Holder Manor Secret

Edward accepted some of Vincent's proclivities with resignation and indulgence.He enjoyed the sex itself, Edward even laughed as Vincent rolled the stockings around his legs and tied the delicate garters.

They really got along pretty well on the matter.

After it was over, Vincent wrapped Edward in his arms and stroked his bare back, once and for all.He'd been out in the woods all day, and he'd had hard sex after he'd come back, so he was pretty tired now, too.Squinting, drowsy.

"Vincent..." Edward called softly.

"Ok?"

"what are you busy with?"

"What you know."

"You and Lord Holder?"

"As you can see."

Vincent's answer was specious and casual.Edward lay on his chest, feeling the coolness from his fingertips.

However, he did not back down. "The people in the woods were sent by you." Edward propped himself up from Vincent's chest, and looked at him with burning eyes.

Vincent smiled amusedly.

"Yes, my sir."

"What's in that wood? Treasure, wealth?"

"It's very close, sir." Vincent stroked Edward's naked back, almost in a gesture of encouragement.

There are no precious trees or rare animals in the forest, not to mention the things on the ground will be found no matter how deep they are hidden. Only the things underground can be preserved for a long time.

Edward suddenly realized, "It's minerals."

"Your wisdom is like the stars in the sky, guiding me the way in the dark night."

Vincent exaggeratedly praised.

This is the default.

"That's why you approached Baron Holder?" Everything in the manor belongs to the lord, no matter the trees planted on the ground or the mines underground.

Edward thought of their first meeting, Vincent who suddenly broke into the forest, and the Duke's family who moved in suddenly.In this extremely hot summer, too many things happened one after another, and the whole town of Reese was about to move.

The calm of the surface is like the water on the surface of a lake, and a slight breeze is enough to make them fluctuate violently.

"You came here for this from the beginning."

Edward murmured.

The truth comes easily, but not too hard to accept.For money and wealth, it is more convincing than frivolous love.

It's just that Edward always thought that he was the rational person. He was passionate, but at the same time looked on coldly, ready to leave at any time.The truth was just played by a young man.After all, a young and handsome gentleman like Vincent is really very attractive to the elders, and a little show of affection is enough to make Edward dizzy and his heart beat faster.

What is the difference between him and those old, rich and lonely women.

He will inevitably feel a little lost.

some.

Vincent didn't seem to find anything surprising about this conversation, and he was so tired that he fell asleep quickly.Edward remained silent, commenting on Vincent's face. In the dim light, his high nose bridge and browbones cast a shadow.His eyes and profile are in the shadows, calm and peaceful.

He slept soundly.

Edward got out of bed and put on Vincent's clothes, even though they still had black marks on them, he didn't care.He took a lamp, tucked Vincent's boots under his arm, and carefully pushed open the door.

He didn't look back.

Passing through the long corridors and winding stairs, the dim light can only illuminate a narrow area in front of you, and the stretch of darkness seems endless.The thick carpet covered everything up, and the whole manor was in a deep sleep.

No one found him.

Edward came to the stables without incident. Most of the horses had their saddles removed, and they stood together, sleeping peacefully.Edward looked carefully with the lamp, and suddenly a horse snorted.

It's Angela.

It was a brown mare, very docile, and Edward had ridden it when he and Vincent rode.It was probably awakened now, and looked at Edward submissively with its eyes open.

"Oh, good girl." Edward walked over and touched Angela's neck.It wasn't the fastest horse, nor was it a rare breed, so the servants didn't pay much attention to it, so they left it in harness for the night.

This made Edward very happy.

He led Angela out, "Without you, I'm afraid I'd have to walk back." Edward sighed, turned on his horse, and led Angela to trot.

On horseback, Edward looked back at the manor, a huge black shadow under the blurred moonlight.

Like a savage beast.

After returning to the Brook Manor, Edward was exhausted, and the servant who opened the door showed a very surprised expression. He obviously did not expect that his master would return to the manor in the middle of the night in a mess.

"Ah...do I need to prepare hot water for you?" the servant suppressed the exclamation in his throat and asked humbly and politely.

"No need, let's talk about it tomorrow." Edward first experienced a fierce sex, and then drove the night away. He was so tired that he just wanted to get out of bed and sleep, and he didn't want to disturb others. "This is Angela, you take it to the stable and put it in a good place."

"Yes Master."

The servant took the reins and stepped back.

Edward, who finally returned to his room, had the illusion that he was alive after a catastrophe. He threw his clothes and boots on the ground at random, got into the bed naked, and fell asleep.

The next day, the old butler Barton found out about Edward's sudden return late at night. As a servant, he couldn't ask anything.But most of all, he was very worried about the elders who had watched Edward grow up. He asked around and was dismissed hastily by Edward.

He really didn't have the heart to deal with the old housekeeper's concern.

Knowing the truth of the matter, Edward's heart was pressed with a new accumulation of stones.Those beautiful pasts between him and Vincent have disappeared, but the feelings left behind cannot be easily dissipated.For several days, Edward was immersed in sorrow and pain, sitting in his study without saying a word.

This made the old butler very worried.

Vincent didn't come to Edward, nor did he come to ask for Angela.Probably to the Duke family, a horse is nothing.For Vincent, he is just a pastime.Whenever Edward thinks of such things, even though he is no longer young, he can't help feeling sad secretly like a young man.

But this sadness is untenable, after all, I didn't think about forever at the beginning, and now it seems so affectionate.Edward knew it well, and even felt a little ironic.

Just can't help it.

Love and sex go hand in hand, and love words are repeated over and over again, nourishing them and making them grow continuously.

It was not until Holder Manor sent another letter asking him to go that Edward woke up from his grief.

God, he had completely forgotten about Mary and the others!