Countess' lover

A cool breeze penetrated through the thick curtains, and the starlight at dawn was extremely shining, but they were all blocked by the curtains.The candles had long been burned out at night, and the lace cloth covering the round table was as smooth as last night.In contrast, the big bed used by the master looked extraordinarily messy.

Elisa woke up from a deep sleep. To be precise, she couldn't sleep at all, even though her body was exhausted, and the pain from being torn between her legs was not less than last night.Of course she wouldn't expect a drunk man to have any compassion, but this kind of pain is really unbearable, the first time it was so intense, I'm afraid her acupoints were already red and swollen.

She didn't have any thoughts of looking at the marks on the bed, let alone the strength to clean them up.Elisa struggled to wrap her nightgown that was almost turned into rags, and kissed her adoptive father's eyes nostalgic.Alcohol kept Brandon in a deep sleep until now, and Elisa couldn't tell if she wanted her adoptive father to wake up and remember the lingering relationship between the two.Worry and fear predominate, and she doesn't want to stay and face the broken relationship—at least not yet, so she runs away.

The kiss slid from the eyes to the lips, she gently licked those thin lips, no wonder she was reluctant.But she finally stopped this behavior, got up, and quietly walked back to her room.Of course, she didn't forget to close the door.

Elisa should feel lucky now, she had a good helper like Andrew two years ago, and Andrew obviously left her a refuge there during this escape.Facing the morning light, Elisa kept urging her exclusive groom to go faster.As for the man in the room... maybe her leaving would make the adoptive father less angry?

When the sun was shining on Delaford's lawn, the servants were already up and busy, and the hangover Colonel Brandon finally woke up from his sleep.

"Eliza!" With an almost instinctive call, the colonel suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the ceiling.He rubbed his forehead heavily, which may be the aftereffect of a hangover.The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and a messy smell of sweat and body fluids. Certain fragments that suddenly came to mind made Brandon, who had always been self-controlled, stiffen.

It seems that he had a spring dream about his adopted daughter last night?And that dream was very realistic, so realistic that he can still recall the tight and delicate body of his adopted daughter, with a rose-like fragrance... Thinking about these early in the morning is really not a wise way of thinking, Brandon can feel the The brother who erected quickly couldn't help showing a wry smile.

The colonel never thought that his desire for his adopted daughter had reached such a level, he was ashamed, knowing that he shouldn't be but still longing for it.He skillfully stroked between his legs, and the direct and smooth touch awakened the colonel's basic sense of touch in his alcohol-numbed body.

God!He has never had the habit of sleeping naked!

The fragments of memory gradually connected into a line, and the colonel sat up abruptly, realizing that he had landed on the bed.The sheets were messy, the clothes were thrown aside, and a large white silk skirt clearly belonged to a young girl.Brandon was stunned by the huge shock. He tremblingly picked up the corner of the skirt. On the blue-gray bed sheet next to him, there was a shocking dark bloodstain.

He remembered that he had just found out about his adopted daughter's unruly thoughts yesterday afternoon, and it was unbelievable that he drank heavily in the room.At night... Eliza came, and then—the strong man in the dark pressed the girl under him, occupying her like a storm, forcing the woman to respond.

If I remember correctly, that face belonged to Eliza, and she seemed to have said something like "I am your adopted daughter".So... he actually forcibly took over his adopted daughter the night he figured out his mind?

Shocked, can't believe it.So ridiculous, yet so true.Remorse, remorse.The colonel blamed himself for his mistakes over and over in his heart, but what happened, it happened.The gentleman's habits and chivalry that he had cultivated since childhood even created a kind of extreme self-loathing in his heart, maybe blood can only pay for one or two?

No no no.Brandon got out of bed and changed into his best clothes.He was going to see Eliza, it was a coward's job to run away, and he?No matter what his adopted daughter wanted from him, he would not hesitate to use his life to make his Eliza feel better.

As for Elisa perhaps accepting him because of this?Brandon never thought of such a possibility.He was thirty-five and Eliza was seventeen.A young and beautiful girl should be worthy of an equally young and handsome gentleman, and definitely not with an old man like him.Brandon knew himself so clearly, to the point of cruelty.

