Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Bedfordshire, December 1882 Jiaqi hates Greek mythology, because those gods always punish arrogant women.A little arrogance is no great crime.Since Arachne's weaving ability is indeed superior to Athena's, why was she turned into a spider just because she told the truth.Cassiopeia boasted that their mother and daughter were more beautiful than Poseidon's daughter. If it wasn't true, Poseidon wouldn't be so angry and throw her daughter to feed the sea monster, wouldn't he? Jiaqi also has the problem of arrogance, and she is also punished by the jealous god, otherwise how could Carrington die unexpectedly?The other dandies are all scourges for thousands of years, and they are still coveting young girls who have just entered the social circle when their old eyes are dim.Why can't Carrington have such a life?

A gust of wind nearly knocked off her hat.She rubbed the cheek scraped by the exercise belt.Roland's manor, Heatherland, covers an area of ​​8,000 acres, most of which are forests and grasslands. The terrain is as flat as the floor of a banquet hall. Only this corner is slightly undulating, and several places even have obvious slope undulations. Jiaqi likes to take walks on the boundary of the Heather Plains.The land is solid and reliable, and she likes the sense of solidity, hoping to control her own future.Marriage with Carrington could have given her such a guarantee.No matter how the world changes, she will always be the Duchess, and no one can look down on their mother and daughter anymore.

Carrington was gone, and she was Miss Bronze again.No matter how hard her mother works, Jiaqi can never become the kind of beauty that makes people fall in love at first sight.She was known to step on her partner's feet when she danced, and the most unforgivable vulgarity was her business-loving love of making goods and making money. Overhead, the clouds were thick like a bundle of dirty sheets, gray and yellow with the color of pus.It's about to snow, she really should turn around, after all, she has to walk four kilometers to see home, but she doesn't want to go back.As frustrating as it was to be alone, it was ten times more miserable when my mother was around.

There were only three kinds of moods in Mrs. Roland's tossing and turning: sadness, despair and injustice.When she was excited, she would hug Jiaqi and whisper angrily that they would definitely start over.And then she would lose all hope, because they couldn't have a second chance, and Carrington was very special, and no other duke was as dissolute, destitute, and hopeless as he was. A creek separates Shinanyuan and Shengzhuzhuang. There is no fence here, and the creek is the recognized boundary.Jiaqi stood on the bank and threw stones into the water.It is beautiful here in summer, with the soft willow branches dancing in the wind, but now the bare willows look like stripped spinsters, shriveled and slack.

The land on the opposite bank rose into a hill, and a knight without a hat suddenly appeared on the top of the hill directly opposite her.She was taken aback.No one will come here except her.The knight, wearing a crimson riding coat and dark yellow leather trousers tucked into black boots, rode his horse downhill.She staggered back in panic, fearing that the horse would run over her. The horse came to the downstream about five meters away from her, and the knight guided the horse, leaping over the stream nearly four meters wide in a masculine and graceful posture.He reined in and stopped his horse to look at her.He always knew she was here.

You have invaded my land, she cried. He turned his horse's head and came towards her, steering the tall black horse with ease, ducking his head to avoid the bare willow branches.He didn't stop until he was three meters in front of her, and she saw his appearance clearly for the first time. He was handsome, but not so handsome as Carrington.Carrington is Byron reincarnated, poor bastard, let's hope the Hellwoman doesn't demand too much from him.The facial features of the person in front of him are stronger and more noble, and his face is thinner and more masculine.Their eyes meet.He has a pair of deep and beautiful eyes, the color is a charming dark green.The eyes are like a thinker, sharp but difficult to see through, observing too much and revealing too little.

She couldn't look away.He had an air of his own that she was immediately attracted to, a confidence in his posture that was different from Carrington's conceited arrogance and her dogged obstinacy.That is the style shaped by education. You have invaded my family's land, she repeated.Because I can't think of anything else to say. Yeah?He said.Who are you. He had a faint accent, not French, German, Italian, or anything else immediately recognizable.He is a foreigner. Miss Rowland.Who are you. Mr Sebro. Could he be no, impossible.After all, who else would he be?Are you the Marquis of Tremais?

Carrington had no sons. After his death, the title of duke was inherited by his uncle who was second in line.The eldest son of the new Duke inherited the title of Marquis of Tremais. The young man smiled.I seem to be on the verge of becoming a Marquis indeed. He is Xiudora.The pretty boy of Schebenberg.She had thought him a weak piece of shit, like Miss Schebenberg. You are back from college. He did not attend Carrington's funeral with his family because his studies at the École Polytechnique had not yet ended. As for the subjects he studied, his parents have always been vague, saying only that it was physics or economics.How could anyone not be able to tell the two apart?

