Noble Villa [Whistling]

The moment the bullet was fired, time seemed to stand still.

In fact, it did stand still.

"I just left for half an hour, and you can make so many troubles?"

Edgar was sweating profusely, still in shock.He looked blankly at his hand, which still held a gun tightly.One of Mr. Linton's few hobbies is collecting various guns, so the gun in Edgar's hand was obtained by Mr. Linton from a special channel when he was 12 years old.Very compact gun, suitable for women's self-defense.If Isabella had been stronger than she was, it would have been one of her gifts.

Edgar snatched it over at that moment, and there was only one thought in his mind, to kill Heathcliff.

The shot was short, but it seemed to Edgar a long time.He used to be the most devout believer in God, and no one would know what he went through to get to this point.As long as this shot is fired, there will be no chance to turn back.Catherine would hate him thoroughly and seek revenge at all costs.

Edgar is not afraid of Catherine's threat, she is too impulsive and naive.Even if she wanted to take revenge, her only way would probably be to find a more powerful man to take revenge on herself like in her previous life.

Catherine is smart and alluring.But she lacks the most important point, which makes her doomed not to be a powerful woman, she is too self-centered.She thought that everything would revolve around herself, but in fact, not many people could stand her too fierce fire.

When a man is in love, he may go crazy for the woman he loves, even at any cost.But madness has a limit. For nobles like Edgar who have received an elite education since childhood, most of their favorites are definitely not women.Even if it is a wife, no one will offend another powerful family for her old lover.After all, the aristocratic system is intricate, and no one knows what will happen in the next second.

But at that moment Edgar suddenly remembered that if Catherine hadn't married him in this life.His daughter, his favorite baby, his only angel, little Katie, would be gone too.

If the person I love deeply will disappear completely, then what is the point of what I am doing now.

He regretted it.

But the speed of the bullet is very fast.Edgar is not good at using guns, but he is good at hunting.

Fortunately, at that moment, Allah's hand grabbed Edgar's arm.

When Allah appeared, Edgar did not know, and no one knew, but Edgar was glad that he would appear.Looking at the powerful man in front of him, Edgar knew that he was safe now.Before he knew it, as long as he saw that person, he would calm down.

"You really know what you're doing? Edgar." Ara lowered his eyes and his voice was low.In fact, he has been back for a long time. When Mrs. Linton asked him to pick up the letter at the post office in the town, he knew that something special was going to happen.Alla was in no hurry to finish, but there was no doubt that he was much sooner than Mrs Linton had imagined.

Although he had already appeared when Edgar was talking with Isabella, he did not interrupt.Not even eavesdropping, one of the few times he did.He probably knew what Edgar and Isabella said, and also knew that there were some things that only the two of them could solve.

Even seeing that their conversation was not going well, Allah didn't mean to interrupt.Even if Heathcliff suddenly appeared, he would only add a thin layer of mist outside the house.They couldn't see or hear what the people in the house were doing, but he didn't show up.

Then, he saw Edgar's sudden rage.

He understood Edgar's hatred, but Edgar couldn't do it himself.In the past, he was so eager, but now, he only hopes that Edgar can do what he wants to do without being bound by anything.

Hypocritical thoughts are his best expression to Edgar.

So many years, cold, fear, loneliness.He finally found one, and wanted to try it with him regardless of the consequences, even if he knew he was wrong.

The author has something to say:

I feel a little broken recently

This is also good news, every time I think about it, it is probably when it is about to end

Habitual convulsions, feeling like an unattended child,

At the beginning, I may just want to write a story about myself, but in the end I still feel ridiculous and don’t know what I’m doing

But I will finish writing. Every time I feel sad, this idea becomes stronger.