[Pride and Prejudice] Becoming Katherine Bennett

Catherine and Willard hadn't seen each other since Tina's last big ball.

This situation is a deliberate result of both parties.Catherine couldn't handle Willard's strength, especially after he showed his affection for her. Catherine thought that no matter how she thought about it, she should keep a distance from this gentleman, so that this relationship would quickly disappear.As for how the other party considered it, she was actually not very clear, but he asked Mr. Ben to discuss publication with her on his behalf, which was the best result for her.

Not seen for a few weeks, Willard is still the same style.He was in smart blue Clough, and he was the handsomest man Catherine had ever seen in Playboy.He was polite and gentle when he spoke to her, and there was a gleam in his pretty blue eyes.His attitude towards her was extremely calm and normal, as if he was a close friend with a deep relationship with her, and he did not reveal at all that any embarrassment had occurred between them.

Catherine didn't know whether to lament his acting skills or ridicule her fuss.For a gentleman like him, the specious temptation at the ball may have been said to different ladies hundreds of times, probably so many that he can't remember it, why should she react so much?But despite comforting herself like this, another voice echoed softly in Catherine's heart.You know he won't.

Willard greeted Jane and the others, and then stood on the right side of Catherine, which was also the outermost position of them, lowered his head and chatted softly with Catherine.

The topic he said was nothing special, and his tone was flat and gentle.Catherine was apprehensive for a moment, then she finally let go of her heart and secretly mocked her villainous heart.

Her feelings for Willard were really complicated, initially they were gratitude, gratitude and fear, and later they were embarrassment, discomfort and fear, so that they mixed together and became an inexplicable emotion.Catherine knew that it was suspected of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, and she also understood that she shouldn't be so cold-hearted towards other people's favor, but she couldn't deceive herself, she didn't want to accept his favor, and she didn't want to meet this gentleman too much.His strength and aggression frightened and made her uncomfortable.

But even though she had a lot of thoughts in her heart, Catherine didn't show it on the surface, and responded to Willard's words one by one.Willard asked how she was doing and congratulated her sister on her engagement to Mr. Walker.When he spoke, his words were very ordinary, but he always stopped after a few words.After repeating this several times, Jane and the others realized that maybe they should avoid them. Mr. Gordon wanted to talk to Catherine alone.

Elizabeth gave Catherine a concerned look, Catherine smiled and shook her head slightly, and Jane and the others moved a little over half a meter to the other side.

Willard asked Catherine softly, "Would you like some wine? Bonbon?"

He was so close to her that Catherine could feel his breath on her ear as he spoke.

Catherine took a step back subconsciously: "I don't drink much."

Willard pretended not to see her.He still had a smile on his face, and stared at Catherine with deep eyes: "That's a pity, but I still recommend you to taste it. Today's wine was produced in Bordeaux-Margaux in 1787. It is said that Napoleon's banquet was also accompanied by it. The wine is full-bodied and multi-layered, with notes of vanilla and violets particularly pungent and assertive."

Catherine didn't know anything about red wine, but Willard's introduction really aroused her interest.This interest has nothing to do with expensive red wine, she just thinks that the grand salon, gorgeous room, exquisite guests and expensive red wine can be written in and become part of character creation.Since becoming a person who makes a living with pens, Catherine will unconsciously understand and analyze many things and people from the perspective of a writer, turning what she has seen and heard into a part of the world in her pen.

"If you don't mind that I don't know how to appreciate and waste everything."

"Of course not." Willard chuckled.He did not tell Catherine that the red wine was taken from his cellar.It is thanks to her that everyone present can drink it today, just because he loves this taste and hopes to share it with her.

Willard motioned to the waiter to pour the wine, then handed it to Catherine, her eyes following his movements.Knowing that this wine is expensive and rare, Catherine did not drink it immediately after taking the glass. She carefully looked at the color of the wine and smelled it lightly.But maybe she really doesn't have any artistic germs, this wine is really a waste for her, she smelled it for a long time, but she couldn't smell anything special.

"Maybe Earl Ryan can use this as a celebration drink?" Catherine thought.

Willard shook the red wine glass lightly, and he understood what Catherine meant: "It's enough. Château Dijm's botrytized sweet white wine is also a good choice, but remember to write the year 1787."

Willard told her a lot of small details that only the extravagant nobles who spent a lot of money would be familiar with, which was extremely helpful to Catherine's creation.After all, she has no way of inquiring about these details, and not all nobles have the financial resources of Willard.She carefully remembered the other person's words, nodding from time to time, until Willard smiled and suggested that she drink the red wine, and the taste would change after a while, before she came back to her senses.

And it was only at this moment that she realized belatedly that almost all the young ladies in the salon were looking at them.

Catherine paused slightly with the hand holding the wine glass.She doesn't like the attention of people, and the situation makes her very uncomfortable.She decided to drink quickly, and then separated from Willard.Without him, there would never be so many people paying attention to him.

