[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Looking over there, it seems that someone is striding towards here.

Jane Eyre seemed to have recognized this person, and stood up awkwardly, but looked at Lydia and Miss Ball who were motionless beside her, feeling a little at a loss.

The man quickly walked up to them.

He looks very strong physically, and his appearance can be called majestic, but his face is full of depression.

The rather wealthy manor owner said rather displeasedly, "Two uninvited guests, why did you take my tutor away?"

He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows horizontally, almost putting "I'm very angry" on his face.

He looked as if he was about to lose his temper, but Lydia frowned.

What is "My Tutor"?

This is simply disrespectful!

Lydia turned her head and watched the reaction of this newly acquainted Miss Jane Eyre.From her own judgment alone, she might not be happy to be called a property.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Jane Eyre spoke.

"Mr. Rochester," she argued with a flushed face, "I brought the two ladies out, and I have told you many times that I am not anyone's vassal, please don't say that again .”

"Why," before Rochester could react, Lydia also said in a strange way, "Manor, are you still playing slavery? This is the era of the Queen's reign, and we are all free people. "

Miss de Boer nodded desperately.She quietly tugged on Lalydia's sleeve, signaling her to pay attention to the hem of this gentleman's shirt.

Um?What happened to the hem?

Lydia looked down, and really saw a length of mysterious flower vines and branches, which seemed to belong to the witch's clothes in the center.

Oh hoo?This manor owner has a wide range of interests?

"I pay her salary, I give her board and lodging," Rochester retorted, "isn't she my tutor?"

He didn't know that he had revealed some flaws, but it was obvious that the two people who suddenly appeared took Jane Eyre away and disrupted his planned plan.

Not to mention that all the things he planned were turned into ashes, and he had to leave the guests behind, and chased them out in a casual overshirt.

"You see, you admit that it belongs to your family, not yours. To be precise, she was hired by your family to teach, well, I don't know which child's tutor," Lydia said deliberately, " How can you be so disrespectful to the teacher now?"

She wanted to try to see if this Mr. Rochester who appeared suddenly was the one who caused the trouble this time.

As if they didn't expect the conversation to be so intense, Jane and Rochester were both stunned.

Lydia was more of a pick than a chat.

"Sorry, Miss Bennet," Jane Eyre hurriedly turned her head back and explained to Lydia, "Mr. Rochester didn't mean it, he was just a little worried about me..."

"Really?" Lydia simply took a step forward without doing anything else, blocking Jane Eyre behind her, "This Mr. Rochester? Are you worried about Jane?"

Since the title of this painting comes from "Thornfield Manor" and the signature is Jane Eyre's name, it must have something to do with this gentleman.

Enduring and enduring, Rochester stretched out his hand, trying to forcefully pull Jane Eyre to his side.

But although Lydia lost all her strength, she still had a stubborn temper.

She opened her hands and firmly guarded Jane Eyre behind her back, "With all due respect, you are so tough and have no gentlemanly demeanor, but you won't win the hearts of any ladies."

Forget about the commotion that you can't get, but if you just get started, it's like playing hooligans!

"Heh, do you think you are a lady in your current appearance?" Rochester mocked, "It's fine to come here uninvited, relying on my kindness to mock me in my manor? I'm afraid your behavior is not worthy of it." Your clothes."

He was not a good-tempered person at all, on the contrary, he was moody and unpredictable, and he could endure it until now only because of the presence of Jane Eyre.

Before Lydia stepped forward to slap the bastard, Jane Eyre came out from behind Lydia, and shook her arm, signaling her to stop talking.

Then he said to Rochester, "Please stop saying hurtful things, Mr. Rochester."

"Miss Eyre, do you think they are right?" Rochester said in disbelief, "You should think about it, who provided you with such a decent job with no worries about food and clothing!"

It's fine for her not to be grateful to Dade, but she actually made trouble!

"It's her own knowledge and good enough character," Lydia said, and she glanced at Rochester provocatively, "How rude, are you dozens of years old now? Have you got a wife? I'm afraid you haven't."

Sure enough, as if he had poked a sore spot, Rochester's face suddenly darkened.

"Get out!" he roared, "Uninvited guy, get out of my manor!" "Come on, Annie, Jane, you come with us too, it's too embarrassing to stay here," said Lidi Ya shrugged, "Just kidding, it's like who wants to come to your manor."