The university let us out for Christmas. He dismounted and walked towards her, taking the reins and letting the black steed follow behind.Repressed, she remained motionless.He took off his riding glove and held out a hand. Miss Rowland, nice to finally meet you. She shook briefly.It seems you know who I am. The first flakes fell, fluffy ice crystals formed from tiny molecules, one of which landed on his eyelashes.His hair was dark blonde, but his eyebrows and eyelashes were more pigmented.The color of his eyes was like the deep green pools in the valleys in the mountains, although she had never seen them with her own eyes.

I am planning to visit tomorrow and pay my condolences.He said. She sneered.Yeah, you can see that too, I'm devastated. He looked at her, carefully observing this time, turning his eyes to her facial features one by one.His probing eyes made her a little embarrassed. She was more used to being pointed at behind, but because he was so charming and handsome, she didn't feel disgusted. My apologies on behalf of my cousin.It is really inconsiderate of him to die in such a drought without marrying you and leaving no heirs. His bluntness caught her off guard.It was one thing to hear my mother say it, but it was a different feeling when it came out of the mouth of a stranger, without even formally introducing each other.

Man proposes, God disposes. Embarrassing, right? She began to admire the Marquis of Tremais.indeed. The volume of the snowflakes suddenly increased, from goose-feathered snow to the size of a fingernail.The snow fell, as if all the angels in heaven fell their feathers at the same time.From the moment Trimes appeared, the sky became obviously dark, and twilight was about to cover the earth. Tremais looked around.Why don't you have a flower protector or a maid? This is not a public place, no need. He frowned.How far is your home from here. About four kilometers. Ride back on my horse.The weather is bad and you have to walk so long alone in the dark, it's too dangerous. Thanks, but I don't ride a horse. He looked into her eyes.For a moment, she thought he would ask her why she was afraid of horses, but he just said, in that case, please allow me to send you home. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Of course good.But I have to warn you first, I am very bad at chatting. He put on his gloves and wrapped the reins around his wrists.It doesn't matter.I don't feel sorry for being silent, I mean uncomfortable. He was originally in French.In fact, he doesn't have an accent, it's just that he hasn't spoken English for too long and is a little rusty. They walked in silence for a while.She couldn't help but look up frequently to admire his profile, his nose is very classical, and his chin is like a statue of Apollo. Before coming to Shengzhuzhuang, I consulted with my cousin's lawyer, and Tridis broke the silence.He said the situation was very complicated. I see.She really got it, she had a deep understanding of Carrington's financial situation. The lawyer said he left behind a large amount of debt, which was staggering.However, 4/5 of the creditors have not come to collect debts for more than two years. interesting.She gradually realized what he wanted to say.How could he piece together the truth so quickly.He should not have been in England for more than two or three days, or she should have heard the news. So I asked them to show me his marriage contract. Very shrewd.Should be so boring that you want to doze off, right? Not at all, I am quite impressed, it may be the most meticulous legal document I have ever seen in my life.I found out that you promised to discharge all his debts after marriage. There does seem to be such a provision. You are his biggest creditor, right?You buy out all his debts and use this to convince him to marry you. Jiaqi had a new respect for Marquis Tremais, almost affection.He was young, about twenty-one, but his mind was as sharp as the guillotine of the executioner.He hit the spot.Mrs. Roland taught Jiaqi how to attract the Duke in the salons and banquet halls, but she completely ignored her mother's advice and grabbed the big prize in her own way.Yes, Carrington didn't want to marry someone with no family background like me.He kept resisting, and it took me a lot of effort to drag him to the negotiating table. Was it fun?He looked down at her. Yeah, I have to admit.She confessed.I threatened to evict his house, not a floor, not a spoon.Really fun. You look very sad indeed, my parents believe it with all their heart.She heard a smile.They said you cried at the funeral. It took me nearly three years of hard work, and the fruits of my hard work were gone. I cried like a mother who died. He laughed out loud, full of Haruhi's temptation in his thick laughter.Her heart was beating wildly. Miss Rowland, you are very different.Do your strengths include fairness and integrity? Only when it's good for me. She could hear him smiling again.That's fine too, he said.I want to negotiate a deal with you. All ears. As long as the Holy Pillar is properly taken care of, it will definitely earn a good income over time.This income, combined with the sale of the excess land, will definitely help pay off Carrington's repayment, as long as you delay the repayment. My financial resources are limited.Buying out Carrington's debt was such a burden that