[Pride and Prejudice] Becoming Katherine Bennett

Willard didn't answer.

He looked at the gate and turned his gaze to Catherine, and saw her turn almost 180 degrees to face the gate, the expression on her face subconsciously became relieved, like a desperate traveler who finally saw the spring in the desert.

Willard's tenderness was gone.His face was expressionless, and his tone became undulating again: "The knight is here to save the princess, huh?"

The knocking on the door continued.Darcy didn't hear Willard's very soft mocking voice, he knocked on the door and repeated: "Open the door."

Catherine stood up from the sofa and frantically tugged at the shoulder sleeves of her dress, trying to smooth them out.

Willard raised a smile, took the cigar out of the cigarette case, and squeezed it between his fingers: "Perhaps it is my face that should be covered more. How are you going to explain it to your sweetheart, huh? Say that I have bad intentions for you It doesn't matter, you can make up a lie that makes you sound very innocent, and that all the fault is my lie, and beg Mr. Darcy to forgive you."

Catherine said bluntly: "I don't need to lie to him, he won't push me like you do." Then she walked towards the door.

Willard stood where he was, without any intention of blocking her movements. He squinted his eyes, looked at her back quietly, turned his head slightly and lit a cigar, and the smoke filled the surroundings.

When Catherine's hand touched the door lock, Willard's lazy tone reached her ears through the thin smoke.

"That's great. You can easily keep him in the dark by only selectively telling him the facts you want him to know. I'm glad you found such a gentleman. May your mask be well." For the rest of my life, my miss. If not..." Willard said softly, with a certainty in his tone.

"Come find me."

Catherine hesitated, but immediately continued to unlock the door.

The door was pushed open in an instant, and Darcy stood in front of the door, staring deeply at her.

Catherine noticed with apprehension that he was frowning and serious.

"Hello, Mr. Darcy, it's a pleasure to meet here." Willard greeted him friendly and hearty, as if they were meeting at the king's ball, which was an ordinary social occasion.

Darcy looked away, and saw the crimson fingerprints on Willard's face at a glance.Without saying a word, he looked at Catherine again, who looked pale and tilted her head, avoiding his sight.

Darcy's distraught mind was overflowing with tension and anxiety.He didn't know what happened between the two, and he didn't know why Catherine came here to meet Willard alone.He was deeply troubled on the way here, but he couldn't think of the reason anyway.

He stared deeply at Catherine, with many questions in his mind.He glanced at Willard again, and there were impulses in his heart one after another.

But, now is not the time.

No matter how much trouble and anger he has, there is no doubt that those are not the most important things right now.

What is the most important thing?

Darcy took off his coat, put the clothes lightly on Catherine's body, then reached out and took her hands hanging on both sides of her body firmly in his.When the two of them touched each other, he realized that her hands were cold and her fingertips were trembling.

Darcy wanted to tell his lady aloud not to be afraid, he was there for everything.But he has no idea of ​​showing others how loving they are.He pulled Catherine hard, and took half a step forward, protecting her behind her.

Willard stood not far away and quietly witnessed this scene, the relaxed expression on his face remained unchanged, but his gaze towards Darcy gradually became cold and sharp.

Compared with his sharpness, Darcy just responded with his usual calmness: "If there is nothing wrong, I will take my fiancee and leave, Mr. Gordon."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "fiancée", announcing the relationship between the two and his ownership of his sweetheart like a lion occupying a territory.When speaking, Darcy looked back at Willard calmly, as if he didn't feel the strong emotions of the other party.

"Oh, I just came back from Paris and haven't heard the good news. When did it happen?"

"There is no large-scale notification, only our two family members know."

"Well, then maybe this is a good thing." When Willard said "maybe", his tone was vague, making it hard to tell whether he was blessing or pointing out something.

Darcy looked as usual: "Thank you for your blessings. If Catherine and I hadn't made an appointment to have dinner with my family later, I would have interrupted for a while. Now please allow us to say goodbye."

Willard smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I wasted your time. Please go ahead! Looking forward to seeing you next time, Mr. Darcy, Miss Catherine."

"Me too." Darcy nodded slightly.

Then, he turned around, took Catherine's hand and walked out.Catherine staggered after him like a soulless doll.

They walked out of the newspaper office all the way, got into the carriage, and the wheels slid forward slowly.

Darcy let go of Catherine's hand, which surprised her, but in the next second, his hand reached out again, folded her two hands together, and wrapped them up and down with the palm of his hand. .

The gentle heat penetrated through the skin, like a warm current, slowly slid into Catherine's cold limbs and heart, allowing her body to gradually return to temperature.

When her palms felt damp and hot, Darcy asked, "Is it still cold?"

Catherine shook her head.

Darcy put her hands gently back on her lap, retracting her own palms.

