Chapter 6 Chapter Six

December 1882 Miss Rowland wasn't just throwing stones into the water.Although a layer of thin brown ice had formed on both sides of the creek, there was still a narrow stream of water in the middle.She aimed at that spot and threw the stone, thump, thump, thump.There are no particular rules.Sometimes she threw more than a dozen stones in a row, and sometimes it took a minute or two before she heard a plop.The action of throwing stones seemed to record her mood. After the confusion, there was a long period of reflection, and then it was replaced by another wave of irritability. With no more stones to throw, she sat on a tree stump, her chin resting on her knees; the long royal-blue cloak fluttered around her ankles in a gust of wind.Standing on the hill on the opposite bank, Condon couldn't see her face clearly under the brim of her hat, but he could feel the loneliness emanating from her, which echoed the loneliness deep in his heart.

His mind was full of her all day. He had already accepted the reality many years ago, and when interacting with Xiudora, it was inevitable that he would encounter such temptations.She still couldn't make up her mind to marry him, and they hadn't seen each other for a year and a half. Some women see young people who are good-looking but not promiscuous as a challenge. There are such women in all major cities in Europe, regardless of whether they are rich or poor.Since he was sixteen years old, women have thrown him in their arms from time to time. If he can earn a franc, a mark or a ruble every time, he can retire early to the countryside and live in seclusion as a wealthy country gentleman.

He always declined, and sometimes he could get rid of it only by being righteous, and occasionally he had to use some tricks.He is a man with a sense of honor. Since his heart belongs to him, how can he let other women sleep in his bed? Not easy, but not impossible.Being busy helps unwind, and it helps that he's not morally or intellectually against self-relieving.Focusing on academics is also very effective, thermodynamic equations and advanced calculus can keep the mind away from the breasts and buttocks. But now nothing works.The holy pillar was too big to resist, and he was busy all day long, but Miss Roland still broke into his mind all the time.Although he vented secretly in the bedroom, fantasies about her as the main character still kept pouring in, which made him even more impetuous the next day.Her breasts and buttocks made him dizzy, not to mention those ecstasy eyes and plump cool hair, he became slow and dull, and it took a long time to calculate a simple quadratic equation, let alone deal with it. Logarithmic integration problem.

It would have been nice if it had just been a pure libido, after all he was a vigorous young man, and he was steadfast in his chastity.But he didn't just want to touch her, he wanted to know her. Although Xiudora's mother is strong and domineering, she is nothing compared to Mrs. Roland. She can be said to be the patron saint of all ambitious mothers in the world.At least the Countess of Schebenberg could still use poverty as an excuse, and her daughter had to marry into a good family to have a secure future.Mrs. Roland's impetus comes entirely from her own unfulfilled dreams, and this driving force is stronger than the devil's whip.

But Miss Roland was not afraid of her mother, not at all.Mrs. Rowland admired her daughter, and her feats made her mother wonder.In order to climb to the top of the class, her wealth is like Hannibal's elephant soldier, successfully conquering the contempt of the nobles like the Alps, and the unsuspecting London upper class was beaten to pieces. Two days after that chance encounter, he paid an official visit to Roland's home, and his parents, younger sister Claudia, and younger brother Christophe also went there.As far as he could see, Heather was full of Greek marble sculptures, Louis XIV furniture, and Renaissance paintings. His family was so impressed that he asked the owner to show them around.

His parents continued to chat with Mrs. Roland, and Miss Roland took three guests of the same generation as her to visit, visiting the living room, study room, and sunroom one by one.Christopher became more and more impatient, and when they visited the gallery and saw a small portrait of Carrington, which should have been an engagement gift, he finally couldn't help throwing away his courtesy , showing the rough nature of a fourteen-year-old boy. Mother used to say that Carrington was not a good thing, Christopher said.It seems that as long as you have a strawberry leaf crown, you are willing to marry, even if you are a low-born child.

