[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Lydia's eyes froze.

She let go of the hand held by Darcy who didn't know when, and rushed forward, trying to hold Rose who was about to jump off.

"Miss Rose!" she cried.

And Rose seemed to be aware of her intentions, and jumped into the sea.

When Lydia arrived, she could only catch the corner of her skirt that was about to slide off with quick eyes and hands.

Fortunately, Rose was wearing a long enough lace skirt, and the quality of this skirt was really good.

Lydia smoothly enlarged the area little by little, and lifted Rose up little by little like a tug of war. The whole process did not take more than a minute.

During this process, Rose, who was struggling non-stop, was hoisted up by Lydia bit by bit like a hanging doll.

Rose's mood is one of the stalks.

She felt, really, a little ashamed.Even wanted to dance again.

But it didn't work. In fact, she regretted it when she came up.She didn't want to die at all, or rather, she didn't want to die that much.Although her death was indeed a one-hundredth, but thinking of her mother and family, the burden on her seemed to be heavy again.

The courage seemed to fade in an instant.

Lydia raised her face and asked her earnestly, "You are not even afraid of death, are you afraid of living?"

Rose showed an embarrassing smile, "I think I feel that being alive is a double suffering for me."

Her hair was disheveled, and her dress was a little damaged in the struggle.

Lydia sighed, helped her up, and straightened her skirt a little.

Rose remained motionless and let her play with her, but she was a little surprised at how familiar Mr. Bennet was with women's clothing.

In fact, this dress is extremely complicated, and the ribbon binding method at the front is definitely not something that ordinary men can untie. Even if it is so messy that it almost falls off, it may not be possible for them to untie it for half an hour.

At least her fiancé, Carl, was absolutely, absolutely fine.

Karl would rather send her twenty maids to make clothes than waste a single minute on this.

Lydia looked around. Fortunately, there were not many people on the deck now, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

She sighed, took Rose's hand, and walked to the other side of the deck.

Rose was a little surprised by this gentleman's sudden action, but considering that Carl told her about Mr. Bennet's previous heroic rescue process, it seemed not surprising.

The heat of the palm came from her fingertips, Rose was pulled tightly, and there was a real sense of "I'm still alive".And Darcy followed silently, occasionally glancing at Lydia and Rose holding hands.

The place Lydia took Rose to was a book bar with simple decoration, the main color was black and white, and some people gathered around to chat quietly.

Rose looked at this place curiously, she had never been here before, and she was usually in the clubhouse, dance hall, and restaurant near the upper class cabin.

Lydia led Rose, who was looking around, to a quiet place to sit down. Darcy got up very consciously, went to the front desk and ordered two cups of hot cocoa and a cup of coffee.

"Isn't it interesting to come here for the first time?" Lydia crossed her hands and leaned back on the chair. "There are so many interesting things in the world, why would you give up your life so easily?"

She really didn't understand why a beautiful lady who seemed to be rich would want to jump into the sea.

"Well... I don't know," Rose said, she sighed, her delicate and beautiful eyes also lost their original color and became gloomy, "I don't want to marry my fiancé."

"If you don't want to marry, don't marry, there are so many..." Lydia saw Darcy walking over with three glasses of drinks in the middle of her words.

She handed Rose the hot cocoa from above, placed Darcy's coffee in front of his place, and raised the last cup.

Confused, Rose took the cocoa offered by Lydia and took a big sip.

"Maybe..." She remembered her mother crying, and became depressed again, "My family needs this kind of marriage, and they won't agree with me refusing this marriage contract."

"Your family can only be maintained by your marriage contract?" Lydia almost widened her eyes.

She asked in disbelief, "Huh? There is such a broken family?"

Darcy came back with another good book nearby, just in time to hear Lydia questioning.

"What family?" Darcy asked, passing the book to Lydia.

"This kind of family that achieves nothing and can only be maintained by women, is there still a need for investment?" Lydia asked with some doubts while holding a hot drink.

"Probably because my fiancé is the well-known Carl Hockley, and he never treated me badly, and even because I invested more in the family," Rose said listlessly, "A successful, handsome, and Missing my fiancé, even my mother couldn't fault it. Besides, she was very fond of Carl."

"It's good for you to have money," Lydia keenly grasped the key words, "Then why don't you have any feelings?"

She recalled that Karl himself, whom she saw yesterday, was not ugly.

Could it be that this young master has an unknown hidden disease?

"He's a businessman, a purely self-interested businessman," Rose groaned bitterly, "and I like art. I really can't figure out why anyone can't even distinguish the obvious paintings!"

She can be said to have resented it for a long time.

Of course Rose knew that Carl studied very seriously, but they were really not suitable at all.

It's like a girl who loves literature married a guy who only understands mathematics. Even if the two people's identities and classes match, and they can't talk together, how can they connect with the so-called relationship?

Lydia really didn't expect it to be because of this.

