy boy who went with me also yelled, and the two were frightened by the noise we made and ran into the forest. She took a breath and said: When I arrived, I thought you were dead! Unfortunately, my lord, Huber said, if your wound was an inch or two deeper, there is no doubt that those two damned gods of death would have completed their task. What did you do next?The Marquis held Savia's hand even more tightly. Yoko, the gypsy boy with me, join me to carry you into the woods in case they ever come back to complete the mission.Then, she forced a smile.You are really heavy, my lord. How can you lift it? Yoko is strong, and I want to save you.She said it bluntly. When a gypsy came to the house and told me that Miss Salvia was in urgent need of me in the woods, I suspected that this might be the case.Huber said, I'm sure, my lord, when Mr. Gerald was seen in the bar, he was planning something. Is there any evidence that Mr. Jello tried to murder me? Savia looked at He Bo, but neither of them spoke. The Marquis knew they were hesitant to tell him the truth.Damn it!I'm not a kid, tell me what happened. Savia put her hand on his forehead.You've had a high fever for a long time and we don't want to upset you. It really bothers me if you keep the truth from me! Very well, sir, you'd better know the worst.He Bo said, Miss Savia is now wanted for killing you.The knife they used to murder you is in the hands of the justice of the peace, and Mr. Gerald has moved into the mansion! damned!The Marquis yelled, trying to move again, but the pain in his back made sweat drip from his brow. These things will overwhelm you!Savia said, you should wait for a while, and there is no need to rush to know these unpleasant things. Not urgent? !How long have I been here? It's been over a week. more than a week? This time is enough time for Mr. Gero to arrange everything, claiming that you were killed by Miss Savia, and the body was buried by the gypsies, so he is entitled to accept your title and territory. The Marquis lay silent for a while, trying to digest what He Bo told him about Mr. Gerald's evil deeds, and then said: Why is no one looking for me? Because once you are sent back to the mansion, Savia said, I am sure your cousin will find a way to get rid of you when you are weak and unable to resist. In addition, He Bo said that a hunting order has been issued for Miss Saviah, and once she shows up, she will be imprisoned. Where am I hiding now? In my caravan, deep in the forest.Savia replied.If it was dark, it was because my people had covered the outside of the caravan with shrubs and ivy, so that almost no one could see us, even if he was standing outside. It's true, my lord, Hopper admits, I often can't find it when I come here, thinking that Miss Salvia may have moved away suddenly in the evening, even though the caravan is in front of me. How are your people? They've moved, so it's harder to find them.However, as you can imagine, your cousin was not in a hurry to find you or me, because everyone believed what his co-conspirators said was not true. I will never let him take my place.The Marquis tried to speak in an angry and determined tone, but even he himself felt powerless, and fell asleep again before he could say anything more It was two days later that the Marquis had a detailed understanding of everything that Gero had arranged and was grateful to Saviah. If she hadn't watched him walk through the forest, he must have been found dead in the driveway, on his shoulder blade. With a gypsy knife stuck in it. There are gypsy characters on the knife, Savia said, I think it should also come from the circus that made my cousin get the cobra, or it was bought from an antique shop in London. Is that really a gypsy knife? According to the description in the newspaper, Saviah said, my father thinks it should be a Spanish short sword, very similar to the knife carried by gypsies. Nice circumstantial evidence.The Marquis commented authentically. Huber, on the other hand, told the Marquis how defiant and authoritarian his cousin was in the area of ​​Rockley. Mr. Ogina went back to London, my lord, after Mr. Gerald's arrival at the mansion.Because Mr. Gero claims to have heard a strange story from the village that two men saw you being ambushed and killed by a gypsy woman.He Pai said contemptuously, and they also took out the rope as evidence, indicating that they were walking on the horse path at that time, preparing to go to a nearby farm to find work.Their stories are so plausible that it's hard to pinpoint holes. Gero must have thought it through carefully!The Marquis murmured. Mr. Gerald is clever, sir, and can't find any fault! I do not believe!Keep going, Huber. Mr. Gerald narrated the story in great detail. When he said that he absolutely believed that the Lord had disappeared, Mr. Ogina said that it was all a lie, and based on what he knew about Saviah, it was absolutely impossible for her to murder anyone. People, let alone you. And yet he doesn't want to interfere, does he?The Marquis smiled authentically. Indeed, my lord, but not Captain Conrington, who had a great quarrel with