even I struggled. If you will let us pay it back in four annual installments, I will pay good interest on it for seven years from this time next year. I have better ideas, she said.You can marry me. Marrying the new duke's heir would be the best record, but she wasn't happy about it.Carrington is licentious, he wants to mess with everything that is alive, but he treats everyone the same. In this world, he is only loyal to himself. Jiaqi can understand it, and sometimes even admire it a little.However, she doesn't want to marry a man who has her own heart. Such a husband will only be depressed all day long, not to mention that the woman he likes disdains her. However, after meeting Trimax himself, she found that he was by no means useless.The thought of marrying him grew like a frying pan on a fire.After getting married, I will give up 70% of the debt. He looked at her for a long time, and she thought he would be surprised, but she didn't expect his reaction to be completely different.Why only 70%? Because you are not yet a duke and may have to wait many years before inheriting the title.She originally wanted to show a little reserve, to give him time to think, but couldn't help but say what do you say? He was silent for a moment.I feel very honored.But I already have someone to promise to. Feelings change.God.She is almost like a demon, bidding for his soul. I don't think I'm a fast-paced person. Poor Miss Schebenberg.She is just a vase in the salon, why is she so lucky?You are right, but I don't want your affection, I just want a marriage contract. He stopped and pressed the horse's neck to signal it to stop.She also stopped.You are very young, but you are so cruel to yourself, why?His tone was so gentle that she really wanted to hold his hand and tell what she had experienced and why she had become so hard-hearted. But in the end she just shrugged.From the age of fourteen, I had to deal with people who pursued me for money, and courted ladies who didn't give a damn about me. When you choose a husband, don't you have to consider love and affection? right.So I don't mind if you love someone else.In fact, you can stay with her as long as you want.After consummation you can leave and come back when you need an heir. She probably shouldn't have said such a thing, even she thought it was too radical and bold.He lowered his eyes for a moment, and looked her over from head to toe.When he looked at her again, his eyes were darker than before, and the inside of her lips were hot. I see marriage differently, he said.Not for the kind of marriage you're thinking of. He already has the looks and the brains, so why bother to have principles.She just suggested casually just now, but now she feels unexpectedly heavy disappointment.What if I were willing to write off all my debts?she asked without shyness. You will be at a disadvantage then, he said calmly.Even if we sold everything we had, that would at best pay off half of my cousin's debt.You should be very clear. As they moved on, she had stopped counting the money it would take to cling to high society, and instead cursed Miss Schebenberg in her heart with a degree of indignation that even Jiaqi herself wondered about.That woman is boring and weak, how can she make such an outstanding man fall in love with her.Why on earth did she have him?She didn't care who she married, as long as the other person was rich and powerful and could satisfy her mother, she would accept it.Are beauty, manners and flawless piano skills really that great? He sensed that she was sulking.I see you are unhappy. how come?She likes everything about him, except the woman he loves.No, although it would make me happy to marry you, you are not obliged to marry me for it. I don't know if it comforts you to say this, but I'm really honored.This is the first time anyone has proposed to me. Probably because you are still young, and you were a poor ghost with no status before.There will be many people rushing to marry you in the future. But you're always first, he said. Is he joking?I must be the first person to be rejected by you, she said sullenly. He made her gasp for the rest of the journey.She stomped, her boots rattling the snow.Although he was taller and heavier, his riding boots were silent on the snow, as the Siberian tiger's paws must have been like. About a kilometer from home they met Mrs. Roland and three servants with lanterns. Jiaqi!Mrs. Rowland yelled, holding up her skirt and running over. Mother rushed over to hug her like an old hen, and Jiaqi couldn't stop it at all.Madame Roland kissed her forehead and cheek.Jiaqi, silly girl.Where did you go?look at this weather!You will freeze to death outside. Mayou!Jiaqi protested loudly, it was embarrassing in front of Lord Tremais.I'm not going to the Antarctic, so I won't suffer from frostbite and gangrene. You've been a little out of sorts lately, that's why I'm so worried.come on let's hurry up Mrs. Roland finally found that there was a stranger beside Jiaqi and a very tall horse.She protects Jiaqi nervously. Jiaqi sighed.Mother, please let me introduce, this is the Marquis of Tremais.Sir, this is my mother, Madame Roland.Lord Marquis is very gracious, and he spared no effort to accompany me back, so that I will not find my way home in this blizzard. Although her tone was stinging, Mrs. Roland didn't take it seriously.Urge