Neither of them spoke, as there had been many silences in the past.But this time, Catherine could clearly feel the difference in the atmosphere.

Darcy's quietness had never frightened her so much as at this moment.

She was scared, she was really scared.She hoped that he could say something casually, even if he accused her, it was far better than being quiet and indifferent.

Catherine lowered her head, and her fingers were tightly twisted together. Uneasiness, apprehension, and tension all rushed to her heart at this moment.She hated herself for being weak and useless.

She was eager to say something, but she was afraid that after she opened her mouth to break the silence, she would face an ending she never wanted to happen.

After a long silence, the carriage stopped.

"Here we are," said Darcy.

Catherine raised her head blankly and found that the car had parked in front of Darcy's house.

Catherine moved her lips.She thought Darcy would send her home, but now it seemed that things were better than she thought, at least he didn't intend to abandon her immediately.

Darcy opened the door of the carriage. Georgiana was already standing beside the carriage with a beaming expression on her face: "Catherine, you came very late... Oh, what's wrong with you, why do you look so pale?"

Catherine caught her breath and didn't know how to answer this question.She looked helplessly at Darcy, who said, "Catherine is a little uncomfortable. I advised her not to go out, but she misses you very much and insists on seeing you."

Darcy's lies make Georgiana very happy.She is happy with the care her future sister-in-law has shown her, and she is also worried about her body from the bottom of her heart.

Georgiana gently took Catherine's arm and insisted on helping her to the bedroom: "Can you go and rest for a while? I'll take care of you."

Catherine couldn't help looking at Darcy. He looked at her with a gentle expression, and the shallow smile on his mouth was full of comfort: "Go and rest for a while, okay? You really look uncomfortable. Others, no matter what, Darcy emphasized, "It's not as important as your body, we can talk about it later."

Catherine's tense nerves relaxed slightly.Darcy's attitude put her in her mind, and postponed for a moment the time when he had abandoned her.

After entering the bedroom, Catherine was lying on the bed, and Georgiana tucked the quilt for her intimately.

"Do you need me to accompany you? Or do you want to be alone?" Georgiana said.

"You can stay with me for a while, okay?" Catherine didn't want to be alone, she couldn't control her thoughts, such moments of silence would only make her useless thoughts.

"Actually, I would also like to accompany you," Georgiana was very happy. "May I read some books for you? Or do you want to listen to the harp? I play pretty well, and my brother praised me."

"No need, thank you, Georgiana, just have a conversation with me."

"Oh, yes," Georgiana chirped about her life for the past two days, and Catherine responded softly.

Georgiana looked at her and blushed: "Catherine, I hope you don't think I'm indifferent. I'm very sad to see you uncomfortable, but I'm very happy that I can help you. You have always taken care of me. Now I can help you I'm glad you did something."

Catherine almost cried when she heard this.

People always yearn for comfort and warmth when they are vulnerable and sad. At this time, any kindness from others will be infinitely magnified, not to mention Georgiana's straightforward and generous words?

"Please don't say that. I haven't done much. I'm afraid I can't afford your kindness."

Georgiana said: "Why not? I heard from my brother that you..."

She still couldn't talk about the past, but she wanted Catherine to understand her feelings: "I used to think you were a kind and gentle person, but now I understand how good you really are, not to mention taking care of you, but taking care of you when you are sick." I am all willing."

Catherine could no longer suppress it, and tears welled up in her eyes.She couldn't help crying, and the tears couldn't stop falling.

Georgiana suddenly became at a loss: "Catherine, why are you crying! God, don't cry."

Catherine's eyes were blurred by tears, and she couldn't help it.She stuffed her head into the quilt, bit her lips tightly, and shed tears silently and presumptuously.

She is in pain.The impact of the sudden conversation on her cannot be summed up and described in a few words.If all the setbacks in the past would only make her stand up with tears all over her face, this time, the pain of being unprepared to expose the deepest secret hidden in her heart and possibly losing the one she loves is the real pain. broke her back.

All those low self-esteem that she had suppressed for a long time came back to her mind at this moment.

Catherine was in extreme emotions.She began to despise herself, believing she was getting carried away.Why does she think she can get better?Just because she has time-traveled and has a more advanced consciousness than others, can she live a good life?

Where does she deserve it?She was never supposed to have a good life and precious emotions. If she had it for a while, it must be her illusion or God's fool, and her happiness will be taken away soon.

This kind of thing has happened time and time again, but it is useless for her to forget the past and think that she can have happiness.No matter how hard she tried, she would always be the little girl who was thrown in front of the orphanage, and nothing had changed.

She never deserved a good life.She didn't take care of herself.

Catherine closed her eyes in despair, out of breath from crying.

At this time, a force began to contend with her hand holding the quilt.Before Catherine could react, the soft quilt was lifted vigorously.

