London, May 8, 1893 There is only one type of marriage that is sanctioned by high society. A happy marriage is vulgar, for the pleasures of the boudoir are fleeting and short-lived than a fine pudding.Unhappy marriages are, of course, more vulgar, like Ms. Jeffery's new gadget, forty buttons at a time, which most of the upper class have experienced for themselves, and it's just miserable. No, there is only one kind of marriage that can withstand the test of the vicissitudes of life, and that is a marriage that respects each other as guests.The marriage of the Marquess of Tremaine is definitely the most ceremonial example.

In the ten years since their marriage, neither party has expressed any dissatisfaction, and neither parents, siblings, bosom friends or strangers have heard any complaints.The servants can attest that they never argue, that there are no big fights and little frictions; that they never embarrass each other; in fact, they never even disagree. However, every year there are fledgling young people who will boldly point out; the Marquis and his wife live separately in Europe and the United States, and have never appeared together since the wedding.Although everyone knows about this matter, no one will talk about it.

The elders will always shake their heads.Silly girl, when she finds out that her lover is not dedicated or has no love for her husband, she will understand how ideal the relationship between the Tremais and his wife is; from the beginning, maintain civilization, distance and freedom, and will not be dragged down by burnout .Yes, this is the most perfect marriage. So when Mrs Tremais filed for divorce on the grounds that her husband had been unfaithful and had abandoned his wife, everyone's jaws dropped on the dinner plates.Ten days later, the news spread that Lord Tremais set foot on the British homeland after a decade of absence, and many people's jaws fell heavily on the expensive Persian carpet.

The story that happened next quickly spread everywhere, and the plot is very itchy.The doorbell rang at the Tremais mansion on Park Lane.Goodman, the loyal steward, answered the door.There was a strange man standing outside the door. He had the most outstanding appearance that Goodman had ever seen, tall, handsome, strong and imposing. Good morning, sir, Goodman greeted indifferently.As the representative of the Marquis of Tremais, no matter how much he admires in his heart, he must never show a dumbfounded or courteous ugly look. He thought that the other party would hand over a business card and explain the purpose of the visit, but unexpectedly what was delivered to him was a hat.He was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily let go of the doorknob, and took the forged top hat.The man took advantage of this moment to pass by the manager and walked into the hall. He didn't look back, nor did he explain why he trespassed, but just took off his gloves.

Sir, said Goodman angrily.You are not allowed to come in without Madam's permission. The man turned and glanced at Goodman. His calm look made the butler want to hide and sob. He was deeply ashamed of his reaction.Isn't this the Tremais mansion? That's right, sir.Although Goodman didn't want to use the honorific, the word sir couldn't help slipping out of his mouth. Please tell me, since when did the master have to get his wife's permission before entering his house?The man held two gloves in his right hand and patted the palm of his left hand lightly, as if he was playing with a horsewhip.

Goodman couldn't understand.His employer is like a contemporary Queen Elizabeth, with only a mistress and no male master.Then it dawned on him, horrified.The man in front of him was the Marquis of Tremais, the lady's long-absent, almost dead husband, and the heir to the Duke of Fairfer. I beg your pardon, sir.Goodman was professional and calmly took Lord Tremais' gloves, but suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat.We didn't know in advance that you would be back, so I'll make up your room right away.Would you like some refreshments first, please? OK, then go to supervise the unpacking of the luggage.Tremes said.Is madam at home?

There was no sign of excitement in Tremaise's tone, as if he was just coming home from a nap at the club rather than a ten-year absence. Mrs Tredders is going for a walk in the park, sir. His lord nodded.very good. Instinctively, Goodman trotted after him, as if he were a beast that had accidentally entered the house.After half a minute, Marquis Tremais turned around and raised an eyebrow, and Goodman realized that he had been pushed back. His wife's downtown mansion made Tremais vaguely uncomfortable. The style here is surprisingly elegant.He originally thought that the decoration of the house would be like the homes of rich men on Fifth Avenue, luxurious, luxurious and glittering, trying to replicate the splendor of Versailles before the revolution.

She had a few armchairs from the period, but could be seen often bearing a dignified hip wrapped in velvet, valuing comfort over ostentation.There was an unshakable impression in his mind of thick and heavy cupboards and excesses of ornament in English homes, but none of these things were here. In fact, her home brought back memories of his teenage years.He once spent a few weeks in Turin, a small city at the foot of the Italian Alps. He still remembers the wallpaper of that small villa, soft antique gold combined with quiet water blue, and colorful pottery pots placed on slender wrought iron flower stands , with orchids growing in it; furniture made in the last century that is strong and durable.

During his childhood, he kept moving. Except for his grandfather's house, only the small villa made him feel at home.He really likes the bright atmosphere, cleanliness and comfort, and the moist botanical smell from the abundance of houseplants. Although there are many similarities between the two houses, it is definitely pure coincidence, he told himself, but when his eyes moved to the paintings on the wall, he knew that was not the case.In addition to Rubens, Titian, and a large number of ancestral portraits that are indispensable to British families, she also hung the works of many modern artists, Sisley, Morisot, Cassatt, and Monet, whose paintings are often criticized as Worse than a wallpaper.Works by these artists also hang in his Manhattan home.