She didn't even stop.Sir Christopher, considering the plight of your family and your endless charm, I dare say that you are willing to marry any wealthy daughter, even if you are illiterate with missing teeth. Seeing his younger brother's disheveled appearance, Cong Deng couldn't help laughing until his cheeks ached.Although Christopher was rude, he was the son of the Duke of England and the grandson of the Prince of Bavaria after all. If it were any other young lady of low status, he would have chosen to suffer the humiliation silently, at most with a smile.However, she gave that kid a hard lesson, letting him understand his situation, cruel and effective, he was simply a natural beast.

Her mother adorned her home with artifacts, Mycenaean bronzes, older Cretan coats of arms, and Pharaoh-era papyrus inlaid in glass, lest anyone forget her knowledge.However, Miss Roland is different. Even if she can distinguish the works of the ancient Greek writers Antiphanes and Aristophanes, she doesn't think it is necessary to tell the world.She wholeheartedly wants to marry into a noble family, but her patriarchal ancestors may have washed clothes and carried coal for those noble families, but she doesn't mind, thank you for your concern. He appreciates her confidence.She is well aware of the value of her status, and even if someone criticizes her ancestors for their low status, she will not deny her origin.But she refuses to tolerate fools, and refuses to pretend to be kind. Such a character will make her walk in the future lonely, no matter whether she fails or succeeds, she will have no one to accompany her.

Condon led the horse to the point where the bank almost touched the water, and mounted to prepare to cross the stream.As soon as he was on the other side, he dismounted and tied the bridle, but she was already on her feet and began to brush the dust off her skirt. Miss Rowland.Impulsive, he didn't reach out to hold her, but pressed her shoulders and kissed her cold and tender cheeks.He was still a foreigner to the people of the neighborhood, and he didn't mind taking advantage of it.Please forgive me, I probably thought I was still in France. Their eyes are entangled.Her eyes were almost completely dark, and the line between the pupil and the iris was difficult to distinguish, and had to be seen at an unethical distance.She lowered her eyes for a moment, her slender eyelashes lined with her fair skin, forming a strong contrast.She raised her eyes to look at him again.No need to apologize, my lord.It's nothing to flirt a little with a woman you don't want to marry.I do not mind.

He should be embarrassed, but he isn't.Do you often flirt with the man you never want to marry? How can it be.she says.Even the man I want to marry, I won't flirt easily. cute little tiger.Frank and powerful during the day, tender and tender at night.You'll only settle debts with them, he teased.This sentence drew her smile.I like to be straightforward. Just a simple sentence, he actually felt hot all over.If she had been more straightforward that day, he would definitely have locked her in bed until Mrs. Roland came to find someone the next day. It was cold, he said.You should go inside.

The winter here is still mild. If it is in the really cold north, a cup of hot chocolate may not be enough to keep her warm, but a bottle of vodka and a naked man are needed to accompany her. she sighs.I know.My toes are freezing.But here I can hide from my mother and be quiet for a while.Since the day you came to stay overnight, she has been talking about you all day long.She doesn't believe that I have tried my best, but I still can't make you her son-in-law. Since I got engaged to Carrington successfully, she thought that I could make a man come to propose marriage automatically only by my thoughts. I can help break her dream, he said. She shook her head.She had met Miss Schebenberg last season.I don't mean to belittle her, but no matter what you say, my mother would not believe that she is more suitable for you than me. It was hard for him to refute.Standing beside her, knowing that under her cynical and cold eyes, there is a fiery longing for him hidden, and knowing how she feels under his body, it is difficult for him not to let himself forget his noble sentiments. But he can't be that selfish.Xiudora needs him.This world frightened her, and he couldn't leave her alone to face the ever-changing world alone. Miss Roland looked at the small watch hanging on her wrist.Oops, it's half past three.I have to go home quickly, or my mother will look for me everywhere again. She held out her hand for him to hold.Farewell, Lord Tremaus. After shaking hands, he didn't let go. He didn't want to let her go.What he wanted was not the wild love in the spring dream, but to keep her by his side for a while in a decent way. Too bad his mind went on