Countess' lover

Margaret was a noble lady with wealth, status, and beauty.But she lacked only one thing that even the poor have-a man who can make the countess fall in love.

True, the Countess was a widow, but she was also a woman, a woman who knew the pleasure but had never sung about it.Everyone has desires, and Margaret doesn't think she is a chaste and stubborn woman, not to mention that the earl who died young did not have that charm.However, now that she has found the man who can attract her, no matter what the identity of the guy is or whether there is someone she likes, for Margaret, it is her style to take the initiative to fight.

"Go and call Barre for me." The countess suddenly ordered to the maid without knowing what to think.

Soon Barley arrived, an ugly valet, not of great stature, but with strong limbs.

"lady."

Margaret looked at her smooth face in the mirror and carefully selected the perfume. "How is Antoine, is he still alive?"

Barley didn't even dare to look up at the countess. In his opinion, that would be an insult to the lady. His attitude was very respectful and humble, "He is still the same, sitting in the room all day waiting for food, clothes, and... ...the Earl's message."

"He really loves him." Margaret said sarcastically, even though she spoke harsh words, her expression remained gentle and careless. "Tell him the news of the deceased Earl. I don't know if we are brave enough. Will Antoine, who came from the slums, follow his lover?"

The countess picked out a bottle of light blue perfume. The exquisite crystal bottle was shining, and it was generally elegant and noble from all angles. "I have never been a cruel lady. How can I watch life disappear before my eyes? Look after him, find something for him to do, rely on a man who sells his body for bread and clothes, his face is really a pity."

Margaret admitted that she was venting her anger. There are not many people like Antoine, but who made Antoine happen to be her husband in name?She hated the house and black, not to mention that Antoine had brought her a lot of trouble.

Vengeance and revenge, complaints and complaints, the countess has always been like this.

It was almost afternoon, and the countess couldn't wait to set off for the opera house.She has always cherished time, and waiting for a long time is not Margaret's style, but when a certain person appears, Margaret has to admit that she recognizes it.Even if it takes hours of waiting, she is very happy in exchange for seeing that person 1 minute earlier.

The collapse of the decorative curtains was nothing, and Phantom was at least a bit more relaxed about her own No. [-] box.When the Countess arrived, Box No. [-] had been beautifully restored.However, the opera house was not very stable.

The cause of the unrest is several letters from the same man, perhaps more willing to call him a ghost.

"It's getting more and more interesting." The countess read and compared several letters, and handed them to her maid with a smile.He turned around and walked towards the fifth box.

"Dear madam, the letter..." The manager accompanied Margaret courteously, carefully pointing to the letter in the maid's hand.Although the letter was not a good thing, it was like evidence to them.

Margaret took off her gloves and walked slowly and gracefully, like a queen patrolling her domain. "I thought you'd be more willing to talk to me about sponsorship."

"sponsor!"

The result is obvious, Margaret easily obtained the Phantom's letter, and obtained the right to use Box No. [-].But at this moment, under the care of the two managers, she has sat safely in her position yesterday—the position at the time of the accident.

After dismissing the maid, the countess stood in front of the box, quietly watching the commotion below.The ballet dancers are busy on the stage, the prop master is lazily moving the background, the once famous soprano feels her status has been shaken, and this stupid woman is actually looking for trouble for Christine.Didn't she see that the patron, Viscount Shani, was next to Christine?

Margaret thought of herself when she met her famous [in private life] husband on the first day of their marriage.The earl is also holding a young, slender and humble boy in his arms.In front of all the guests at the Earl's Court, her husband scorned her beauty loudly, claiming that she was not as good as a millionth of Antoine's.He even said harsh words before leaving, and if he came back and found Antoine a little damaged, he would make her look good.

nice?Margaret's eyes are full of disdain. From a woman who was secretly ridiculed by the upper class a few years ago to a widow now, isn't she pretty?As for why the earl, who was enjoying himself behind his back, died suddenly, who would care!

Margaret gathered the fur waistcoat on her body, and settled in the place where the phantom disappeared yesterday.There probably is a secret door here, she will never believe that someone can disappear out of thin air.

"Sweetheart—" the Countess whispered into the darkness in front of her eyes.She thought to herself, judging by the Phantom's desire to control the Opera House, it is absolutely impossible for him to not know that she came to Box No. [-] after making such a big commotion. "I'm assuming you're here and can hear me. Well, it doesn't matter if you can't hear me."

