[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

John Watson?

Lydia frowned, she seemed to be familiar with the name.

When Lydia frowned and thought about where she had seen this name, Darcy over there had already shaken hands with Watson. After the two exchanged polite greetings, Darcy introduced the women present to Watson.

The newly appointed sheriff is quite gentle and seems to be quite pleasing to women.

He first came to praise Lady Catherine's dress, nodded slightly to Miss Anne de Boer, and then turned to Lydia.

John Watson was a little puzzled. He didn't remember that the De Boer family had such a female relative. Could it be the Miss Georgiana Darcy who was studying in a girls' boarding school?

But it seems not.Miss Darcy had visited Rosings Manor this spring, and although Watson had never met her face to face that day, that lady was thinner, weaker, and not as tall as her.

With a hint of a smile, he said, "This is..."

"My nephew's fiancée and Anne's best friend, Miss Lydia Bennet," said Mrs. Catherine, "maybe you have heard of it?"

Lydia lifted the hem of her skirt, bent slightly, and curtsied cautiously.

"It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Watson," she said.

John Watson was stunned for a moment, "Miss Bennet?"

A useful piece of information seemed to pass through his mind. He did know the lady—in fact, as a doctor, he also subscribed to the paper.

"I have heard," he said cautiously, "Have you received funding from the Royal Geographical Society this year to go to France to collect rare specimens?"

He seemed to have seen the news in the newspaper.

Lydia smiled at the word.

"Yes, I think, I should re-introduce myself?" Lydia stretched out her right hand, "Adventurer Lydia Bennett, a member of the Royal Geographical Society, is currently on vacation after a trip."

Watson also laughed, "I really appreciate your travel diary, it's really interesting."

He took Lydia's outstretched hand casually.

After dealing with Heathcliff, Watson bid farewell to everyone.

Madam Catherine very politely invited, "I'm really sorry to trouble you, I plan to hold a dinner in the manor tomorrow, would you like to honor me?"

Watson picked up his crutches, put his coat on his hands, and smiled again when he heard this sentence.

He waved his hand, "You know, my old buddy probably doesn't want to come, and I can't leave him alone at home..."

"I'm assuming that if you can think of this, John," said a strange male voice from the door, "you might prefer to let me go in today and rest for a while?"

This sound made Watson smile bitterly, "Sherlock, I'm planning to go back..."

Lydia looked towards the door and found that the man was obviously the "old man" in Watson's mouth.

"After I saw you off, I went to the crime scene again. This time, your affairs have not been settled. I planned to wait for you to go back together." The man named "Sherlock" stood inside Standing there, the light slightly reflected his face, "But obviously, you've stayed here for too long—"

The gentleman looked into the room, aimed at Lydia, frowned slightly, and began to examine her.

He has a pair of gray eyes, as sharp as a falcon, and against the orange light, they are like ice on a fire, which will not melt for a long time.

The feeling of being looked at by this kind of eyes is really not good, too deep and penetrating. Lydia frowned, feeling like she was being exposed to the scorching sun, and her whole body was on the first level of alert.

Fortunately, Darcy took a step forward, blocking the rather probing eyes.

"Long time no see, Mr. Holmes." Darcy held out his hand to Holmes. "You still look very young, and you seem to be exactly the same as the first time I saw you."

"Little Mr. Darcy, it's been a long time." Mr. Holmes shook his hand firmly. "How is your sister? Is your body still in good health? It's been a long time since you left, but you look a lot more stable."

"After all these years have passed, you now..."

When Darcy and Mr. Holmes finished their courtesies, they turned and left.

Holmes glanced at Lydia, who was standing beside her with a polite smile, nodded to her, picked up his cane and left.

Watson chatted with Mrs. Catherine for a few more words, and after confirming the time to attend the dinner tomorrow, he turned around and trotted after Holmes.

Lydia couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. She felt a lot more relaxed after Mr. Holmes left.

"Lydia, do you want to sleep with me today?" After the two of them left, Annie hurriedly said, "We can still chat together."

She could no longer want to know how Lydia got engaged to her cousin, and what kind of situation she was with her cousin now.

"No, Anne," Madam Catherine said disapprovingly, "You must ensure that you have enough rest. You have just been sick, and this has improved, and you can't get worse."

"Mom, Mom," Anne took her arm coquettishly, "Just this time, the next time Lydia comes to Rosings Manor may be after she gets married, just this time."

How could Mrs. Catherine, who was usually very strict with Annie's family education, think that Annie would abandon her self-consciousness of a lady and act coquettishly towards her just for the sake of chatting?

