glass lover

I have never been to Boldeck's mansion, and I do not know where this staircase leads.The banquet was held on the third floor. I turned two flights of stairs and opened the door of the stairwell. Suddenly, there was a loud bang from upstairs.

Dust and shards of glass fell from the stairwell.I squatted down with my head in my hands, but I immediately got up and ran upstairs the same way.The door I came in just now had been blown away, and when I ran into the banquet venue, the first person I saw was Silva Bercy, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Your Excellency!" I rushed forward.He has lost consciousness, and there is a big wound on his forehead, which is gurgling blood.I randomly pressed my own handkerchief on the wound, and after a while the handkerchief was already stained with the blood of my beloved boss.I leaned down against his cheek, still breathing weakly.

"Please, don't die..." I couldn't help crying.At this time, the people around who were not injured had already fled out in a panic.I heard the sound of an ambulance in the distance.Distraught, I cursed loudly in my heart why the ambulance was so slow, and unknowingly shed tears all over my face.

The personnel who rushed to the scene to deal with it had already arrived at the door.I held Silva Bercy in my arms and looked up for the paramedics.At this time, I realized that Mr. Oberstein was lying in a corner only three or four meters away from me. He also looked injured, but his consciousness was very clear. He was looking towards me. .

The moment my eyes met his, I shivered.Paramedics have come to me and put Silva Bercy on a stretcher.I was covered in blood, and I was also thought to be injured by others.A man in a doctor's gown asked me how I was doing, but I turned a deaf ear.In my field of vision, only the man three meters away remained.

Soon, Mr. Oberstein was carried into the ambulance and sent away from the scene.

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I sat dazed in the emergency room.This bombing took the life of Silva Bercy, Minister of Industry, and more than [-] other people were killed and injured, causing heavy losses.For a country that is in desperate need of civil servants, it is almost an inestimable blow.

When Millhasen heard the news of the bombing, he ran to the hospital regardless of his still feverish body.I saw him wearing a thick jacket and appearing at the door of the emergency room with a panicked expression, his face flushed with fever.

"Paul! I'm here!"

I called him.He turned his head, rushed forward and hugged me happily, and didn't care that I was covered in blood and dust, which would stain his clothes.

"Are you hurt too?" He shook my bloody hand.I shake my head.Although there were some sporadic cuts on his body, they were nothing compared to many people who were seriously injured by the bombing.

"However, Sir Silva Bercy has passed away."

"What?"

Millhasen's expression of surprise turned into puzzlement, and then he became sad.

A large number of soldiers stood guard inside and outside the emergency room.The bombing also caused minor injuries to General Lutz and Minister of Military Affairs.It is natural for important cadres of the military to be under bomb attack.They set up dense guard posts in the hospital to filter people coming in and out.I watched these soldiers and officers walk up and down in front of me, and I felt dizzy and sick.

"Let's go home." I pushed Millhassen, and he helped me to my feet.

Outside the emergency room, we heard a conversation between two school-level officers, "Why is our military minister only slightly injured?"

The other person stood at the door with a serious expression, and answered his colleague in a low voice, "A poison that can walk, the strength of life force is not comparable to that of you and me. I really doubt whether he is human, heh heh .”

I unconsciously looked at the two officers with a disgusted expression.Millhassen had already called a taxi and wheeled me into it.

"What did you hear them say?"

"It's hard to hear, but maybe it's true." Millhasen crossed his arms and lowered his head as if he was thinking about something.When I touched his hot hand, it suddenly occurred to me that his fever had not subsided. "Is it true? Just ask your brother and you'll know? Those two are only majors, and they dare to speak so harshly, because the responsibility is not on them. Heh heh, it's so easy to speak ill of others behind their backs."

But just a few hours ago, I had reunited with Mr. Oberstein in the dark stairwell.I was shocked by his change, which definitely did not come from his longing and desire for me, but from the weathered and tired face on his face.

"you are tired……"

I can't help but think so.It turns out that being at the core of power is burning life in this way?Seeing him haggard, I can't overlap with the joy of practicing my ideal.

"Are you okay? Go back and take a shower, I think your clothes are finished."

Millharsen interrupted my contemplation.

I took three days off and no one asked me why.Now the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Industry is in a mess. Although the acting Minister of the Ministry of Industry has tried his best, everyone's work mood has been severely impacted.

I was alone in the apartment, sitting by the window and looking down.Because of the bombing the day before yesterday, there were many more patrolling military police on the streets, and the majority of them were soldiers.I lowered the curtains halfway, and watched the situation below through the screen.Around noon, a soldier hurriedly walked downstairs to the apartment where I lived.

The first floor is a bookstore.The soldier probably went in to ask something. Not long after, he heard footsteps coming upstairs.Then there was a somewhat rude knock on the door.