the Marquis!We thought you were still in Paris. Ma'am, term ended last week.He bows.I hope you will forgive me, I accidentally broke into the land of your family by mistake and met Miss Roland.She kindly allowed me to walk with her for a while. He turned to Jiaqi and also bowed.Miss Rowland, thank you for giving me this rare honor.Since Lingtang is taking care of you, I will take my leave first. You can't go back the way you came!Mrs. Roland exclaimed.With it being so dark and snowing, you're bound to get lost.Please be sure to come to the humble house to take shelter from the wind and snow. He repeatedly refused, but Mrs. Roland was very insistent, declaring that only a fool would trek back to Sanguizhuang in this weather, and whether he walked or rode, he would freeze to death in the end.So he had no choice but to agree to have dinner at Roland's house, and then Jun Jun went home in a warm and comfortable carriage. Jiaqi is not happy to see the situation develop like this.She just wanted to send Lord Tremais away, the sooner the better.The first time my mother saw him clearly in a well-lit place, she was fascinated by him. Although it was very funny, Jiaqi couldn't laugh.Mrs. Roland was so attentive to him, it was completely the attitude of a mother-in-law doting on her son-in-law. Seeing this situation, Jiaqi felt a sharp pain, as if she had been stabbed deep in her chest. However, Jiaqi still put on the most beautiful gown, black and blue silk with net gauze, and her hair was recombed three times.God bless her, she hoped to make him feel beautiful and attractive. At the dinner table, Mrs. Roland asked relentlessly, asking Sir Tremes to tell the big and small things in his 21 years of life in a clever way.His life seems to be very glamorous, he has lived in all the capitals of Europe and visited all the famous spa resorts. He had the poise of a prince without the arrogance common to most nobles.But his noble lineage is unquestionable. He is not only the heir of the Duke of England, but also the Weiduobach family on the maternal line is even more precious, with the Habsburg royal family of Austria, the Hohenzollern royal family of Germany, and even the Hannover royal family of England. We are all related, Saxon.Coburg.Every duke in the Principality of Gorda is his cousin. Although Carrington is handsome, if you get along with him for a long time, you will find that his jaw is slack, his lips are wet, and his eyes are empty; however, the handsome facial features of the Marquis of Tremes, coupled with his graceful demeanor and smart mind, make people more and more amazing. Mrs. Roland was obviously dazzled by him, and she kept hinting to Jiaqi with her eyes, asking her to talk more and show her charm. He is the perfect husband candidate.However, Jiaqi was deeply depressed. As time passed, his kind and pleasant attitude made her more and more painful and sad. There was no end to her torment.After dinner, Madame Roland asked him to play a piece, as the Duchess had said he was very good at the violin.He complied with the request, displaying a natural artistic presence.Jiaqi's eyes couldn't stop for a moment, looking at his flawless profile, his slender and powerful hands, and her own thighs in turn, desperately suppressing the desolate sadness that gradually seeped into the blood. The final blow to break her was yet to come.When he got up to bid farewell, he found that there was really a snowstorm outside.Mrs. Rowland proudly announced that, because of her foresight, she had sent a letter to his parents three hours ago, saying that, because of the worsening weather, he would stay for the night. Jiaqi wholeheartedly hoped that he would leave soon and never see each other again.With him under the same roof, so close that he could almost touch, how would she spend this night? Condon couldn't sleep, but not because of bed.He was used to different beds. Because he didn't have his own house, his family moved around in major cities in Europe, staying with different relatives, and always sleeping in other people's rooms. He did not deceive Mrs. Roland, he had indeed lived in various famous cities in Europe.He just didn't tell the embarrassing truth behind it.His parents were financially poor and could not afford a permanent residence. So they do the opposite of the wealthy elite.When everyone went to the seaside for the summer, they rented relatives' winter cottages in Nice; in winter, they did the reverse. Occasionally, relatives went abroad on adventures, and they were able to borrow the vacant house and settle down briefly, such as the time when Cousin Constantine left Athens for business in Argentina, and the two years when Cousin Nicolai went to China. At the age of thirteen, Condon took over the family business.At that time, he was used to dealing with creditors and managing servants, and he was able to learn a new language in a short period of time so that he could bargain with local traders and maximize the meager income of the family.He didn't mind being poor, but he hated lying and falsehood, like tonight.His parents were ignorant of the family's financial woes, and he didn't want to shatter their illusion of happiness. He can only relax when Lixiu Dora is together.They met in St. Petersburg, when the two families shared a carriage.He was fifteen years old and she was sixteen years old.She is