Chapter 8 chapter eight

December 1882 Three days after the meeting between Condon and Miss Roland, the postman delivered Xiudora's letter at noon.On the letter paper scented with roses, it was written that she was about to marry a Polish nobleman; the so-called impending marriage was actually a thing of the past.The letter was written two days before the wedding, but it took another three days before it was mailed. Condon couldn't imagine Showora getting married.All humans in general made her nervous, even him to a certain extent, though she allowed him to hold hands and kiss.She is happiest when away from everyone.For example, a castle in the Alps, without any neighbors, only cattle come to graze in summer.

He is very worried about her.Still, he couldn't contain the wave of excitement the news brought.Lust, carnal obsession, sensual confusion.Even if there are many ways to say it, it is still the coveting of greed.He wanted Miss Roland, wanted to laugh and burn with her.It is now possible. The premise is that you must marry her. Marriage is not a child's play, but a lifetime commitment, which should not be hastily decided.He tried his best to think rationally, but, like all the young men whose minds were full of lust since ancient times, he could only think of how enthusiastic Miss Roland would be on their wedding night.He never thought that he was such a person.

It was quite possible that she would come to him herself before he could go to her room.She would allow him to keep all the lights on, to feast his eyes greedily.She would spread her legs wide and wrap them tightly around him.He would even tell her to open her eyes wide to see her blushing cheeks, eyes blurred with desire, to hear her moans and whimpers of pleasure. God, he's going to keep flirting with her for days. He fought with man and nature all night, but in fact, charming fantasy accounted for most of it, and rational calculation was very little.Condon intends to leave the decision to fate.If Miss Roland appeared by the stream again, he would propose to her within a week.If she doesn't show up, then take it as an omen given by God, and make a decision after the next semester is over, so as to gain more time to seriously consider it.

He waited all day on the bank of the stream, pacing up and down, just missing the climb up the leafless trees.But she didn't come, didn't come in the morning, didn't come in the afternoon, and still didn't come when it was dark.That's when he knew he was hopeless.Not only was he very dissatisfied with fate, but he decided to kick it aside. He rode his horse back to the stable and ordered his servants to get ready for the four-wheeled carriage immediately. The servant hesitated, and asked Jiaqi with his eyes.She barely talked through dinner and was pushed aside. The plates were removed and replaced with confit pears for dessert.

Mrs. Rowland picked up her fork.Jiaqi.Why didn't you eat?Don't you like venison? Jiaqi then picked up a fork and forked a piece of pear out of the transparent sugar water.Her worried look was all too obvious.Mother never worried that she was eating too little, on the contrary, Mrs. Roland was always worried that Jiaqi's appetite was too strong, and she was afraid that she would not be able to tighten her waist and not meet the standard of a gourd figure. She looked at the fork, the simple act of putting the food in her mouth, but she couldn't do it.Already her fields are turning over, and she's not sure she can handle the syrup-soaked fruit.

She put down her fork.I'm not hungry. Because she was full of fear. What she did was unreasonable, and most likely broke the law.To make matters worse, she not only committed fraud, but also botched.She was too impatient, and her plan was too rough, even a fool could smell a conspiracy, and chased her all the way to her door. What would Lord Tremais do if he found out?What would he think of her? A footman came in and said a few words to Hollis the steward, and then Hollis told Mrs. Roland that Lord Tremais was visiting, madam.Do you want to ask him to wait until dinner is over? Fortunately, Jiaqi had given up pretending to eat, otherwise she would have vomited all over her hands.

Mrs. Rowland stood up, glowing with excitement.You can't neglect your guests.We immediately go to meet.Come on, Jiaqi.Lord Tremais came all the way to visit, probably not for me. Mrs. Rowland must have heard the wedding bells, but the shadow of doom hung over Jiaqi.She will be like the mad spinster in Dickens's Great Expectations, who will die alone in a deserted manor in her wedding dress, with acrimony that will make everyone's life miserable. She had no choice but to go out with her mother.She is gloomy and melancholy, like a pawn following a general. The general is optimistic and expects a glorious victory, but the pawn only sees the coming sea of ​​bloodshed.