"Excuse me, does Ms. Marguerite Labenat live here?"

I reluctantly opened the door.The soldier who sounded old-fashioned in his voice turned out to be a boy in his teens.

"Are you Ms. Rabenet?"

"I am."

He reached out and handed me a tightly sealed small package, then gave a military salute, and said briefly and forcefully: "I was ordered to deliver this to you. Sorry to bother you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and went downstairs.

"Hey! Wait a minute, who asked you to give this to me?!"

The soldier was in such a hurry that he didn't answer my question at all.I closed the door with some disappointment, thinking that even if I asked, the other party probably didn't know, he was just following orders.

Turning back to the window, I started unpacking.The package was only about twelve or thirteen centimeters in size, but it was tightly wrapped layer after layer.People who want to give away don't want anyone to guess what's inside.There is no writing on the outside either.

It took about 10 minutes to clean up the wrapping paper, and a small blue paper box made my heart skip a beat.This color is very intimate.I quickly opened the box, and there was a letter inside, and an earring I lost at the banquet that day.

The pins on the back of the earrings were deformed and looked crushed.I unfolded the letter paper, and on it was written my familiar handwriting with a thick pen tip:

"I took your stuff, and I'm giving it back to you now. Thank you."

Not signed.The passionate kiss and caress in the stairwell of the mansion the day before yesterday flashed into his mind.My heart beat fast, and the letter and earrings fell to the ground.I bent down to pick it up. I didn't know whether it was the pain from the cuts on my body or the unbearable passion in my heart. Anyway, I tried for a long time, but I still couldn't pick it up.

Why say thank you? ………

Tears kept falling.

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I took a leave of absence due to my injuries from the bombing, and Millhassen had to go to work sick in order to represent me.Unexpectedly, I also caught a cold and lay in bed with a fever.What was supposed to be three days of sick leave became one week.

"I'm sorry for causing you to run around with illness like this." I watched him help me pour boiling water while coughing, feeling very sorry.

"Hey, why do you say that. I have the same cold as you, but you are still injured, so relatively speaking, I am healthier than you, so I have to go to work." Before he finished speaking, he bent down, He coughed a few times and almost spilled the water in the glass.He raised his head, smiled wryly and said to me:

"Look, this glass of water has been polluted by me. Do you want to drink it?"

"I'm just a person polluted by you. It's okay." I took the water and took a few sips immediately. "By the way, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" Millhassen walked to my bed and sat down.

"I remember you told me before that not having a lover doesn't mean you haven't been in love...I want to know what's going on." I pulled up the quilt, covered my head, exposed my eyes, and watched his face turn from white to white. turn red.

"Huh? Did I ever say such a thing?" There was a contrived smile on his lips.

"Yes, it was the time you taught me to smoke, in the bar next to the school. I was drunk that day."

"Since you're so drunk, you must have misremembered. I probably drank a lot too, so I can't believe what I said."

"Don't play dead, dear Paul. I say yes." I grabbed his shirt and gave him a wicked look.

Milhasen's expression suddenly became serious.

"I'm sorry, good Margaret, but I don't want to talk about it."

"Even if you don't want me?"

"Sorry, I'll tell you later. I don't want to talk about it right now."

I stared into his eyes, there was a touch of sadness in those gray eyes that were so transparent that people could feel the coolness and tranquility.I let go of his clothes.

"Okay. I'm sorry, I was talking too much, which made you unhappy."

For a split second, I felt a little offended by his rejection.I always took it for granted that he would tell me everything about him.The relationship between him and me is so natural and harmonious. From the first year of art college, everyone said that we were inseparable.After graduation, we started a business together, worked together, faced challenges together, and jointly published papers... He never deliberately competed with me, and I didn't mind whether he was better than me.I simply can't imagine how I would work and live in this strange place without him now?

Feeling apologetic slightly, I turned my head and stopped looking into his eyes.You can feel my pain too.Are you also suffering from some kind of love?Thoughts were running one after another, until he stood up before interrupting.

"I'll help you fill the kettle, I have to go back first. I'm so sleepy."

He came in from the kitchen with a full jug of water, put it on my bedside, told me to take a good rest, and went downstairs while yawning.I got up from the bed, walked to the window, and watched him hunching his neck, wearing a heavy jacket, and walking home slowly on the quiet street.

The so-called partner is nothing more than that.I sighed.Then, what kind of happiness do I expect from the love I desire?I was at a loss in my heart, are you married?oath?Romantic frenzy?Or are you addicted to the blushing and heartbeating Xunran?I lowered the curtains, turned off the lights, and got back under the covers.Unconsciously, she reached under the pillow and held the earring until she fell asleep.