strike. He couldn't think of any way, and he couldn't let go of her hand. Jiaqi's heart was in a mess, hope and worry collided with each other.A moment earlier they had shown the best of manners, every move was in full compliance with social norms, and not a single gesture was wrong.Then, suddenly, he owed her an apology or a kiss. But she got neither.He just took a step back, tilted his head and smiled wistfully.I suck, right? that's all.There was no hasty explanation, no embarrassment, and no room for her to argue. If she insisted on asking him to apologize, she would look like a bumpkin or a psychopath. She looked up at him.There is straightforward admiration in the eyes.She has only now discovered that this man is good at dealing with situations that may damage his reputation, and his smooth way of getting away with ease makes her feel both admiration and uneasiness.Maybe he really was just flirting with her, as a way to pass the time while on vacation in the country. Only you can judge, my lord, she said. Ride back on my horse, he said. There was a look of extreme horror on his face, as if he had announced loudly in front of the parents of both parties that he wanted to get under her petticoat and never come out. Before, he had been very careful about her fear of the horse, led the horse forward at a slow speed, and tried not to let the horse get close to her, but now he completely forgot about it.Her heart leaped for joy.Although he was calm on the surface, in fact he was just as distraught, maybe even more serious than her, that's why he made such a slip of the tongue. I don't ride, she reminded him. He took a deep breath, and the forced sound was probably the closest he could get to shame. Why?He returned to his usual calm and self-possession.I think Lingtang should not forget to ask someone to teach you horsemanship, right? She shrugged.She did not forget.Yes I don't want to ride. tell me why.You seem to be the kind of person who likes to ride horses, and that kind of control and freedom should be a kind of enjoyment for you. Oh, she does.She used to love horseback riding, but she fell twice, broke three ribs the second time, and fractured her right arm in two places.I am simply afraid of horses. Why are you afraid of horses?Compared with the Duke's widow, the horse is much gentler and more reasonable.I hear you are not afraid of those old ladies. He really knows how to lure her into telling her secrets, his attitude is gentle but persistent, and he wants to know her at least it seems.He didn't want her money, she offered to give it to him but was rejected.He cares about her. I fell twice.The second time it hurt badly. But he still shook his head.According to your personality, you were back on your horse before the doctor allowed you to get out of bed.What on earth happened? He meddles too much, cares too much.Especially since he has already given his heart to another woman, he is not qualified to ask.She opened her mouth to reprimand him, but she heard herself say: There is a man who was interested in my money and proposed marriage but was rejected.He resented my mother for not letting him get close to me, and turned to take it out on me.With the little money he had left, he bought our groom. She didn't hurt the first time she fell because she slowed down just as the saddle strap snapped and she just slid off the horse's back and landed on a soft spot, but he tried again.I'm lucky.The doctor said I was likely to break my spine, and I would have to stay in bed for the rest of my life, not two months. The man who almost paralyzed Jiaqi was named Henry.Hyde, who was arrested two days later on other charges.He was so short of money that he jumped the wall, and even tried to poison the widowed old aunt, just for the five hundred pounds she left him in her will.In the end he died in prison. Lord Tremais listened intently.His eyes were serious, and she couldn't tell if it was anger or sadness.She regretted that she should be honest, why bother to let him add this ugly burden for nothing? Please wait here, he said.I will be right back. He led the horse when he returned.Although he is tall, his movements are calm and graceful. Although his steps seem to be leisurely, they are actually very fast.His riding boots reached half the length of his thighs, and she had to exert great restraint to hold her gaze, so as not to follow the line of the leather pants and look all the way up to places she shouldn't be looking at. Can you take a walk with me?His tentative tone could not tell what he was thinking. Of course good.She didn't know what he wanted to do, but it didn't matter.As long as she could be with him, she would do anything.As long as he asks, she is willing to offer her virginity at any time, regardless of whether there is a marriage contract. After meeting him, every morning when she woke up, she