She twitched her lips, "Did Mr. Hockley buy stacked oil paintings for you even though he didn't understand? Have you bought jewelry? Have you given clothes?"

This plot is so damn familiar.What a coincidence.Ha ha.

Lydia remembered that she recently received Mr. Darcy's notebook, parchment, all kinds of ornaments and pendants that looked extremely noble but were completely unsuitable for going out.

"How do you know?" Rose asked in surprise, but after thinking about it, she made an excuse for Lydia.

"Yes, he really likes to show off to others and what he gave me," Rose said in a depressed mood. I'd better go for a walk."

"Well..." Lydia mused, "wouldn't you, uh, have you told him this?"

As a new lover, Lydia tried hard to explain, "For example, talk to him?"

"I talked to him, and he said he wouldn't break off the engagement," Rose said, "and I'm barely living on Carl's charity, and my family owes a lot of debt."

She opened her hands and looked at the expensive and dazzling dress and jewelry on her body, "Look, our family has become like this, and we can't even afford the daily expenses. If it wasn't for Karl, you might not even be able to see me."

But she really couldn't have anything other than family and friendship with Karl.

Even if she can't force herself.

"So you only thought of jumping into the sea to solve this problem?" Lydia frowned, "Is it you who owe the debt or your family? How many people are there in your family? Is it only you who should bear it?"

"It's just me and my mother," Rose replied, "and my mother can't afford the mortgage on the house."

So he pinned his hopes on his daughter, hoping that she would firmly bind Karl, the wealthy son-in-law.

"Let me think about it..." Lydia knocked on the table, "Do you want to pay back the money?"

"Yes, but I don't know how to make money," Rose said. "I don't know anything about the world...if only painting could make money."

She was talented in painting since she was a child, and she also has an extraordinary vision for distinguishing true and false paintings, for which she was praised by everyone.But now I realize that painting seems to be too extravagant for a poor lady, and any of her hobbies are too delusional.

"Hmm..." Lydia didn't know how to say it.

She clenched her fist and said hesitantly, "Maybe, let me beat him up for you?"

This remark amused Rose, and she covered her face and laughed.

"Thank you, Mr. Bennet, I feel better after saying this," she seemed to be in a better mood after laughing, "I think I can find a way by myself."

"You're welcome..." Lydia replied dully, "If you need to hit him at the door, please tell me?"

She watched Rose straighten her spine with a smile, and slowly get up to leave, a little dazed.

"Did I say something?" she asked. "She just left?"

"She's a grown-up, Lydia," Darcy replied, "and she'll find her way."

Lydia responded twice, and then excitedly pulled Darcy to prepare for the dance.

She has recently learned men's footsteps, and she feels that she dances quite well. She tries to practice in three days to enrich her experience.

Excitedly, Lydia changed her clothes and went straight to her destination, but she didn't expect to meet other people by chance.

"How did you get in here," she whispered to Jack, "I thought you couldn't get in without an invitation letter."

The invitation letters were sent directly to some rooms in the upper class and middle class. Lydia and Darcy also received the invitations as part of them, and they even had special personnel to check them when they came in.

"Come in over the wall," Jack also replied in a low voice.

Lydia nodded thoughtfully.It makes sense, she seems to have heard that she can go to the ball like this before.

Halfway through the nod, he paused.

Wait, this is not land, where can I climb in by climbing on the wall?

She looked at Jack suspiciously, "You lied to me?"

Jack turned his head nonchalantly, "Did I say something?"

Sinbad, who watched the whole process, hooked his lips.

Lydia turned her head away and ignored the guy.She leaned against the wall and hummed, waiting for Darcy to bring the wine.

Unexpectedly, what Darcy, who walked slowly over, handed her was not wine, but a glass of clean milk.

Lydia swirled the glass and sniffed again.Well, it is indeed milk.

"Darcy," she asked in disbelief, "you just give me this?"

"You can't drink," Darcy said helplessly, "besides, I don't think it's a good idea to get drunk here."

She grunted complainingly, ignored Jack's coaxing and drank it dry, then frowned and complained, "I can't believe there is such a nasty thing in the world."

"You didn't say that before," said Darcy, "you made me supervise your glass of milk every day."

"People will always change, it's not normal," Lydia wrinkled her small, round nose, "If you drink it every day, the taste of milk will become more and more weird."

Before she could complain, she heard a terrified roar from the hall.

Carl, who was bringing Rose over and was about to thank Lydia again, also stopped in his tracks.

Lydia looked up and saw a person rushing in, yelling regardless, "The boat is cracked! The boat is cracked!"

The author has something to say: Loading the capsized script.....

Question: You need a partner to learn dancing. Jane and Kitty are busy in the clothing store, and Mary and her fiancé go out to write and draw. Who did she learn her male steps from?

Answer: Darcy.As a tool man, he not only gave gifts, but also danced female steps

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