Holder Manor Secret

Edward told the servant to drive to the forest to wait, and followed Lacey to a hidden place. "Please go this way." Lacey motioned to Edward.There is a tall shrub in front of me, and the middle part is separated to the two sides, revealing a narrow space.

"This……"

Edward was a little embarrassed, but before he finished speaking, Lacey got in without hesitation, as deftly as a doe.Edward had to lower his head and got in too.The dead branches pulled Edward's clothes and hair, and kept poking at his face, and the snow fluttered up and fell on him again.

He covered his neckline, and the snowflakes fell into his chest, bringing a deep coolness and moisture.The sharp bush scratched his face, causing a slight pain.The blood froze before it flowed out of the wound, and stayed in place, forming a dark mark.

Edward hadn't been in such embarrassment for a long time.

His thoughts drifted back to his time as a student in Paris.The boring studies mixed with the extravagance of Paris made the group of young people always ready to move.Edward was no exception. He fell in love with a handsome young man easily, as if he had eaten the forbidden fruit.In libraries and gardens, in dark alleys and under bridges, as long as the man is there, waves surge like the dark fragrance of roses.Edward's heart felt as if it had been set on fire, trapped in ice, intertwined with cold and heat, and could not be at peace.

He remembered holding his hand, exchanging bodily fluids and kissing in the dirty alleys of Paris filled with water and silt.

Edward frowned blankly, memories frightened him and made him weak.Secret expectations, violent heartbeats, suppression of love, suppression of oneself.

Can not be suppressed.

Lacey took Edward to hide from the passing servants, hiding like a mouse in the dark shadows, under the dirty walls.

She took Edward to the stables.

Lacey said, "Here it is." They were still standing outside, and Lacey dragged the ladder from the stable and put the top end on a window ledge.

"Please go up, sir," Lacey whispered to Edward, "the master is waiting for you in the room."

"I'll hold on to the ladder and wait for you to go up before moving it away."

Such a difficult meeting is like Romeo climbing onto Juliet's window sill in Shakespeare's play.Love that involves danger is always favored by people, and even the elderly tremble for it.Edward stepped on the ladder and climbed up somewhat awkwardly, strong emotions stirred in his heart, and the cold and fear intensified it.

Let me break through the barriers, climb up your rose window, and look at your face and lips in the moonlight.If you return my love, please kiss me and let your hand rest on my chest for a moment.Even if you pull away, you can't take it with you.This warmth will stay in my heart, every night, I can think of it.

Edward climbed onto the ledge and tapped on the window once, twice.Then the window was slammed open, and a pair of hands stretched out to bring him into the house.He fell into a warm embrace.

Heaven and hell, instant difference.Edward couldn't help it, and let out a sigh that was almost a groan.

"My beauty, you are finally here."

His love hugged him tightly, kissed his cold cheeks and lips, warmed him with hot lips, and imprisoned him with strong arms.All the hardships paid off, and his love fell into the middle of the net,

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Ships were pushed and swallowed by the storm, masts snapped and compasses failed.Edward stood on tiptoe with difficulty, wanting to get closer to Vincent, closer, into his blood, into his soul, into the center of the storm.

Vincent held him, and the waves and wind lifted the ship, and they swept the tower, engulfed it, and destroyed it.The fragments of the ship will follow the turbulent waters, after a long journey, they will stay on the beach at low tide.

The wind and rain gradually stopped.

Edward sat in the young man's naked arms, and he leaned on his neck, wrapped in soft fabric, drowsy.

Vincent adjusted his posture, and suddenly there was a crisp knocking sound in the room.

"what is that?"

Edward raised his head, looked around blankly, but found nothing.His gaze retracted and landed on the nearby carpet.

A thin chain, like a garden path, divided the rug in two, starting at the foot of the bed and curving down to their feet.

Edward stood up suddenly, and fell to the carpet because of the weakness of his legs.He held the thin chain and slowly touched Vincent's ankle.

"what is this?!"

He grabbed Vincent's ankle and screamed in panic.

"Who did it? How dare he!"