He stood in the middle of the reception room.He was the focus of her desire and the reason for her ruin.He is the son of a nobleman, the ideal husband, tends the horses himself, and presides over decent games of odds. Sir Trevors, said Mrs. Rowland with much air.Every time you come, you make the humble house flourish.Come here at this time, what's the matter? Mrs. Roland, Miss Roland.Did he glance at her.Is the flash of longing in his eyes or severe reproach?Sorry to bother you so late. Nonsense, said Mrs. Rowland briskly.You are always welcome in our home.Quickly answer my question, I'm dying of curiosity.

I would like to have a few words with Miss Roland alone. Sir Tremes' direct attitude is breath-taking.I hope you will allow me, Mrs. Rowland. Except for a severe concussion, Jiaqi had never passed out in her life, but now she felt like she was going to pass out.There were only two possibilities for the purpose of his visit.Expose her evil deeds, or ask her to marry you.A few days ago she could hardly have imagined herself thinking this way, but now she desperately hoped it was the former.He'd call her a scum, she'd beg for mercy, and he'd walk away, and she'd go back to her room and lock the door, banging her head against the wall until the siding crumbled.

No problem, of course, Mrs. Roland agreed, her excitement restrained admirably. She left the reception room and closed the door behind her.Jiaqi didn't dare to look at him, she believed that this evasive movement had revealed her crime. He walked up to her.Miss Roland, will you marry me? These were the most unexpected words she had ever heard in her life, and her blood coagulated.She raised her head abruptly, meeting his eyes.Three days ago, you were determined to marry someone else. Today I want to marry you with all my heart. What happened during this time.Why did you suddenly change your mind.