However, things are often worse than expected. When Colonel Brandon walked out of the room, the news brought by the maid shattered his fantasy of wanting to see his adopted daughter again.

"Miss Eliza said she was in a hurry and left early."

"London?" The colonel could barely utter a brief question.

"No, she didn't say that."

For a moment, Brandon clearly realized that he might lose Eliza forever.He smiled bitterly, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, only the faint pain in his chest could make him stand up consciously.She just left?

The colonel signaled the servant to get out of the way, and strode out of the room, "Get ready, we will go to London immediately."

"But sir, your breakfast..."

"No need." The colonel's refusal was firm and unquestionable, "I said, immediately."

The warm season is over, and September is back to cool and rainy.Thick white-gray fog wrapped the building, and the fine rain was intertwined, making it impossible to see the distant scenery clearly.

Brandon has been looking for three months in London.For three months, whether it was asking friends, visiting the school or going out to search, Brandon had tried everything, but Elisa seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Until this day, he happened to see Eliza's former coachman turning into another villa.After searching, Brandon learned that it belonged to a new bourgeois nobility.The so-called new aristocracy tends to be disdainful, but wealth can often impress more people.In addition to these, the most important piece of news is that Greenton's master has only one daughter, who is 17 years old.

He had never heard anything about Elisa's father, and that man probably didn't even know there was a daughter named Eliza.But at the age of 17, and the coachman who abducted him, this was enough for the colonel to doubt and have some hope.Even if that couldn't be Eliza, perhaps the lady had seen his Eliza?In any case, he must see the Miss Greenton.

Through some former friends, Colonel Brandon appeared at the Greenton's dinner that night.Compared with some nouveau riche who put all their money on the surface and decorate their houses in splendor, the decoration of Greenton's house is simply elegant.Whether it's the details of the corner of the stairs, the furnishings in the living room, or even the wallpaper patterns on the walls, they all make people feel comfortable.

However, such a decoration only made Brandon feel familiar.The walls, in particular, were landscapes by Wilson, whom he remembered as one of Eliza's favorite neoclassical painters.

Surrounded by many people in the center was the Miss Greenton family. The lights were bright, but Brandon couldn't see Miss Greenton clearly.She stood far away from him, her back turned, her golden-brown curly hair flashing a dark luster.

The bright yellow dance skirt set off the slender waist, softly, and the beauty and elegance of the girl can be seen just from the back.

"I guess, at least Miss Greenton's mother must be a nobleman, she really doesn't look like a worker's daughter." A young man said behind the colonel.

"Have you ever heard her play the piano? It's really beautiful. I can't believe it. I heard that she has all the qualities a lady should have. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also funny and elegant." Another man slowly said from news heard from others.Finally, the two men smiled at each other and walked towards Miss Greenton.Brandon ignored the discomfort in his heart, and also followed Miss Greenton.

"Miss Greenton." The gentleman beside the colonel spoke boldly, and the girl in the bright yellow dress slowly turned around with a warm smile on her face.

"...Elisa..." The deep and hesitant voice revealed complex surprises and hesitation.Miss Greenton, who had always maintained her elegance, looked as if she had been severely injured. Her face quickly turned pale, and her smile disappeared.

"Christopher...Colonel Brandon." She turned her head, her pure black eyes were still bright, as fascinating as an abyss.Elisa ignored the man who greeted her. Even though it was indeed rude, she still looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her deeply, even with some greed.

"Haven't you had a good rest recently?" Eliza looked at Brandon without wrinkling slightly.Before the colonel regained his senses, some words came out uncontrollably, "London is too humid, it has been raining for the past few days, what made you forget everything and come here to suffer? Christo Husband, you always worry me..."

She stopped suddenly, realizing what she had just said without thinking, and Eliza nearly bit off her tongue.She stammered, unable to even smile, "Sorry Mr. Brandon, I... I just..." Just what?Just caring about him has become a habit?

Warm ambiguity rose in Eliza's words, and a trace of sweetness nourished the dry heart like spring water.Brandon felt that his body, which had been numb for three months, seemed to be rejuvenated. The corners of his mouth could not help but rise a little, but when he thought of something, he returned to silence again. "I'm glad you still remember this."

"Why not." Eliza's heart tightened, she looked at the Colonel, and said in a low voice and embarrassingly, "Why not..." She lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake, her soft waist was stiff, her whole body They all looked very uneasy.