Vincent held out his hand to Edward, "My dear, calm down." His gaze was as gentle as a frozen lake, turbulent and hidden under the thick ice. "I'm flattered by your concern."

His sweet words could not assuage Edward's anger, "You are the heir of the Duke, how could they treat you like this?!" He stroked Vincent's ankle, and the chain rubbed red marks, like ugly cracks on porcelain.

"Is it your father?"

Edward looked directly into Vincent's eyes, and it was hardly a question.Except for the Duke, no one has such power.

Vincent watched him silently, and his hand was placed on the side of Edward's face, as if holding a dewdrop.

"Why..." Edward held Vincent's hand and kissed his palm sadly. "You pissed him off? What happened...to make him treat you like this..."

Edward's voice disappeared, as if someone had strangled his neck.

Raising an heir is always difficult, and boys have a much lower survival rate than girls.In order to protect the inheritance of the family, nobles will always try their best to preserve their sons.

Yet the duke chained Vincent like an animal.

"My lord...he, does he know?"

Vincent watched Edward, his soft hair draped over his bare shoulders, the dark fabric piled loosely around his arms.His eyes shone brighter than the stars in the night.

Vincent restrainedly pressed his fingertips on Edward's lower eyelids, feeling the delicate softness and moisture. "Your wisdom and beauty make the moonlight pale, but the truth is not as you think."

His gaze passed through Edward and fell to a distant place.But the cramped room confines him, his vision blocked by the walls.

"Get up, my beauty." Vincent laughed, his usual, concealed smile. "You shouldn't be sitting on the ground, you should be sitting in my arms."

His gestures are graceful, his tone flirtatious.Edward looked at Vincent incredulously, his heart was as cold as the snow outside the window.

until now.

He walked through the wind and snow, through the bushes, and climbed up the window sill along the wooden ladder, just like the prodigal son in the drama, going through hardships, just to meet the lady in the high pavilion.Finally they met, the heat wave repelled the cold winter, the spider web entangled the soul, and the story reached a suffocating climax.

But he still wanted to lie.

until now.

"...Until now..." Edward closed his eyes, his lips were as red as blood.Vincent wanted to comfort him, but his hand was opened the next moment.

"Full of lies!"

Edward opened his eyes, his gaze was sharp and direct, like light passing through thick fog, like the broken ice on the surface of a lake.

"What do you want, the most beautiful stars in the sky, the extreme debauchery on the earth? How can this humble country town attract you to stop? You are already a nobleman. Isn't your status and wealth enough to satisfy you? Isn't everyone's flattery Doesn't flattery bring you glory?"

"Edward..."

"shut up!"

How dare he call my name like that, like, like...

As much as he loves me.

Edward stood up with difficulty, his legs were trembling, his heart was trembling, but he stood very straight, and his thin back did not damage his nobility and dignity.

"It's not important..." he said calmly, "I'm not here to accuse you, I just want to know the truth."

"I'm asking you about the questions you have evaded. Your relationship with Baron Holder, your deal with the Baroness, and Hughes...why did you come, and why did you..."

Edward couldn't speak, emotion choked his throat.

Vincent looked at him with deep eyes.

The truth that is always avoided, the lie that is always ignored, is decorated with false tranquility, and maintains immoral sex and love.

love.

Unrecognized relationship, unspoken love, leading to hell, full of sins.

"I love you."

Vincent suddenly interrupted Edward

"How dare you..."

Vincent interrupted him again.

"I love you, your innocence, your respect, your face in the candlelight, your groans when you exchange."

"What other people do will not detract from my love for you."

His love words made Edward's cheeks burn, "I don't want to hear this..."

"I know."

Vincent stood up, frankly naked, approaching step by step.Edward couldn't look directly at his face, his body, he stepped back hastily, backed away hesitantly.I have to face him.Edward thought.But I can't face him.

He was shackled by Vincent's hands.

"You want the truth, don't you?" Vincent clung to his ear, his breath flowing into his body.

"I promise, you'll get it."

Note: He wants to claim the most beautiful stars in the sky, but also demands extreme debauchery on the earth.From "Faust"