Chapter 3 third chapter

May 9, 1893 Victoria.Roland was extremely abnormal. She finds out because she clipped all the X orchids in her beloved greenhouse.The flowers were massacred, and the beautiful corollas rolled to the ground, like a botanical version of the French Revolution. How much she wished Duke Fairfer could live two weeks longer, this was not the first time she had this thought, she had thought about it at least a thousand times.Just two short weeks.After the wedding, he could have swallowed the poison, tied himself to the rails, and shot himself in the head while waiting for the train. She just wanted Jiaqi to be a duchess.Is this wish too much?

Duchess, that's what everyone used to call Victoria.Roland.When she was young, she was beautiful, dignified, elegant and noble, and everyone believed that she would marry the Duke.However, her father was deceived and lost all her family property, and her mother's prolonged illness made the family even worse, always swinging between difficulties and crises.An industrialist twice her age proposed to her, hoping to inject some high blood into the family, so she had to marry due to reality. But John.Roland's wealth is too new and vulgar, and many families she used to deal with now reject her.She endured the humiliation and vowed never to let her daughter suffer the same grievance.The daughter, with her mother's elegance and father's wealth, created a whirlwind in London society, and Victoria risked her life to make her a duchess.

Jiaqi almost succeeded.In fact, she had succeeded, and it was Carrington's fault that she had fallen short.Later, Jiaqi successfully recovered the decline and married Carrington's cousin Condon.The heir to the title, Victoria was overjoyed.On the day of the wedding, Victoria was so happy and glorious that she was completely overjoyed. Unexpectedly, everything changed in the blink of an eye.Condon never came back the day after the wedding, without explaining why to anyone.No matter how much Victoria begged, cried, and coaxed, Jiaqi refused to tell what happened. Jiaqi just said coldly: Why do you care?We have decided to go our separate ways and when he inherits the title I will still be a Duchess.Isn't this what you want?

Victoria had to accept, but she secretly corresponded with Congdon, interspersed with descriptions of gardens and charity activities, adding Jiaqi's recent situation.He replied four letters a year, as fixed as the seasons. The content of the letters was rich, and the tone was extremely kind, even to the point of being annoying.Those letters kept her hopeful.Since he is willing to correspond with his mother-in-law year after year, it means that he will come back sooner or later. But why is Jiaqi so unwilling to be lonely?What is that girl thinking.She would rather take the risk of ruin and heavy losses and choose the road of divorce, and it turned out to be for that ordinary and boring Lord Frederick.The kid wasn't even fit to wash her panties, let alone touch her panty-less body.Thinking of this setback, Victoria couldn't help feeling sick.At least there is a little advantage. Hearing that his wife has filed for divorce, Kang Deng will definitely not be able to continue ignoring him, and he may even return to China for a passionate duel.

The day before yesterday, Condon sent a telegram to inform her that she had arrived in England, and she was as happy as if she was in the clouds.She replied as quickly as possible, completely unable to hide her joy.The reply he sent this morning was only a few short sentences, but it was the bad news she least wanted to see: Dear Madam.Also hope not to continue to embrace hope.When the time comes.I will agree to a divorce.Yours sincerely.Condon. She casually grabbed the gardening tools next to her, and wantonly destroyed the precious mutant orchids she had cultivated through untold pains, and finally threw down the flower scissors, like a fully realized murderer putting down his butcher knife.She couldn't continue to be depressed.She'll end up in a lunatic asylum, with her gray hair begging the pillows not to abandon the bed.

Well, it looks like she couldn't stop her daughter from getting divorced.But she can help Jiaqi find a Duke again.In fact, there are nearby.Her farm is located in Devon, a few kilometers from the coast, and His Excellency the Duke of Perrin lives on the other side of the road.He was a formidable recluse, but at least he was in good health and sanity.Although he is forty-five years old, Jiaqi's age is approaching thirty, so the age gap is not too big. To be honest, Victoria once wanted to marry Duke Perrin when she was young and unmarried, but so what?Back then she lived in this farm on the outskirts of the dukedom, close to his living area, but that was thirty years ago.No one knew her ambitions back then, and the Duke himself was unaware of her existence.

He would pass by her house on his walk every afternoon, rain or shine, around three forty-five in the afternoon.They had never been formally introduced to each other, but she had to ignore that fact, put aside her duchess-like demeanor and reserve, and take the initiative to intercept. In other words, like Jiaqi. Condon went out riding in the morning, and as soon as he returned to the mansion, Goodman immediately came to inform his wife that he had an important letter, hoping that he would go to meet as soon as possible.She probably wanted him to report right away, but he didn't find it convenient because he was hungry and out of shape.