In the goblet in his hand, the dark red wine exudes a charming and fragrant fragrance.Catherine raised her glass and kept telling herself that this wine was expensive, so she had to taste it carefully.But neither before nor now, Catherine has no noble status. She rarely drinks such expensive red wine. She drank too little and too quickly at the first sip. has slipped down the throat.Catherine took another sip until she finished the small glass of wine before she calmly said, "Well, it's quite delicious."

Willard looked at her, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "How delicious is it?"

"It smells delicious." Catherine thought of a correct answer.In fact, she didn't drink it at all. She just felt that the wine was indeed richer and more mellow than the few red wines she had ever had, but that was all.She didn't taste the aroma of the wine, and she didn't want to continue talking with Willard in detail under the gaze of so many people.

Catherine was trying to find a reason to leave when a beautiful figure walked over.

"Willard, is this lady your friend? Please introduce me, why haven't I seen it before?" Miss Manla asked.She was wearing a bright red dress, with her beautiful face, the whole figure was like a fiery rose, attracting everyone's attention.She walked gracefully, her figure swaying and moving.

However, compared with her attractive appearance, her tone is really not good.Catherine could hear that she was trying to hide it, but there was a strong smell of lemon.

Catherine realized that she was forced to be involved in the love-hate relationship between Willard and Miss Manla, she couldn't help being a little anxious, and wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but she couldn't.

She couldn't leave, not because of anything else, but because she was afraid that if she left, Willard didn't know what he would do.From the last time at the ball, after the dance music ended, he completely ignored other people's eyes, and he held her hand and refused to let go. It can be seen that as long as Willard wants to do something, he doesn't care about other people's feelings at all.On today's occasion, he didn't need to say much, he only needed to raise his hand to involve her again, and Catherine had a premonition that her name would fly all over London tomorrow.

She is timid and dare not make him unhappy.

But staying here actually made her uneasy.Catherine was not sure how Willard would introduce her.To tell the truth, she was very afraid that he would speak wild words and say some vague words on purpose.Catherine hesitated whether to introduce herself first, but Willard spoke quickly, and there was nothing she worried about in what she said.

In fact, he didn't even mention her.Willard glanced at Manla, with a casual smile on his face. Although there was a little smile in his words, it was more of undisguised indifference: "It doesn't matter who you are, Manla."

It was not the first time Catherine had heard him speak in such a hurtful tone.She immediately looked down at the ground, daring to look at neither Willard nor Manla.

If she looked up at this moment, she would have seen tears welling up in Miss Manla's eyes, and Willard ignored her without any intention of apologizing.Miss Manla took a deep breath, suppressed the tears in her eyes, and left without saying a word.Her position was a little far away from Catherine, so the latter could not notice her departure in the first place.

Catherine insisted on keeping her head down, not daring to move, until her neck felt a little heavy and uncomfortable, then she raised her head cautiously, wanting to take a look at the current situation.

She raised her head, and her gaze coincided with Willard's eyes.In those deep eyes, there seemed to be surging waves, beating hard rocks angrily.

It turned out that during this period, he had been watching her in silence.He looked at her as long as she lowered her head.

Catherine turned her face sideways and said softly, "I think I should go find my sister and the others."

Willard said nothing.Catherine stood where she was, not daring to look at him or move.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Willard said lazily after being quiet for a moment.

"No." Catherine answered quickly.She wondered exactly what Willard was referring to, but whatever it was, she wasn't interested.

"Heh." Willard let out a chuckle, the voice was indifferent Catherine had never heard before, and there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in it, "Smart lady, huh?"

Catherine pinched the hem of the skirt with her fingers, but said nothing.They stood silently in the corner for a long time, and Willard suddenly turned around without saying a word.

Catherine dared to look back at Willard after feeling that the other party was walking away.She looked at his back and saw him striding towards the door.Along the way, many people greeted him with smiles on their faces, but his footsteps did not stop at all, and he walked out of the salon without paying attention to anyone.

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt very tired.

For the first time since they met, Willard showed such a cold tone to Catherine.But Catherine was not in the slightest emotion of shock.It wasn't the first time she saw Willard's attitude like this, but this time the object was changed to her.

Catherine is very self-aware and has never imagined that she has a heroine.This is not reading romance. How can there be a sick girl who is indifferent to the whole world but gentle and sincere to the woman she loves?Even if there was, compared with the general probability of winning the lottery, she still thinks it is more reliable to stick to her cognition.

In her mind, seeing how a man is is not to be judged by how he treats you in love.When you are passionately in love and irrational, anyone may pretend to be a saint who changes for love during this time.The only thing that can be used as a reference is to see how he treats others.The heat of love will eventually fade, and what he treats others now will treat himself then.