Mr. Gerald. I can imagine him doing that!The Marquis Review. He stayed one more night, indicating that he would look for you.In fact he had been in the forest, and Mr. Gerald ordered him to leave the house. How dare he do that?The Marquis roared out. Yes, my lord, he acted like the new Marquess of Lockleigh, and said that he could not bear Captain Conrington's insolence, so he would never provide him with any entertainment again! The Marquis was about to express his opinion strongly, but was interrupted by Savia. You promised not to be angry, which is not good for you.If you don't listen quietly, we won't tell you anything more. Are you threatening me? I just want to take care of you, and for your own good. The marquis' frown and displeasure were instantly replaced by a smile.I must thank you again for saving my life. He Bo continued: I originally wanted to stay with you, but Miss Saviah insisted that I should not stay here, but continued to stay in the mansion, going back and forth every day. I was thinking that when you recovered a bit, Hopper could give you information about what happened.Savia explained.But I can't fix your collarbone like he did, and I must admit that the herbs and analgesics he puts on your wounds are more effective than the remedies that gypsies have used for centuries. I also follow folk remedies, and like the gypsies, I believe that nature is omnipotent. I've recovered enough now to confront my cousin and expose his lies.Marquis should preach. Savia and He Bo immediately expressed their disapproval loudly, and Savia said: You cannot move until we are sure that you are strong enough.Don't forget, he won't admit defeat easily, and will definitely try to kill you again.Her voice was full of grief. The Marquis replied: I will be very sensible and will not act recklessly, I promise! You have no idea how much we worry about you.Savia murmured very softly, with tears in her eyes. The Marquis promises: I will not do anything stupid, but once I regain my strength, I will teach my cousin a lesson that will never be forgotten, and I will clear your name, Salvia. that's not important.The fact that I'm a murderer must be what everyone expects from a gypsy. No one in the mansion believes you are the murderer, Miss Savia. She gave He Bo a smile.Thank you. Did Mr. Jello make any changes to the servants?The Marquis asked He Bo. Not yet, my lord, though he had threatened to do so.But the property manager said that it is not yet certain that Sir, you are dead. I think Captain Clinton convinced them that you may still be alive. Captain Clinton could never have believed that Savia would kill me, and he also knew that Gerald had tried to murder me twice. I believe he also told the estate administrator about the rockfall and the cobra incident, sir.Huber took out the watch from his pocket, and continued: I should go back, my lord, I must be careful lest Mr. Gerald suspect me or send someone to pay attention to my actions. Then don't give him a chance to doubt. That's why I have to take a detour every time I come, sir, but unfortunately it's time-consuming. I believe exercise is good for you!The Marquis smiled. If I could see you standing up again, I'd be willing to climb a mountain, my lord.We all miss the days when you were in charge. Thank you, Huber, it won't be long.The Marquis smiled back. Every time He Bo came, he would try his best to carry necessities in a basket, including food, the Marquis’s favorite wine, clean bandages, potions, and of course the Marquis’ usual cleaning supplies, including a handful of diamond-encrusted gold The hair comb, placed in Savia's caravan, looked particularly abrupt. The Marquis looked around, thinking in his heart that this place was really small but well-equipped, and at the same time made him feel unexpectedly comfortable.The walls around the caravan are painted with the artist's superb skills. The gray paint vividly depicts patterns such as butterflies, flowers and birds on the walls. In short, it is more Russian-style.In addition, Savia also told him that the outside of the caravan is also in the same style. There were two windows in the wall, but because the caravan was covered with shrubs and ivy, very little light could come in through the windows.However, daylight can still shine through the open door during the day, and at night, you can also see the bright moonlight shining through the dense branches, and that often reminds him of Savia's dance that night. Since he regained consciousness, Savia didn't stay overnight anymore. He guessed that she might have returned to her family or slept in the forest, but she didn't want to answer more, and he didn't want to force her. Every night when they finished dinner and chatted a little, she would say softly: It's time for you to sleep. And after he kissed her hand softly, she would leave alone with his thoughts.But before long, he would fall asleep so tired that he wouldn't wake up until she brought him breakfast the next day. In the days that followed, He Bo would come almost two or three times a day to help him clean up and shave his face. Sometimes if Jie Luo went out, He