felt a sweet and excruciating pain in her heart.It was the great joy and the great fear of being in love, and she didn't know how to get through the day without him, or if she could bear to see him again. The terrain rises and falls, becoming a flat grassland, gray and yellow in winter, lined with dense forests.They went on until they came to a hitching post that had not been used for many years.Lord Tremais stopped and fastened the horse, took off all the saddles and put them on the ground one by one. What are you doing.She became suspicious.Do you want to go back on a naked horse? Come closer, he demanded.I want you to look at me. Of course, no problem, anyway, as long as he was around, she could only look at him. He looked into the eyes and ears of the horse, stroked the horse's legs with both hands, and lifted the four hooves one by one to check.Actually we should sell the horse, he said.Carrington Souma has good vision, but unfortunately not so good for finances. He took the saddle blanket and put it on the horse's back after smoothing it out. Then he placed the stirrups on the saddle and shortened the belt so as not to hit the horse while riding.When he was done, he raised the saddle and put it on the horse's back with infinite gentleness, as if putting a baby in a cradle, and finally he adjusted the saddle tail slightly in front of the horse's hump, so that when the rider mounted the horse, , the saddle will slide into the correct position and the horsehair will stay straight. She was very surprised.Most gentlemen do not work hard, and the heaviest thing they ever carry is a shotgun at most, but he is very familiar with the work of a groom, as if he has done it thousands of times.His movements are concise and efficient, not only fast, very attentive, but also very appropriate.She began to understand why he had such a magnificent posture, not only his natural self-confidence, but also the accumulation of knowledge and experience. Come and touch your girth, he demanded. She does.The straps are solid and very well maintained.He also had her test the buckle straps to make sure with her own eyes that everything was securely fastened to the saddle.Then he fastened the girth and tightened it, making sure that there was enough room between him and the horse's belly for a finger, so as not to strangle the horse. Standing by the horse's head, he ordered the horse to raise each of its front legs, made sure the saddle was in the correct position and smoothed out any creases in the saddle pad.When he was finally satisfied that the saddle was properly placed, he reinstalled the bridle, allowing her to see with her own eyes that all protective measures were correct, and that every process had been carefully confirmed. You should guess what I want you to do, right?he said with a smile.It is not horses that you are afraid of, but people who have evil intentions against you. She shrugged.Is there any difference? He held out a hand.I love seeing you without fear. The memory came back, overwhelming.She went back to the endless moments at that time, the fear and panic, the feeling of falling, the scream that tore her chest, the depression when she was recuperating, she just wanted to lie on the bed and take opium to sleep, and never wake up again. After this incident, she became more determined to marry into the best family.She didn't want to be hurt because of her wealth.She would rather be a hunter than a prey.Three months later, Shinanyuan successfully transferred the ownership.A few weeks later, she fired her first shot in the direction of Sanzhuzhuang. She took Tritons' hand.He squeezed it lightly, always looking into her eyes.Are you ready? It's not side saddle, she said. I can feel that you should be in the saddle, he is very confident in his instincts.Come on, just ride fifty meters and take a slow walk.I'll hold on to the reins. She knows what he wants to do.He wants her to overcome her fears, and with his help, she can achieve difficult goals.If someone else had led her to this point, she would likely have taken up the challenge because she didn't want to be outdone. But he is different.She wasn't afraid of not being strong enough in front of him.It doesn't seem to matter when she's with him, she can be honest, she can be frustrated, she can even be horrified at times. She was willing to ride that horse just to make him happy, to make him feel like she was making a real difference in her life.Maybe she can really ride the full fifty meters, as long as she clings to it desperately, as long as she prays sincerely, there will always be a god who has a little mercy on the domineering lonely woman. If it's because I'm worried I'll peek at your slender ankles, he said briskly.I swore I wouldn't do that. You shouldn't even be lifting my ankles, and you're not slender at all.Her shoes were plain, too, not