She was recovering from a serious illness again, and Madam Catherine couldn't bear to refuse her daughter's entreaties.

She looked at Lydia, "Lydia is a guest, how can I sleep with you, you usually joke with Georgiana, but Lydia's future is..." But she wants to be your cousin.

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted abruptly by Lydia.

"Okay," Lydia said with a smile, "I happen to have a bucketful of stories."

Annie immediately grabbed Lydia's hand, and the two slipped into the bedroom.

Leaving Darcy and Catherine's aunt and nephew looking at each other funny.

"It's still a child's temper," Madam Catherine said pointedly, "Fitzwilliam, are you sure?"

Darcy nodded slowly, "Yes."

He looked at Madam Catherine a little uneasy. Although this decision would not be shaken by Madam Catherine, he was still a little worried about her attitude.

After all, Mrs. Catherine is his closest remaining elder.

"Have you fixed the wedding date?" asked Mrs. Catherine. "I'll visit the Bennet's house some other day. Let's settle all of these. I remember Lydia has several sisters. Are they all married?"

Darcy shook his head, "Not yet, so I plan to get engaged first and wait two years before getting married."

Darcy saw Lady Catherine give him a stern look.

"You are not usually a rigid person," Madam Catherine said angrily, "If you plan to get engaged first, then you have to propose first! Did you ask?"

Darcy froze.

Except for the proposal that was rejected last time, he doesn't seem to have proposed again.

He looked at Madam Catherine hesitantly, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.

Catherine was angry and funny at the same time, "Tomorrow, you will propose marriage tomorrow! It's a shame, as a gentleman, you forget this kind of thing. I will visit Bennet's house in a few days, bring gifts, and discuss the wedding. matter."

"Okay, it's getting late." Madam Catherine waved her hand, feeling that the two juniors were causing headaches, "Let's go back first, it's getting late."

Here Darcy and Lady Catherine are discussing engagement, while Lydia and Anne in the room are lying on the bed, whispering under the quilt.

It was the first time Annie tried to hide under the quilt and chat with the little sister. After Lydia finished telling a story, she was still rolling around excitedly, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Lydia had to stop this behavior, "Annie, don't move, you will fall down later."

"I know, I know, Lydia," Annie said quietly for a while.

After a while, Lydia heard the sound of the quilt rustling again, and then something warm grabbed her arm.

Lydia, who was half asleep and half awake, almost threw her out subconsciously.

Annie groaned and put her arms around Lydia, "Why are you married now? I always think you're just like me, it's still too early."

She planned to stay a little later, after all, the queen could not do without the maid of honor. Although there were many suitors now, she didn't intend to agree to one of them right away.

"Probably not," Lydia said hesitantly, "it's just an engagement."

Her words aroused Anne's new curiosity.

"How did Cousin Darcy propose to you?" Anne was very curious. "I haven't seen him for almost a year. Not to mention, you are running around and he has to maintain the family's business. Is it really possible to live apart in different places?"

"I thought your future husband would also be an explorer," Annie said with a sigh of relief. "Isn't the assistant next to you a good choice?"

Lydia couldn't hold back her slightly gossiping words, and knocked her on the head once.

"Listen to all the rumors next time," Lydia said helplessly, "that assistant, if you're talking about the blonde one, he already has a fiancée, and if you're talking about the black-haired one, he wants to to dedicate his life to adventure."

"That's about the same," Annie muttered, "You're only a little bit closer to 'dedicating your life to adventure' now."

Her resentful words came from last year when Lydia heard that a strange beast had appeared in a certain place, so she rushed after her vacation and missed her birthday party.

"I wanted to introduce you to my friend at the time," Annie said complainingly, "Georgianna was there at the time, and I swore that she could see her future sister-in-law, but you let me go, mercilessly Kind of."

Lydia repeatedly begged for mercy, "I will never dare again, honorable Miss De Boer."

Anne glanced at her and laughed. "Speaking of this," Anne said thoughtfully, "it seems that the queen intends to send you into the diplomatic service."

Lydia hadn't expected Annie to say this at all.

She shook her head, "No way, I didn't participate in this year's diplomat selection, let alone I haven't held an engagement ceremony yet, it would be too cruel to end my vacation now."

"I just told you in advance," Annie changed the subject casually, "sleep."

The two said good night to each other and fell asleep.

When the sun came in the next day, Lydia woke up slowly.

There seemed to be something heavy on her body, which almost made her breathless.

Lydia struggled to prop up her upper body, only to realize that it was Annie who had put her feet on her stomach.

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