as poor as he is, and lives in a resort at the odd season.They understood each other's situation and didn't need much explanation. But it wasn't Xiudora that made him sleepless, but Miss Roland. Before this chance encounter, he more or less guessed that Miss Roland might propose to combine his future title with her wealth.He also knew that turning down large sums of money would hurt him, since he had lived his whole life without money. However, he never expected Miss Roland to be so unique.She is realistic, resolute and pessimistic, and she is very cruel to herself, insisting that as long as she can use debts to force the Duke into the wedding hall, she will have nothing to ask for, and she does not need extra care from others. Although she was generally level-headed and shrewd, she was strangely easy to see tonight.She likes him.Because she liked him so much, when she knew she couldn't marry him, she didn't even show disappointment, just unhappy. To his surprise, he likes her too.She said to his face that he was a poor ghost with no status, how could he not like her?Since he was a child, except for his close relatives, he has always been secretive and cautious when getting along with others. Her straightforwardness made him feel fresh and new. But it's not her overly direct attitude towards people and things that keeps him awake at night, but her overflowing sexy charm. She wants to touch him.She showed it all night, whether she looked directly or secretly, her eyes expressed all her desires.After consummation you can leave and come back when you need an heir.The girl might still be a virgin, but she was anything but innocent.She knows a thing or two about these things. However, there was one thing she probably didn't know, but he had already seen it.Her indomitable character will definitely be like a storm in bed.No man can leave gracefully after sleeping with her. Even if he is exhausted, he will still try his best to be tender with her again. Cong Deng was half asleep and half awake, but suddenly he woke up.He kept the curtains and windshields open, as he had done for years, so that he could tell which country and which city he was in.The blizzard seemed to be over, and a silvery white moonlight came in through the window, clearly illuminating the doorway.A woman stood there in a nightgown, with her back against the door.Although he couldn't see her face, he instinctively thought it was Miss Roland. The nickname Jiaqi was too childish and really didn't suit her. Although this place is not as big and useless as the duke's mansion in Shengzhuzhuang, there are at least eighty or ninety rooms.His room was separated from the master's room. She definitely didn't come out to go to the bathroom and go the wrong way. She walked nearly 60 meters to find him. He was naked under the sheets.Although Mrs. Rowland generously lent Mr. Rowland's pajamas, he chose not to wear them because they were too tight. She stood there for a long time without moving, he was tired of waiting, although he didn't know what she was up to, but he really wanted to tell her to come in as soon as possible, or leave as soon as possible, and let him continue to toss and turn alone .Suddenly, she moved, and walked towards the bed with firm steps, stepping on the Persian carpet without the slightest sound. She knelt on the edge of the bed, her gaze was at his elbow level.Her loose long hair was as deep as the night, and her white pajamas seemed to be faintly glowing.He couldn't see her face clearly, but he could hear her disordered breathing, trembling slightly when inhaling, holding it for a few seconds, and then exhaling in one breath.Repeat, repeat. But she didn't move, what was she waiting for?After observing for so long, couldn't she be sure that he was really, completely asleep?He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, pretending she wasn't there.But her breath tickled the hairs on his arms, and his whole body was trembling with nerves.Her scent surrounds him, chamomile and gherkin, a warm pink fragrance. What exactly is she trying to do. She finally touched him, and flattened his bent fingers, first making their palms touch each other, then she clasped his fingers, her fingertips were very cold.A dangerous numbness passed through his body silently.She had been focusing on tasting him with those deep black eyes all night, making his blood boil for three hours, and now she even sneaked into his room.He wanted to pull her up and show her how stupid it was. Her hands are off.Fingers encircled his wrist, leaving a scorching iron-like burn on the cold skin.She brushed his arm slowly with two fingers, feeling as if there was nothing there.She knelt down to explore further, a lock of hair scratching the inside of his upper arm.The explosive pleasure almost made him lose control, and he bit his lower lip desperately to endure. Her fingers climbed to the top of her arms, and she spread her palms to cover his collarbone and shoulders.She hesitated for a moment, then slipped her palm up to his side.He heard a barely audible gasp, and she jerked her hand back.She was taken aback by the stubble.Her rawness turned him on as much as her boldness.She hadn't done this kind of thing before. Her hand came back, and this time it was the back of the hand. The strong skeleton was covered with delicate skin, and it lightly brushed