I have a letter from Miss Schebenberg.She had married into the noble Ropenmorski family. No, actually not.Jiaqi found a list of European nobles in her mother's collection, and chose this surname at random.She carefully studied Miss Schebenberg's reply letter, fabricated the content by herself, and subtly integrated Miss Schebenberg's slightly apologetic weakness and melancholy.Then she went to Briarfield's gamekeeper, an old man who had been a master forger in his youth and who had spoiled her like a granddaughter. That's right, she said feebly.So you choose to be pragmatic. My decision was partly based on practical considerations, he said calmly, as he approached again, she could even smell the cold winter breath on his coat.But even if I want to break my head, I can't remember those reasons now. He lifted her chin to kiss her. She had kissed men before, quite a few times, usually because proms were boring or because she rebelled against her mother's strict discipline.Thinking that this kind of behavior is just weird and not funny, sometimes she will study the man who kissed her with wide eyes, estimating how much he is in debt. But as soon as it touched the lips of Lord Tremais, she was immediately fascinated, like a child who tasted candy for the first time, completely conquered by the sweetness.His kiss is as soft as meringue, as soft as the opening paragraph of a moonlight sonata, as moist as the first spring rain after a long drought. Feeling dizzy and magical, she threw herself into the kiss.Simply being kissed could no longer satisfy her, she held his face and kissed back fiercely, far beyond passion, closer to reckless, trembling and wild. She heard a muffled groan deep in his throat, and felt the excited changes in his body.He broke the kiss, pushed her away to arm's length, stared at her, breathing heavily and with difficulty. God, if it weren't for your mother who eavesdropped on him blinking twice outside the door, barely regaining consciousness.It means you are willing. Not quite yet.She can still regain her noble sentiments, confess and apologize quickly, at least she can retain her respect for herself. But will lose him.After knowing the truth, he will definitely despise her.She couldn't face his anger, his contempt.She absolutely cannot live without him.Can't say now, not yet. She put her arms around his neck, her cheek against his shoulder.I do. He hugged her tightly, her joy mixed with fear, but she had made her choice.She wants to have him, for better or worse.She will hide it as much as possible, the longer the better. After marriage, she would look at his sleeping figure and marvel at her good fortune, pretending not to know that fear was eating at her soul. Condon didn't know that he could be so happy.Some people claim to be able to get bliss from the cosmic pulse, but Condon doesn't believe this nonsense.He never wakes up early in the morning to take a deep breath and feel life. He is poor, his parents are good but incompetent, and his younger siblings are still young. He has to take care of and support them, and he has no time for such extravagant foolish things. But he couldn't help feeling alive when she was around.There was something magical about her, as strong and invigorating as a good vodka, yet always filling him with a joyous tipple, as if all celestial bodies were in such a delicate harmony that even humble mortals could give birth to wings. During the three-week engagement, he visited so many times that it was no doubt inappropriate.Most days, he rode to the heather in the morning and afternoon, and whenever her mother invited him to stay for tea or dinner, he always accepted it, without even being embarrassed to bother him. He loves talking to Jiaqi very much.Her worldview is very biased and unromantic, just like his.Now they have reached an agreement, agreeing that neither side has the intention of clinging, because it is not his fault that the blood is noble, and she did not intend to inherit a million fortune. Although her habit of looking at the world with a cold eye is deeply rooted, she is as easy to be happy as a puppy.He scavenged a bouquet of flowers from the greenhouse of Shengzhuzhuang, and she was so happy when she received it, even the excitement of Caesar's triumphant return from conquering Gaolu was incomparable.He had saved a sum of money that he had intended to use to buy a boat ticket to America and build his first workshop like Carl Benz, but instead he bought a modest engagement ring, and she was so moved that she almost cried. On the day of the wedding, he drove to her house and sent for her to come to the gate.She had already put aside the melancholy sapphire blue cape, and changed to a rich strawberry red cape, like a dazzling fire, with bright red cheeks and wine red lips. He showed a smirk on his face, which he always does every time he sees her now.He was a fool, no doubt, but a happy fool.I have something for you, he said. She smiled happily and opened the small body box, inside was a sausage bread that was still warm.Now my eyes were opened.I guess you should have plundered the greenhouse to make up yesterday's bouquet? She looked at him with that peculiar mischievous look that meant she was coming to kiss him, not caring that this was the lawn in front of her front door and someone could pass by at any moment.He stopped her, took her arms and kept her from getting too close. There is one more thing. I know what it is, yesterday you refused to let me touch it.She is not shy at all. Today you can touch, he whispered. What? !After all, she is still a virgin.it's here?Where everyone can see it? Oh yes. Her look of astonishment, shyness and anticipation made him laugh out loud. No way! Well, I had to take the dog home. dog?she said sharply, exactly like a nineteen-year-old girl.dog!Where, where? He took the basket out of the carriage, but when she was rushing to get it, he deliberately carried it out of her reach.Didn't you say that you don't want to touch where there are people? She grabbed the other end of the basket.Oh, give it to me, give it to me!please.I promise anything. He surrendered with a smile.She hastily opened the lid, and the little corgi stuck out its brown and white head, with a crooked blue bow tied around its neck, a ribbon that Condon stole from Claudia.Jiaqi screamed again and took the puppy out of the basket. It looked at her with smart and serious eyes. It didn't know how excited she was, but it was very obedient and well-behaved. Is it a boy or a girl?Breathless with excitement, she peeled a piece of sausage bread for the puppy.how big is itGot a name? Condon glanced at the rather obvious scrotum between the puppy's legs.It seems that her knowledge is not as rich as imagined.It's a boy, ten weeks old.Since it's your dog, I decided to call him Croyce. (Annotation: Croesus is the last king of the Kingdom of Lydia, and is regarded as a representative of the rich in Persian and Greek culture.) Croyce, baby.She rubbed her cheek against the puppy's nose.I'm going to get you a gilded water bowl, Croesus.We will always, always be best friends. She finally looked up at Condon.How do you know I've always wanted a dog. Your mother told me.She says she likes cats, but you keep arguing about getting a dog. when. The day we first met, after dinner.You are here too.You don't remember? She shook her head.do not remember. No wonder, because you are busy looking at me. She raised her hand to cover her mouth in surprise, but soon smiled.you found out. He once attended a ridiculous party in St. Petersburg, and the hostess and hostess tried to seduce him, but it was not as obvious as her dying.He wanted to tell her, but in the end he just said: I found out. oh my god. She buried her face in the dog's neck, blushing.God help, his crotch is as swollen as Belfortshire. Thank you, because her voice is muffled against the dog fur.This is the best gift I've ever received. He was very moved, but he couldn't help feeling ashamed.Seeing you happy makes me happy. See you at the wedding tomorrow.She leaned over and kissed him, a sweet and lingering kiss.I can not wait anymore. It was definitely the longest twenty-four hours of my life, and he kissed the tip of her nose.It's like eternity. These twenty-four hours are indeed like an eternity as he said, and it is an eternal torment in hell.