lace-encrusted Crocs.The design of that kind of boots is to accidentally reveal from the hem of the skirt, making the legs of the man who just feasts his eyes weak. That's for self-assessment.OK, want to ride? Well, just fifty meters. Although such an adventure is crazy, it is worth it to see his admiring eyes.He got down on one knee and clasped his hands.She sighed tremblingly, took the rein with one hand, grabbed the saddle tail with the other, and stepped on his palm with her left foot.He pushed hard, and her right leg crossed the horse's hip, and she was in the saddle in an instant. Birds snorted and moved.She screamed and tried frantically to grab the reins.He grabbed her arm instantly. Don't be afraid, he murmured, she wasn't sure if it was the horse or her.Don't be afraid. Then he looked up.For the first time since her father passed away, she saw eyes that reassured her so much.Don't worry.I won't let anything happen to you. I shouldn't have asked you to marry me, I should have hired you as a groom, she said. He just smiled.pay close attention. He led the horse forward at a slow pace.God, she's at least four meters off the ground, and it's getting farther and farther away.She has forgotten the feeling of sitting on a tall horse.She knew the horse's movements were very gentle and slow, but she felt like she was sitting on the back of a wild horse, ready to be thrown off at any moment.Her stomach started churning.She wanted to hug the horse's neck, clamp the horse's belly, and use all her strength to cling on.She wants to be carving off the horse. You are not Lord Tremaus, are you?Because she was too eager to distract her mind, she talked and laughed.You're actually a beggar who looks exactly like him, and the two of you wanted to have some fun, so you decided to swap identities and fool everyone. he laughed.Ha, I am indeed poor. You said that I was a poor ghost with no status, and you described it very correctly.The difference is that I'm related to royal families all over Europe.So sometimes I would wear fine clothes to drink champagne with noble relatives, and sometimes I would change into tattered clothes and work hard in the stalls.Honestly, we shouldn't have horses at all.But my father said it would be disgraceful not to have a horse, and it would be better to save the shoes and the hat altogether.I can't persuade him to save money in this regard. He was so frank that she forgot for a moment the fear of falling off the horse.Your parents allowed you to mess around like this. They pretended not to know and chose to believe that I was good at housekeeping and spending.And without getting my own hands dirty.They also pretended not to know that I made money by gambling at school. gambling. Just a game of chance.I propose a prize, and then design a game for my classmates to challenge, especially those who are not good at math.For example, if you line up six coins face up while blindfolded, the winner can take away one pound, but you have to pay one shilling for each participation.I win every time. God, she said in a breathy voice.Haven't you ever been caught? For that little money?He sneered.No, I haven't been caught.In the eyes of the professor, I am the most polite, well-behaved, and promising student. His mischievous tone is so cute.He was really polite, well behaved (in her personal experience), and very promising.But he's also very smart and quick-witted and doesn't stick to the rules. Why did fate tempt her like this?Obviously he is such a perfect and suitable object, but he has no chance to get it at all. Are you omnipotent? Of course, he laughed.It's just that there are some things I'm not very good at, like my cooking is terrible.I tried my best, but my family would rather starve to death than eat the cheap dishes I cooked. Just imagining it is amazing enough.Even before inheriting the title, he was also a blood relative of the princes and nobles. This person's blood is so noble, but he has cooked in front of the stove, and success is not the point.Such unbelievable things have happened, maybe even the British crown prince will go to build the railway himself. She suddenly thought of something even more astonishing.Have you considered working for a living? That's right.But lately I've been a little hesitant.The title of nobility brings many obstacles, even if it is just a false title without a land, but I will inherit the land in the future.Managing an inheritance is a noble and time-killing job.He shrugged, his sleeves brushing against the hem of her skirt but that wasn't the job I wanted. What kind of work do you want to do? Engineer, he replied comfortably.I am majoring in mechanics at Polytechnic Institute. Your parents said you studied physics or economics. My parents still don't want to admit it.They felt that the mechanical feeling was too mundane, reminiscent of oil, smoke and