Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

After shouting, April didn't feel happy.

Was it all Strahl's fault that her dreams were shattered?

What my mother said in the letter was absolutely correct. No noble man would marry a commoner girl just because she was beautiful.

In a daze, April remembered what Strahl said about Viscount Campbell.

Although I don't know why he brought it up.

Viscount Campbell is going to be married soon.

And it is impossible for a nobleman to get married on a whim.

In other words, when he was planning to seduce him, he was choosing a wife who was of equal status to himself.

April covered her face, trying hard not to look ugly.

But tears still flowed from my eyes.

These warm tears are just like April's broken heart at this moment.

All April was thinking about at this moment was that she wanted to go home.

She is going home!

When April had this thought, she could hardly suppress the passion in her heart.

Yes, she wants to go home.

She didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

If Strahl wants to play games, let him play by himself.

Anyway, she won't accompany you.

April was holding her shoes, not caring about her manners at all.

In this wisteria garden, April made the decision to escape.

She didn't know if she could escape, but she wanted to run now.

If he wanted to escape from Blanchett Manor without alerting Strahl, he would have to travel light.

There is a dance tonight and there are many people patrolling the castle.

Fortunately, April's return to her room was very smooth.

She almost eagerly took off her gorgeous clothes and precious jewelry.

She no longer wants these things that she loved most in the past.

Having drunk too much, April now saw the world as light and insignificant.

She put on the culottes again and paired it with a brown top.

April put all her gold coins and jewelry into a small suitcase.

After everything was packed, April left with her suitcase.

But as soon as she stepped out of the room and saw the guards, April felt that it was impossible for her to avoid them.

Anyway, I am not a thief, so I might as well not hide if I can't hide.

April pretended to be calm and walked out from the guards with the box.

There are fewer guards after leaving the castle.

But at Blanchett Manor, there's only one way out.

Whether walking out or taking a carriage, you will be questioned.

If I walk, I'm afraid my legs will break.

April could only rush to the carriage.

The alcohol was raging in April's body, giving her extraordinary motivation.

She ran towards where the carriage was parked. There was no light along the way, but fortunately the moon was bright enough.

When April trotted to the carriage parking area, there were not many people there.

Fortunately, the groom that April knew was still there.

When he saw April running over so eagerly, he immediately walked over and took the small box from his hand.

"Ms. Xia La, why did you drink so much? It's so late. Where are you going?"

April selectively filtered out the first half of the groom's sentence and spoke directly to him.

"27 Towers Street, hurry up."

He helped the staggering April into the carriage, and when he heard the familiar place, he gave another exhortation.

"Ms. Xia La, is there something wrong at home? It's too late at this time.

If it's not urgent, it would be better for you to go tomorrow after you sober up."

April touched her burning cheeks and said very firmly.

"No, I want to go home now, don't talk so much, I know what I am doing."

She said confidently: "Although I drank, I am sober now."

The groom looked at April's drunken appearance and thought a little worriedly.

You don't look sober now.

Oh, forget it, I just have to follow the arrangements.

Anyway, no matter how big the problem is, it is not his responsibility as a groom.

There is a lot of space inside the carriage and the seat cushions are very soft.

It also smells delicious.

April lay down in the carriage and took out a small pillow that she had placed on the small table at some point.

After lying down comfortably, she said to the groom.

"Sir, call me when we get there."

April was very tired after so much exercise tonight.

What keeps her awake now is the miraculous power in her blood.

As soon as April finished speaking, before the groom could reply, she fell asleep on the soft cushion.

She had a long dream.

She dreamed that she was wearing a snow-white wedding dress and was led by her father into the church step by step.

The world was covered with a layer of fog. She couldn't see anything clearly. She only knew that there were many guests.

A man whose face could not be seen but who looked very noble, took her hand from her father.

He has a pleasant scent.

The man took her to the priest.

the priest asked April.

"April Shara, do you wish this man to be your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him?

Love him, care for him, respect him, accept him, and be faithful to him forever, in sickness and in health, or for any other reason?"

April thought, if he was willing to share his wealth and power with me.

"I am willing."

But when she was about to say these three words, she woke up from the dream and everything was shattered.

At this moment, she was lying on a big soft bed.

Her vision was still hazy, but she could feel herself being changed into silk pajamas.

April felt like she was still dreaming.

She rubbed her eyes, and when her vision cleared up a little, she found someone sitting at the head of her bed.

April wondered if she had already reached home, and her mother had returned to the royal city but hadn't told her.

She leaned over, crawled out from under the quilt, and hugged the person who was reading under the light.

April really wanted to lie on her mother's lap and act like a spoiled child, but she realized something was wrong the moment she hugged that person.

He was too tall, and the scent on him seemed so familiar.

April's mind, which had been confused all night, suddenly became clear. She let go of the person she was hugging and huddled herself into the quilt.

Before April could lie in bed recalling the stupid things she had done that night.

The man turned on the lights in the room, and the whole world turned from dim to bright.

Strahl stood by the window in his white nightgown.

April now really felt like she was dreaming.

She pinched her thigh hard, damn, it really hurt.

I'm not dreaming! (Just to clarify, dreams can cause pain.)

The smile on Strahl's lips was a little lighter than usual, but it looked even more magical.

His long blond hair was loose as he looked at April.

He said, "April, where do you want to go."