She had a calm face with a casual smile, as if she was just admiring the exquisite decorations in the box. "It's not a good habit to keep a lady waiting sweetheart—"

The shadows are still heavy, and the dark curtain is full of unknowns and mysteries.Margaret seemed to hear something, and couldn't help but take a step forward. The voice became clearer, who was singing?

"Learning to bear loneliness

son of the desert,

Born with nothing.

learn to bear loneliness

learn to find your way in the dark

who will be waiting for you,

Who will comfort you, care for you..."

As if there was a thread that touched her heart, Margaret didn't hear any special words, but she felt the despair of having nothing, a kind of loneliness from the soul from the tune and the deep singing.More, and something else.

She stood silently, without saying a word, until the song ended and the silence returned.

"It's a pity that I don't have flowers in my hand." The countess suddenly said, with indescribable regret. "Then I can only be a little bit wronged, so let me give you a round of applause!"

The delicate black fan in her hand drew an arc and landed in the dark area ahead, but the countess didn't have the slightest intention to pick it up.

The crisp applause of "Papa Papa" resounded through the silence. Margaret used a lot of force, which was different from the previous symbolic applause, making people worry that the little hand would hurt.

"Perfect! I seem to like you more, sweetheart—" The tone was still frivolous, and the smiling face seemed to have something else.

praise!Unreserved, straightforward praise and likes.

The dim silver in the shadow seemed to blend into the darkness at any time, but Margaret still spotted it with sharp eyes.Finally appeared, her phantom sweetheart.The silver ash was approaching and then far away, and it always stopped at the safest distance known to its master—a very long distance.

"A widow, eh. Has the noble countess always praised other men so plainly? Poor dead count."

Margaret curled her lips, she didn't feel anything about Phantom's mention of her husband, maybe a little disgusted and disgusted? "Forget about that idiot! If you're really serious about it, sweetie, I've only seen my husband once including marriage. It wasn't pleasant."

The countess was a little emotional, she tried to shake her fan to calm down her anger, but her fan had already been thrown out by herself just now.So she said, "Could you pass me my fan, dear—Phantom of the Opera?"

The silver gray moved, and Phantom lowered her body to pick up the fan. "Phantom's services have always required a lot of money, madam—"

"Remuneration?" The countess stepped into the darkness a few steps, and stopped not far from the silver gray.Looking up, she could already see some outlines of that person. "What do you want in return, sweetheart, for example, from me?"

Her breath hit his chin in a hot stream.The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of a girl, wafting around.

"You—" Phantom uttered this simple word in a low voice, as if bewildered, as if bewitched.Low, like a lover whispering in the ear.Margaret couldn't help but be intoxicated with him.

"But I am more willing to use your life as a reward." In just a moment, the sweetness and charm of a lover turned into a sinister killing intent, just like there are guarded thorns next to the flower garden.Margaret felt something like a rope wrap around her neck, slowly tightening it.

"What a greedy guy." The countess stroked the thing on her neck, with a mischievous arc on the corner of her mouth, and rushed forward in the direction of the rope.

A little hard, but warm.Margaret buried her head in the stiff embrace and sniffed hard, giggling, "Sweetheart, how long has it been since you've been in the sun?"

Phantom didn't seem to react, even though he was still holding something that controlled Margaret's life, he still looked extremely clumsy. "Sunshine... never had."

Such softness and warmth, intimate contact, and hugs without any malice have never been seen before.

"Relax..." the countess said in a low voice, she tiptoed slowly, and touched the Phantom's chin with her lips.His chest is broad, tough, and has a strong masculine flavor. "Put down your hand and put it on me..." She ordered him in a low voice, her gentleness revealing her temptation.

He actually did as he did, carefully resting his rough palm on her shoulder, he was instinctively gentle and instinctively afraid.

"Tighten, hold me tight... Well, you did a great job sweetheart!" He tightened his grip all of a sudden, as if he wanted to grab something and keep something, and refused to let go.

"Now—you should tell me your name!" Margaret found the Phantom's chin, which was really tall enough.

So she bit his chin lightly, and with just one click, Phantom came back to her senses like an electric shock and pushed Margaret away fiercely. "Let go! You disgusting banshee!"

Margaret was pushed away by him, and her body hit something heavily and was hindered.Her arm touched something, and the obstacle behind her suddenly disappeared, and she felt the ground uncontrollably again. This time, Margaret did not forget to hold the Phantom.

The door was closed, and the place was even darker than before, with no light in sight.

In the darkness, Phantom heard a familiar female voice coming from under him, "Sweetheart, although I like you very much, is this progress a little too fast?"