soot. But why do you want to be an engineer?Her father worked with many engineers during his lifetime. Most of them were serious and serious, only thinking about work, and had nothing to do with the elegant Marquis beside her. I love building things and doing things with my hands. She shook her head.Hands, the future duke loves labor.You must not tell others what you just said, she warned.No one will understand. I don't usually say it, but the reason I'm telling you is because you spend as much time on your accounts and career as you do on your clothes.You, like me, are working to redefine normal. She never saw herself that way.She sees herself as a rebel by nature, blind to established constraints, rather than an adventurer who loves the new and the unknown.Maybe the two are actually the same thing, defining each other. She watched him as he walked with deliberate steps, one pair of gloved hands holding the leash firmly, the other outstretched, skimming the soft, low-hanging branches of the old willow. I didn't finish her sentence. old willow.They passed old willow trees.This means that they are at least two hundred meters away from the hitching post.She couldn't believe it, but when she looked back, the hitching post was only the size of a match. Um?He urged her on, continuing his slow pace. She turned her head again to confirm that she had read correctly.It was true, she had ridden more than two hundred meters, and the feeling of nausea and dizziness disappeared unconsciously, and she no longer held on to the rein desperately, but held it loosely almost at will. Because I talked too much with him, the impossible happened.She forgot her fear, and her body relaxed to find a very familiar rhythm. We seem to have walked more than fifty meters, she said softly. He looked back.That's right. You already knew about fifty meters, right? He didn't answer directly.Want to help you down? Do you want it?She suddenly felt dizzy again, not because of fear, but because she didn't feel fear and cared too much, like a patient who had been suffering from a painful disease for a long time and suddenly healed, that kind of miracle of God's grace. He backs away.Go ahead, he said. She rode the horse and galloped, and the feeling was as fresh as early spring, light and light like walking on the water.In an instant, she fully embraced that ecstasy, and regained her youth and fearlessness.The horse seemed to sense her joy, and galloped away. She galloped freely, the horse's hooves made regular and rattling sounds, the dense evergreen forest passed by the edge of sight, and the strong wind was slightly chilly, but it couldn't extinguish her fiery vitality.If you can condense all these feelings, you will get the essence of joy. She heard herself laughing, out of breath, with unbelievable joy.She urged the horse to speed up again, feeling its strength and spirit seep into her viscera and sinews. After the bird sped up another slope, she finally reined in and turned back.Lord Tremais waited at the same place, he whistled with his thumb and forefinger against his teeth, and his bright voice conveyed unspoken congratulations.She giggled and felt it reach her ears; in response she trotted towards him as if she were a medieval warrior and he the target of a javelin throw. He ran over, with light and quick steps like a beast on the African grassland, and arrived just as she slowed down.She kicked off the stirrups and threw herself into his open arms.He caught it easily, as if the momentum and her weight were nothing, he lifted her high and circled. I did it!She yelled, forgetting about ladyhood because she was too excited. You did it!He yelled almost simultaneously. They looked at each other and smiled happily.He put her down, but still held her waist with both hands.She happily continued to put his shoulders.Thanks to you, otherwise I would not be able to do it. Don't compliment me, I'm not very humble. she laughed.Great, I hate modesty more than anything. And love him so much that my heart flies.He succeeded.She originally restricted herself and gave up all horse riding-related activities, but he helped her find a precious joy in life by persuading, inducing, and leading. Her hand crept towards his collar, and before she knew it, she had already held his face with both hands, and her ring finger was stroking his earlobe.He stood still, the smile in his eyes turned into a deep and quiet concentration, his expression almost made her frightened, but he bit his lip. Her thumb traced the vague outline along his collarbone, his eyes were focused and did not blink, and she could clearly feel the weight of his gaze.Two similar souls merge into one in the joy of successful cooperation. This is their moment, and it should be. She stretched out her hands in lambskin gloves, spread her fingers into his hair, and pulled his head down.She