After breakfast, he took a shower and changed his clothes. After drying his hair slightly, he put a towel over his shoulders, and reached out to pick up the clean clothes on the bed.At that moment, his wife whirls through the door, wearing a white top and caramel skirt. After she came in two steps, she stopped abruptly, her brows tightly knit together.As promised by the manager, this bedroom has been ventilated and cleaned, and the entire set of mahogany furniture that has been sleeping in the attic for a long time has reappeared, including bed frames, bedside tables, dressing tables, and chests of drawers.A large painting by Monet hangs on the fireplace, and there are pots of orchids on both sides, which are in full bloom quietly and have a quiet and sweet fragrance.Although Goodman ordered the furniture to be scrubbed until it looked shiny, the unused furniture still smelled musty, giving off the smell of time and abandonment.

As before, she was half talking to herself.Unexpectedly, Goodman still remembered. Goodman probably remembers the last time she broke a nail.Her influence on men is so strong that even the man who abandons her cannot forget everything about her. When he was more willing to think of her good, Condon always thought that God had taken extra care in creating her, injected more vitality and determination than ordinary living beings.Even though there are obvious signs of insomnia on her face now, those obsidian eyes are still radiant, even better than the brilliant fireworks in New York Harbor on the American Independence Day.

What advice do you have?He said. Her eyes turned to him.His appearance was not too revealing, the bathrobe covered the parts that had to be covered and most of his body, but she still looked stunned and embarrassed. She didn't blush.It is rare for her to blush, but when she blush, the white and noble skin is dyed a layer of pink, like the color of strawberry ice cream, the man who is not attracted is definitely a mummy. I waited a long time and she explained curtly. You think I made you wait on purpose.He shook his head.You should know that I will not retaliate in such petty ways. A sour sneer appeared on her face.That's right, you like it in a grand and exciting way.

Say what you want.He bent down and put on his drawers.There was a big bed between them, the mattress reached his waist height, but changing clothes in front of her still showed his strength.Come on, why is it so urgent that you can't even wait for me to change my clothes? Sorry to come in like this, she said stiffly.I'll leave right away and wait for you in the study. Why bother?You are already here.He pulls up his trousers.What do you want to say to me? She has always been flexible.Oh well.I have carefully considered your terms and think they are too vague and insecure. He had expected this to happen.She will never be pushed around, in fact, she prefers to be pushed around.He only wondered how she objected until now. Please advise.He threw the towel onto the chair by the window, untied the strap of his bathrobe and put it on the bed. They look at each other.Or rather he looked into her eyes and she looked at his bare upper body.He thought of the naughty and bold girl who always played climbing games with her fingers on his lap. Their eyes finally meet.She blushed, but quickly regained her composure.There are too many uncertainties in making an heir, she said hastily.I guess you should want boys. That's right.He put on the shirt and tucked it in, then pulled up the right button of the trousers, adjusting his crotch slightly to ease the discomfort she caused. Her gaze moved to his right, probably at the bedpost.My mother has not been able to give birth to a boy for ten years of marriage, not to mention, maybe one of us is infertile, or even both of us. He knew she was lying, but he chose not to expose it.so what? For my own sake and Lord Frederick's, I need a definite time limit, he won't wait for me forever. How did Mrs. Rowland describe it in that annoying letter?I reluctantly admit that Lord Frederick was very kind indeed.But his mind is like a rotten cloth T, and his manners are even worse, like an old duck.I don't even know what Jiaqi likes about him.Condon pulled the sling over his shoulders with a snap.Mrs. Roland's shrewd mind rarely makes mistakes. When her lover is caught in a divorce storm, she is still willing to stay with her. There are not many such men in England. Six months from today, his wife said.In November, if I have not yet conceived, then I will go through the divorce procedures.If I am happy, then wait until the child is born. He couldn't imagine children, or even conceive.His imagination stopped on the bed and refused to move forward.There was a part of him that couldn't stand being intimate with her, even if it was just for the sake of the family line. But there are other parts. how do you say?she asked. He pulled himself back to reality.What if a girl is born? That can't be helped. Yeah? I agree that a deadline should be set, but I cannot accept the time you proposed.Six months is too short to be guaranteed.one year.If a daughter is born, try again. nine months. The game was dominated by him, and it was time for her to understand the fact.Ma'am, I'm not going to haggle.I've already given in.One year, otherwise no discussion. She raised her chin.Counting from today? Count from the day you started. My lord, may I ask when will you start? The stinging tone in her tone made him chuckle, she was still the same in that respect.Take it easy, Jiaqi, be patient.In the end, you will definitely get what you care for. Hope you don't forget.She poses in a majestic posture, like Queen Elizabeth who sank the Spanish Armada.leave. His eyes followed her leaving back, she walked confidently, her skirt swaying freely.Just by looking at her appearance, most people would never guess that she just killed herself miserably, which is equivalent to putting her head on a plate and offering it to him, and using the internal organs as decorations. Suddenly, he remembered that he liked her very much. Liked too much.