Bo would stay nearby without going back; as for other situations, he would It's just an hour in the morning, once at lunch, and then again in the evening. During this period of time, the Marquis has maintained an unusual and wonderful mood. He knows that he has never been happier than now. Not only has he never felt impetuous, but he has never felt bored at all. Sometimes he can even lie down for a long time without talking. Looking at Savia sitting by the door, I thought that her beauty is like some kind of elegant flower from a foreign country, blooming day by day, constantly revealing the charming charm hidden in the petals, which is even more impressive Love it. One afternoon after the Marquis hid in the caravan for two weeks, when Huber returned to the mansion, he said to Savia: Soon I'll be strong enough to confront Zero, and then you won't be able to stop me anymore. You are indeed much better.Savia smiled. Huber is pleased with how the collarbone is healed, the bandages can be removed tomorrow, and my back is only mildly sore. The wound heals quickly because you are strong.Savia murmured, if it were an unhealthy person, it might take longer. But before we end this idyllic life, we must talk about each other, Savia.Her body froze immediately, and the expression on her face changed. You haven't told me why you were actually leaving the morning you saved me? Savia hesitated for a moment, and looked away from the Marquis. I said how much I want to have you, how can you leave me, Savia?You know that I will never find you again. It was not right for me to stay with you.Savia replied. Who has the right to judge?asked the Marquis almost angrily.I thought you could understand that I couldn't live without you, Saviah, I used to just think so, but now I'm sure we are part of each other, how can you live up to such a perfect, so incredible feeling? She still did not look at him, and the Marquis noticed that she was trembling. Come here, Savia!I want you.He had expected her to refuse, but unexpectedly, she succumbed almost like a child to the authoritative voice, moved closer to him and knelt by his side. Look at me, Savia!She raised her face to face the Marquis, with a trace of fear in her wide eyes.I love you!Honey, don't you know how much I love you? I love you too!Savia replied.But because you are so important in your social circle and so influential, being with a gypsy will shock and disgust your friends. If so, then they are not my friends, and besides, why care about anything but ourselves?We don't need to live the fancy life of London, Savia.We can stay in Rockleigh, or go abroad for a part of the year, and I have a yacht that can take us anywhere you like along the coast of France.I don't care where we go or how long we stay as long as we're together. She took a deep breath, he knew that she was deeply moved, but then she suddenly said in a desperate tone: You don't understand! What am I not understanding?he asked softly. You cannot escape centuries of prejudices, beliefs and hatreds.Savia replied.As you said, we are two people in love, but there is a gap between us, and nothing you say or do can bridge it. nonsense!The Marquis said flatly.There's just one thing to make up for, Saviah, something more powerful than anything you've mentioned. what is itSavia asked confusedly. like!He who was sitting on the pillow stretched out his arms to pull her closer, but she didn't resist him. Her head was resting on his shoulder in a half-sitting, half-lying position on the bed.Is there anything in this world more important than love?The Marquis put his lips on her as he spoke. He kissed her violently, and the passion he couldn't feel because he was too weak for the past two weeks burst out at the moment he took her lips, and the desire spread throughout his body like a hot flame.Because her lips were so soft and sweet, his kiss was unconsciously full of praise and even respect. I love you!Believe me, Saviah, there is nothing in my life that I love more than you.He kissed her again until she was trembling with joy in his arms, and then he asked: Should we just forget about everything except the fact that I belong to you and just get out of here?Just let Jello be the Marquess of Lockleigh owning the territory and all the rest, all I need is you and your love. Savia wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him back with her lips, and the Marquis could feel her heartbeat beating against his chest quickly and strongly.They climbed to the peak of joy, blow after blow, and it was so ecstatic. Just when all instincts were about to burst out of the etiquette due to being too tense, Savia retreated from his embrace very gently. I love you, she whispers, but you still need to rest. The Marquis wanted to open his mouth to argue, but she put her fingers on his lips and said: Rest, you are tired, now is not the time to make a decision. Tell me one thing, tell me you love me as much as I love you, tell me, Savia!I want to hear you with my own ears, although I have already felt it from touching you. I love you!She whispered, but there was almost a tone of despair in her voice.