The darkness in front of him dissipated in an instant, and the sun rushed in.

Accompanied by bright, is a broad shoulders and a warm embrace.

Catherine felt that she was being lifted up and hugged in his arms. The other party was very strong, as if he was afraid that she would leave, he held her tightly, and his broad palms stroked the back of her head, pressing her head on her shoulders. What you touch is soft with warmth.

"Catherine, please don't cry, okay," Darcy's voice sounded in her ear, recalling the temperature that she was almost separated from her body, "as long as you don't cry anymore, I will do anything for you. God swear."

Catherine sobbed, her mind blank.

Darcy let go of her, put one hand on her shoulder, and the other hand stroked her cheek, wiping her tears.

His movements were extremely gentle, and his slightly rough fingers slid across gently, leaving gentle marks.

Catherine cried even harder, she couldn't express how she felt, she looked at him with a sad voice: "Please don't do this to me, Mr. Darcy, you will make me misunderstand that you still love me .”

"Catherine," Darcy was taken aback for a moment, and then he was a little angry, but tried his best to suppress it, and asked calmly, "I beg you to make it clear, why do you misunderstand that I don't love you anymore?"

"Because I'm not good enough."

Darcy said excitedly: "No, this has nothing to do with it. It must be my question that has misunderstood you. Then I will be more direct now, and please forgive my recklessness."

"I love you, Catherine, I love you so much that I lose my mind. If you rely on my emotions to ask me to do something crazy, I won't hesitate for a moment. And now you actually say that I don't love you."

As he spoke, Darcy reached out and grabbed Catherine's palm, and placed it on his heart. The frantic beating of the heart brought Catherine back to her senses.

Her eyes were no longer scattered, but gradually concentrated, and finally fell on Darcy's face.

It was also at this time that she saw Darcy's expression clearly—it was something she had never seen before, and no one could imagine the frenzy and excitement that would appear on him.

"Feel it? It's beating for you. It's already yours, take it with you."

Catherine's voice trembled slightly: "No, sir, maybe you'll change your mind after I finish."

"No, my Catherine. If you want to tell me some things, you can tell me. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I won't force you. This decision is not because of my generosity, but because I love you. To be honest, I started I was really nervous and jealous, but after I calmed down on the way home, I already thought clearly," Darcy's heart was beating violently, "For me, you are the most important thing."

"I believe in you. When I loved you, I gave you my trust and tolerance."

"This is what you taught me, have you forgotten, you said, 'The reason why love is love is not only passion and admiration, but also compromise and tolerance.'"

Catherine was stunned: "You... remember?"

"Of course. I remember every word you said. I worked hard to fulfill every request you asked. I didn't want to flaunt my intentions, but my silence seemed to make you doubt my feelings."

Darcy let go of her grip, took a sheet of paper from his pocket, and handed it to her.

Catherine took it and opened it, and found that the letter paper was brand new with recent handwriting, and there was an address written on it: 90 Oxford Street.

"This is?"

"I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but I can't show you any other proof of my love for the time being, so I can only stop hiding this matter. This is the publishing house I bought, and I have already found a manager. Books by female authors will be published exclusively.”

Catherine was completely stunned.She opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

"You told Georgiana that you wrote "Alice" to help more women. I have no other abilities. After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I can only give some useless money to help you." His eyes were shining with sunshine, The voice is like a spring breeze, "You can tell me what you think, I dare not say arrogantly that everything is destined to come true, but I will do my best to help you realize it."

With that said, Darcy took her hand again, silently conveying some kind of power.

That is love.

The author has something to say: talk nonsense again, it's very long, don't read it if you don't mind.Originally, I was replying to a cute comment, but it spread a lot:

When I first wrote this story, I never thought of portraying a heroine who uses the knowledge of later generations to kill the Quartet.

She is just an ordinary person, some cuties said that the heroine should be braver and more fierce (?), but she is actually an ordinary person.

I know that many of us are willing to look for a kind of "cool" feeling in the story that is hard to find in reality.I hope the protagonist can do it for us. It is impossible for us to travel through, to have a system, and to overthrow and start over.

In contrast, my story has a slower pace, without violent conflicts and contradictions.I lost a lot of readers because of this.There are really many, as can be seen from the comments, there are not many people who have seen it since the beginning, and many people have left.At one point I was too scared to read the comments by the critical remarks.

But I remember what I want to write.

From the beginning to the end, what I want to write is a story of a poor but hard-working girl who is filled with love and grows up warmly.The story wasn't good enough, I admit it, and I've suffered the consequences, losing a lot of readers and receiving not-so-good reviews.

But I still hope to be Santa Claus and give a gift to a good child.

The heroine can't compare to those girls who are up and down with swords, but I (just my personal opinion, there is no absolute meaning, don't scold me) she is closer to you and me.

May we have Santa too.