wanted him, needed him, and they were perfect for each other.A kiss, just a kiss.He must also understand, not only in his heart, but also in his mind at once. He didn't stop her.He obeyed the gentle movements of her hands, and looked down at her, his fascinated eyes seemed to be under a spell.She was filled with joy, he finally woke up, and finally understood how unique and rare the bond between the two was. She was close enough to count the distance of his eyelashes, but couldn't continue. No, his voice was a whisper.I have a commitment to another woman. Joy instantly turned into a cold dagger and pierced her heart.Her hands and feet froze, but she still refused to believe it, just like a mother refusing to accept that her child died violently for no reason.Do you really want to marry Miss Schebenberg? I said I wanted to marry her, but he didn't answer directly. Does she really care?Jiaqi could hardly hide her bitterness. he sighed.I care. Her hands slumped down.Hope turned to ashes in an instant, and her chest ached.But the embers of hope still smolder like sparks in hot cinders.What if you didn't make a promise to her? What if my cousin chose the safer way of expressing his disdain for London?His eyes were ruthless and poisonous, full of cruel tenderness and melancholy acceptance of fate.Life is hard enough, stop torturing yourself with assumptions. Although Karim's sudden death caused her to lose many opportunities, she did not feel sad and troubled because those opportunities brought only status and power, but a miscalculated deal.As the daughter of an industrialist, she understands that no matter how carefully she takes care of it, the desired fruit may not necessarily grow on the tree. But when she met Marquis Tremais, she lost all objective detachment. You have proposed to Miss Schebenberg. Soon.He said it clearly.I will speak next time we meet. Although she was unwilling to accept it, she gradually understood that no matter what happened, he would definitely marry Miss Schebenberg.He has chosen this path, and neither riches nor carnal pleasures can divert him from it. His one answer influenced her life's happiness.In the past, she didn't care whether she could get happiness at all, but now he brought down destruction.In this case, when she was riding a horse happily running just now, he should have shot the horse to death and let her fall to death together. Good luck to both of you, she said.Thanks to the strict training of her mother all her life, she can barely maintain the illusion of dignity at this moment, and let her throat utter these words. He bowed and handed over the reins.It was getting dark, and it was safer to ride home. He helped her onto the horse.They shook hands goodbye, this time his hand didn't linger. After riding for a kilometer, Jiaqi suddenly thought that Sir Tremes didn't know where Miss Schebenburg was at this time. During the social season last year, Mrs. Roland showed her kindness and invited the Countess and Miss Schebenberg to a garden party.The other party replied with a long letter and declined, expressing with infinite humility that they had already left London. She thought it was strange at first, because the end of July was the peak season for marriage proposals, and the mother and daughter wanted to find a wealthy husband, but they would leave at this time.It was rumored that the Schebenberg family had to leave early because of tight debts.She was not surprised at all, they probably underestimated the cost of the London social season; or maybe this was their usual trick, but this time they overestimated the patience of the landlord and creditors. She didn't care about the truth at the time, so she didn't particularly pursue it.She doesn't care now, but the point is that Jiaqi doesn't know where Miss Schebenburg is and where she is going at this time, and Lord Tremais also doesn't know anything.Judging by Miss Schebenberg's indecisive personality, he should be the only one who is keen on correspondence. There was a part of her that was afraid of the thoughts in her head.There are monsters in front of you, don't break into the forbidden area.However, just as a wooden fence cannot stop a train moving at full speed, her thoughts cannot stop, repeating like a clock ticking, if if if if Suppose Miss Schebenberg had married someone else.Suppose Lord Tremais believed she was married. Her reason begged her not to take this path.I can't even think about it. But reason is no match for the colic in my heart, and it is also no match for the urgent need to get him.As long as she can have him for a year, a month, or even a day, she is willing to bear anything. Since he refused to give a chance, she had to create it herself, no matter how righteous or despicable it was, no matter how much the cost was, even if the plague spread and locusts ravaged, they could not stop her.