His pulse quickened with alertness.There are more Monets in her dining room, as well as two Douga paintings.Her gallery would make one think she bought the entire Impressionist exhibition: Renoir, Cézanne, Seurat, and up-and-coming artists known only to the most gossipy coterie of the Parisian art world. Halfway to the gallery, he suddenly couldn't move a step.The house was furnished exactly as he liked it when he was young, and when they got married he was just a big boy and they talked happily for hours, and he must have mentioned his preference for modest homes and his love for modern Art.

He remembered her engrossed look, her softly asking questions, eager to know everything about him. Is the divorce just a new trick she came up with?Because there was nothing he could do, he carefully designed this trap for him to jump into?Shouldn't you find her fragrant and naked lying on the bed as soon as you enter the bedroom? He found the master room and opened the door forcefully. There is no naked she lying on the bed, nor is she fully clothed. Not even a bed. Nothing at all.The spacious room was as empty as the Wild West. There are no traces of tables, chairs or beds on the carpet.There are no white squares left by recently removed paintings on the walls.The floor and window sills were covered with a thick layer of dust.This room has been empty for a long time. He felt inexplicably kicked and couldn't breathe. The living room in the master room is spotless and well-equipped. The reading chair is comfortable and soft. The bookshelves are full of books. The spines of the books have been pressed into straight lines because of frequent flipping.In contrast, the meaning of the empty bedroom is more sharp and prickly. Once upon a time, she had designed the house with her mind set on luring him back.But that was already ten years ago, and it could even be said to be another time and space.Then she cut him out of her life completely. He was still standing at the door looking at the empty bedroom, when the steward came, followed by two footmen, and together they brought a large suitcase.The vain walls of the room made the steward look ashamed, and a rare pink appeared on his face.Sir, we'll ventilate the room and put back the furniture as soon as possible, just an hour. He almost told the steward to take it easy and let the bedroom remain empty.But this is too obvious.So he just nodded.great. Mrs. Tremais has been busy all day at the factory in Raytheon, and the newly ordered punching presses are not working as expected.The delay in negotiations with the Liverpool shipping company made her very dissatisfied.And she hasn't replied to her mother's letter yet. Since she filed for divorce, her mother has bombarded her with letters every day, asking her if she is crazy, and even saying that pig legs are smarter than her. The mother's reaction was as expected.But what really gave her a headache was the telegram from her mother, Mrs. Roland, three hours ago, which read:Tramaes arrived at Southampton Harbor this morning.When she comforted Ferdy, she was very reasonable.Because he has to sign documents and discuss details, he will have to come back sooner or later.But Tremes' arrival in England represented the beginning of trouble. Her husband is in England.Apart from that embarrassing chance encounter in Copenhagen in 1988, it was the first time in ten years that they were so close. She went into the city mansion and handed over the shawl, hat, and gloves to the steward.On the way to the study, she ordered Broden to come and look over the accounts for me in the morning.Please also ask Miss Etoll to supervise.Tell Eddie I'm not wearing the dark purple silk dress tonight, but the beige, white velvet one. lady Almost forgot.I met Lord Shucliffe this morning and his secretary has resigned.I recommend your niece to come to Lord Shucliffe's at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.Remind him that Monseigneur likes people who are sincere and taciturn. How kind of you, madam!Goodman said excitedly. He is a promising young man.She stopped at the door of the study.Think about it carefully, and ask Miss Etoll to meet me in twenty minutes.Don't let anyone disturb you during this time. But, madam, my lord Monseigneur will not come to tea with me today.She pushed open the door and found that Gude'an was still lingering and refusing to leave.She half turned around and looked at him, with a distressed look on the manager's face.What's the matter, Goodman, is the back pain coming back? No, ma'am, it's not because of back pain.Because of because I.A voice came from the study.her husband's voice. During that long moment of astonishment, she had only one thought in her mind.Fortunately, Ferdi was not invited to the house today. She usually invites him to have tea after taking a walk together in the afternoon.Then her mind went blank, a large amount of blood rushed to her head crazily, and she couldn't even feel the original headache.She had a fever first, then a cold.The surrounding air is as thick as pea soup, so you can't use a suction.Can only swallow. She nodded to Goodman in a trance.Go ahead. Goodman hesitated.Was he worried about her safety?She went into the study and let the heavy oak door shut itself, shutting out the prying and eavesdropping trolls and the whole world. Her study is oriented west, with views of the park.The still bright sunlight slanted down through the glass, casting a warm and clear perfect square on the Samarkand carpet, illuminating the poppies and red pomegranates on the pink and ivory background. Tremais stood at the edge of the sun, with both hands supporting the mahogany desk behind him, and a pair of long legs crossed at the footsteps.He should be just a blurry figure in the dark, but in her eyes, he is very clear.He is like Adam in the mural "Genesis" given by Michelangelo on the vault of the Sistine Chapel. He walked out of the picture, first ran to the tailor shop on Xavier Street to rob, and then came here to find trouble. She hurried back to her senses.She was dumbfounded just now, as if