Jane hesitated for a moment, but still stood by Mr. Rochester's side.

Seeing Lydia's puzzled look, she explained, "My employment term hasn't expired yet..."

Rochester, who originally had a glimmer of hope, would really be stabbed.

He rudely pushed away Jane Eyre beside him, "I'll write you a letter of dismissal later," he said in a rough voice.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rochester," Jane Eyre only now realized that the words were ambiguous, "I haven't fulfilled my duties as Miss Adele's tutor. Since I promised you, I won't leave before then."

Rochester eased his expression, and looked down at the short Jane Eyre.

She was wearing very simple today, a long light blue dress and a cloak of the same color, and around her neck was only the pale white pearl necklace that he gave her as a reward and souvenir last time.

The light of the setting sun hit her face with a kind of tenderness and beauty that dazzled the soul.

He stretched out his hand and stroked her hair lightly, his gentle gaze seemed to drip water.

Jane Eyre was a little surprised by his actions, subconsciously avoided a step, but was almost pricked by a dogwood beside him.

It was Rochester who stretched out his hand to hold her, avoiding this small danger.

While they were talking, Lydia took Miss de Boer to look at Jane Eyre on the left and Rochester on the right.

Lydia pointed her eyes at Miss Bole, and Miss Bole blinked at her knowingly.

These two must have been in love for a while.

All right, there really isn't much room for them to intervene between two lovers.

Before they could actually exchange information, there was a splash on the lawn not far behind.

The voice was dull and familiar, as if she had heard it many times.

Lydia turned her head to look.

A familiar figure lay near a familiar place.

Before she had time to say anything, Miss Boer beside her was a little stunned.

She held up the complicated skirt, hugged the cloak, and hurried to the vicinity of Darcy to check the situation.

Lydia raised her eyebrows slowly.

they know each other?

And Rochester, with a dark face, slowly approached this rather strange person who appeared.As a person who has traveled to the European continent, he has heard a little bit of strange things that have appeared in various places, which is not unusual.

However, his lawn will have to be re-trimmed as a result.

Although at first he was angry and wanted to drive them out, but after hearing the ins and outs, Rochester kindly prepared guest rooms for them, and promised that they could stay there until they found a way to go back.

"Mr. Rochester may have a bad temper," Jane Eyre was sitting on the sofa in the guest bedroom, holding a cup of tea, "but he is actually a kind person."

Even though she always felt that Rochester's temper was indeed bad, she still believed that his character was more due to the hardships of life rather than his nature.

"I don't think so," Lydia said unhappily, "You're just in love..."

She swallowed the words that followed.

After all, I don't get along with Rochester very much, if Rochester is really a person who says he likes "control" and "occupation", but is actually shy and naive in his heart, wouldn't it be ridiculous?

Thinking of the shy look of Rochester, who was really strong, she shuddered.

Not to mention, the sky is getting dark, and I don't know if I can go back these two days.Being provoked and tempted so easily, I am afraid that Mr. Rochester is not the mastermind behind bringing them here.

After seeing off Jane Eyre, she went to the next door to take a look. Miss de Boer hadn't come back, and she was probably still taking care of her cousin.

Lydia had no choice but to go back to her bedroom, made her bed, and planned to sleep.

With relatives around, it was obvious that her help was not needed, Lydia thought.

I hope the mastermind behind the scenes will show up soon, it would be such a loss to delay the queen's banquet!There must be many handsome and handsome gentlemen on it.

After tidying up the bed, Lydia lay on the bed crookedly.

The feeling of exhaustion was particularly strong this time, and Lydia yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt as if someone pushed her.

Lydia was jolted awake by the jerk.

She opened her eyes, startled by the person in front of her face.

Following the moonlight, the pale and swollen face, the black-haired and black-eyed woman looked lifeless, obviously not ugly, but it gave Lydia a chill down her spine.

She held her breath and asked softly, "Are you..."

The beast-like woman stared at her for a while, then spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The painting you saw was drawn by me," she said vaguely, as if she had not spoken for a long time, and her vocal cords were a bit old, "I am the mistress of this house."

The author has something to say: 1 words today!Released in three chapters!This is Chapter [-]!There are two more chapters to come!

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