Eliza's attitude made Brandon puzzled and couldn't help being surprised. He didn't understand why Eliza was so kind to him after going through that.But such kind treatment only made him more ashamed, and the pain in his heart came and went, and he said to Elisa, "Can we go out and talk?" Calmly, make a conclusion.

"Talk? What do you want to talk to me about?" Eliza raised her head abruptly, her voice even a little sharp.It caused the people around to turn their eyes to this side.She lowered her voice, "What do you think, tell me?"

The sharpness of the girl made the Colonel feel pain like a pinprick in his heart. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Eliza with guilt and distress, "Sorry..." His throat was extremely dry, and he couldn't say anything other than this simple word, but it's so simple. What is the effect of the words?

Eliza smiled coldly, suddenly feeling extremely tired.sorry?Tell her that the only one he loves is her mother forever, tell her...she can only be his adopted daughter forever?Enough is enough. Enough is enough.You should have guessed the arrival of this day as early as the moment you planned to receive it, shouldn't you?Let's talk about it, anyway, the worst result is nothing more than this.

"In that case, please follow me."

She turned around, her back straightened, solemn and dignified.But in Brandon's eyes, he only felt that his adopted daughter was so slender that he felt distressed. She probably hated him...

In a small living room, a few sofa chairs surrounded a round table with a fluffy carpet on the floor, except for the two of them, there was no one else.The heavy door blocked the noise outside, and the side hall was eerily quiet.

"Don't you want to talk? There is no one else now." After a long silence, Eliza couldn't help but speak first. She has never been better than her adoptive father in terms of patience.What's more... Doesn't her dear adoptive father know that it's not used to staring at people like this all the time?

Brandon took a breath, and finally temporarily looked away from Elisa, "I still don't understand why we have become like this, Elisa...Although I know you don't want to listen, but I I still have to say, sorry."

Eliza held her breath, and then twitched the corners of her mouth mockingly, "Dear Colonel Brandon, if you want to say sorry for what happened three months ago, then you don't have to." She paused, almost She sighed and said to her adoptive father, "I don't care." Of course she didn't care, and she even wanted to keep the relationship with her adoptive father like that night.But how is that possible?

Colonel Brandon looked straight into Eliza's eyes with sharp eyes, but his tone was still gentle and sincere, "Eliza, I watched you grow from a little girl to a beautiful young girl." His gaze slightly to the left

He woke up, as if he was recalling the little girl who stumbled and cried in his arms back then.

He said, "Whether I have been with you for so many years or because of your mother's entrustment, I must apologize to you. I don't expect your forgiveness, and I will be very happy to complete the punishment you want to punish me. Everything demanded of that hideous act ... including, life."

He smiled at her, and it made Eliza feel as though they were discussing the weather rather than something so serious.die?How could he say so easily!Eliza was furious in her heart, and she stood up abruptly, with flames burning in her pure black eyes.She strode towards Brandon, leaned over and grabbed the man by the collar.

If the aggressive moves of taking away had overwhelmed Colonel Brandon, he had never seen such an adopted daughter.However, what Elisa said next shocked him even more.

"Do you always only want my mother in your heart? Can you bring up a girl you don't know until she is 17 years old for her entrustment? Can you stay single for her?"

"Eliza..." Surprised, shocked, puzzled.

"Don't call me by that name, I don't want to hear you call me that at all. Because I don't know if you look at me in your eyes when you call this name, are you thinking of my mother in your mind, do you know how much I envy her! Even when you're drunk, you only remember that name..." She paused, her eyes turned red quickly, and a layer of water vapor filled her eyes, "What about me? I've been with you for 12 years, and I'll be with you forever It can only be an adopted daughter who is ignorant and neglected by you, and can only leave a place in your heart under the name of Eliza's daughter forever?"

The colonel's eyes widened in surprise. Elisa looked at such a adoptive father, and simply said all the things in her heart, regardless of the consequences.

Her body was clinging to the Colonel's body, her soft balls were squeezed, and the breath of her breath could be sprayed directly on the man's chin.She said to him almost declaratively,

"Christopher, I never want you to be my adoptive father, I want you to be my man... Do you understand?"