along his lower head.Her thumb finds his lips and traces their shape carefully.He really wanted to lick her fingertips, but he could only suppress his impulse desperately.God, he's on fire, burning everywhere.On the side she couldn't see, he gripped the sheet tightly.She didn't know what kind of effect she had caused, otherwise she would never dare to continue. She moved again, half sitting on the bed.She lowered her head and let out a cascade of hair, strands of silky hair accumulated on his chest, as cool as a feather veil, stirring up a commotion. For a moment, he couldn't bear it anymore.A violent and raging desire seized him.He grabbed the front of her pajamas and pulled it down.She screamed and struggled with her arms, but he held her down effortlessly, turned over and let the two exchange up and down. His weight and her fear made her unable to move. There was only a thin pajamas between them.Jiaqi.Roland is full of femininity, with plump breasts, soft belly, and round and charming hips.He couldn't help moaning from the amazingly sweet pleasure.He kissed her ears, cheeks, neck, her shoulders through the soft flannel pajamas.He leaned lightly on the curve of her waist and hips with one hand, his fingers sinking into the firm youthful flesh.The rest of him wants to go deeper, more intensely, and more intensely. She pushed herself to the brink of losing her virginity, and now she can only let him deal with her.He can play as bad as he wants, and she will never say a word, she can only bite her lip to suppress moans and whimpers, because he will make her frantic and thirsty, just like him. He poisoned all his willpower, and finally let her go.He was extremely ashamed that he lacked self-control to be unfaithful to Xiudora, to take advantage of this girl in such a rude way, she did nothing wrong, she was just attracted to him.He turned away, mumbled a few times with his back to her, and pretended he had been dreaming. She hurried out of bed on all fours, but in no hurry to escape the room.She kept panting, as if she had just escaped a wolf's kiss, and she was still a werewolf.She was hoarse and wheezing, besides fear, she was more excited. He begged that she would get out by herself.Because if she didn't leave, if she climbed into bed again, he would definitely not be able to restrain it. She walked towards the bed, and the sound of her soft footsteps sounded like gunfire in the dark night to him.His blood was thick and throbbing.His chest was more painful and thirsty.She took another step forward and stood by the bed again.He clenched his fist tightly, and his nails sank into the palm of his hand. The pain was so painful that he felt that he must be bleeding. She rushed out and slammed the door shut.He heard her run down the corridor, felt the vibration of the floor through the mattress. The room was quiet again, and he turned over and lay on his back, letting out the breath he had been holding back.His cock stood erect, hot and in need of satisfaction.He smacked hard, relentlessly, but the thing just bounced and got hungrier. He sighed, reached out and took it, letting his imagination run wild. Jiaqi was hot all over, at one moment it was the flames of hell, at another moment it was the ecstasy of heaven, but mainly it was the shame and lust of the world. She almost crawled back into Marquis Tremais's bed.She played it all out in her head: the passion, the lingering, the regret, the consequences.In the end he had to marry her because it was honorable to do so, despite his loathing for her, despite his arguably utter innocence. She looked at him with her whole body, her whole heart.It was the first time she met such a person who could keep pace with her, relieve her endless loneliness, and comfort all sorrows.If she could have him, but she stopped herself.Because this kind of behavior is too low, her self-esteem can not accept.She never cared what other people thought of her, but she hoped to win his favor and longed for his favor. After a never-ending night, it was finally time to change and go downstairs for breakfast.She thought no one would be there, but when she walked into the breakfast room, she found that he had already arrived first.Her face was hot again. He was reading the Illustrated London News, and when she came in he put down the ironed paper and stood up.Miss Rowland, he displayed excellent manners and breeding.Good morning. She didn't answer right away.She couldn't make a sound, and all she could think about was the feeling of being pinned down by him, his agitation all against her, and there was only a layer of flannel between her thighs. But he didn't wake up, so he doesn't remember what happened. Lord Tremais, did you sleep well? He met her eyes, his eyes were steady and simple.Oh, I slept like a dead man. He slept soundly, and she tormented all night longing for him, reproaching herself for being shameless and praising herself for being brave.She recalled every thrilling moment over and over again, revisiting the ups and downs of his body, the touch of his skin, and his masculine breath. The weight of being pressed by him made her frightened and intoxicated. He smiles at her.She instantly realized that she was in love with him, and it felt like being hit in the temple with a big mallet.She fell in love with him headlessly and hopelessly. Overnight, she became a fool.