she was nineteen years old again, the little girl who had no depth and only had eyes for herself. Hello Condon. Hello Jiaqi. After he left, she never let men call her by her nickname again. She forced herself to leave the door and walk to the other side of the study. The carpet under her feet was too thick and soft, like a wetland swamp.To show that she wasn't afraid of him, she strode straight over to him, but in fact she was afraid.He can control her, and the power he possesses far surpasses those given by mere laws. Although she was quite tall, she still had to look up to see his eyes, which were very, very dark green, like the malachite produced in the Ural Mountains.She sniffed the faint scent of his body, the scent of cedar wood and citrus. For her back then, this scent was equivalent to happiness. Did you return to China to get a divorce, or to cause trouble?She asked straight to the point.It is best to confront trouble head-on, or it will come back to bite you sooner or later. He shrugged.He took off his coat and untied his tie, revealing a piece of golden skin at the bottom of his neck, and her eyes lingered a little too long.The delicate linen shirt drapes gracefully, caressing his broad shoulders and slender arms like a lover. I'm here to negotiate terms. condition?What's the meaning? Pass on from generation to generation.If you help me give birth to an heir, I will agree to a divorce.Otherwise I will present evidence of your infidelity.You should be very clear that if you have had an affair yourself, you cannot file for divorce on this ground. Her ears buzzed.Are you kidding me?You want me to help you pass on the family line?Now. I couldn't stand sharing your bed with you before. Right?She laughed, but she'd rather hit him over the head with the inkwell.I remember you enjoyed it last time. A once-in-a-lifetime gig, he said flatly.My acting skills are very good. Pain erupted in her heart, a corrosive pain that made her whole body weak, and she thought she would never feel this kind of feeling again in this life.She fought to regain control, pushing aside the subject of vulnerability.It's useless to threaten me with this.I have no intimacy with Lord Frederick. What an example of chastity.But Lord Renworth, Lord Acton, and Mr. Williams? She gasped.How would he know?She was always very cautious, very careful. Your mother wrote to tell me.He looked at her increasingly frustrated expression, obviously enjoying it.Of course, her intention is to hope that I will become jealous and rush back to China to declare my sovereignty.You shouldn't blame her. If my mother did such a thing, even if she committed the felony of matricide, the judge would think it was justifiable.Early tomorrow morning, she was going to find twenty starved goats, feed them in Mrs. Rowland's precious greenhouse, and then monopolize the hair dye market so that her gray hair had nowhere to hide. You have two ways to go, he said pleasantly.We can settle it in private, or we can ask those men to testify.As you must have understood, every word they uttered was in the newspapers. She was pale.Ferdy was the miracle of her life, devoted and loyal to her, and because he loved her so much, he voluntarily participated in this messy and ugly divorce.But would he continue to love her if numerous past lovers publicly testified to her affairs? why did you do this?She found herself raising her voice, and took a deep breath to calm herself.Showing any emotion in front of Tremaus is tantamount to revealing a weakness.I asked my lawyer to send more than a dozen letters, but you never replied.Annulling the marriage can save the dignity of both parties, and they don't have to make a fool of themselves like they are now. Since I didn't reply, I believe you should understand my thoughts. I am willing to give you one hundred thousand pounds! I am worth twenty times that amount.Even if I'm penniless, it's not enough money for me to lie to the Queen's representative and swear I never touched you.You and I both know very well that I once completely possessed you. Her expression twitched and she felt hot all over.Unfortunately, it wasn't all anger.The memory of that night no, she didn't want to recall it.She had long since forgotten.Is it because of Miss Schebenberg?You are still punishing me for that incident. He gave her a cold look. In the past, her legs would be weak because of this look.Why do you think so? What can she say?No matter what she said, it would bring out the complicated and bitter past between the two of them.She glanced at it. good.She put on as nonchalant a tone as she could.I have an appointment tonight, but I'll be back around ten o'clock.I can give you fifteen minutes, starting at half past ten. he laughed.Dear Marquise, you are still in such a hurry.I don't plan to look for you in Lingwan, because I'm a little tired from the journey.Also, after seeing you, it took me a few days to get over my nausea.Don't worry, I won't stick to a time limit.How long I want to stay in your bed is up to me, not a minute less, but even if you beg, I won't stay a minute longer. Her jaw nearly dropped in shock.I've never heard such absurdity He suddenly bent down and pressed her lips with his index finger.Don't speak so fast, lest you regret it too late. She dodged her head, her lips burning like fire.Even if you were the only man left in the world and I ate Spanish flies for two weeks straight, I wouldn't want you in my bed. (Annotation. Spanish flies have been used as aphrodisiacs since ancient times.) Ma'am, these words make my mind flutter.Even without aphrodisiacs and with all the men in the world alive, you're overwhelming enough.He pushed the table and stood up.Talking to you so much has exceeded my limit for a day.I wish you a good evening.Please give your best regards to your lover, and hope he doesn't mind my exercising my husband's rights. He left without looking back. This is not the first time. Mrs. Tremais watched her husband close the door, regretting in her heart that she should not have known about this man's existence in the first place.