don't touch my darcy

Darcy leaned against the window to read a book, the sun cast shadows of window screens on his face with profound features, swaying slightly.

There was no wind at the moment, but he seemed to be quiet and focused, turning his neck from time to time, and quietly cast a glance at Elizabeth.

His wife was leaning over the desk, flipping through the densely written book page by page, occasionally pointing to something and asking Mrs. Reynolds who was standing beside her.

Darcy withdrew his gaze again, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Elizabeth was checking last month's expenses with Mrs. Reynolds. Darcy had personally reviewed these accounts before they got married. He knew very well that this was a very tedious and tedious matter, and it really gave Lizzie a headache.

However, I have never heard her complain about this, just like now, she is also doing this with great care. Miss Bennett, who used to be free at Longbourne, has become a skilled person in charge of Pemberley's general affairs. Mrs Darcy.

For this, Darcy was very grateful, relieved, and a little bit sorry, although he never deliberately expressed it.

"Understood, Mrs. Darcy." Mrs. Reynolds took the account book handed back by Elizabeth. "Do you have any other orders?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds." Elizabeth did not put on the airs of the hostess, and got up to see off her loyal and capable housekeeper.

"Then I will take my leave, Mr. Darcy, Mrs. Darcy."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Reynolds."

Darcy also put down his book and nodded to Mrs. Reynolds to express his approval and respect.

After Mrs. Raylotz left, there were only Darcy and his wife left in the living room. Elizabeth stretched her arms, stretched her waist, leaned back on her chair, and tapped her sore shoulders lightly.

Darcy hesitated for a moment, walked behind Elizabeth, put his hands on her shoulders, and kneaded her gently.

Elizabeth smiled, closed her eyes, and enjoyed her husband's service comfortably.Perhaps my dear Mr. Darcy never imagined that one day he would be so accustomed to doing this, right?

"Lizzie..."

"Ok?"

"Feeling better?"

Elizabeth noticed that Darcy's fingers were slowly moving towards her neck, and the strength began to be uneven, lighter and heavier, full of hints.

When he was just married, he was very serious, so he would not be so indifferent to time and occasion, but now Darcy has also learned to play pranks, which can only show one problem, he has been "wronged" by himself.

Of course, his little "sentiment" is still relatively blunt.

Elizabeth tightened her neck to avoid her husband's nimble fingers, but her heart was full of joy and pride.

"Don't run."

"Oh, come on..."

Darcy held down Elizabeth who was trying to escape from the chair, bent down, and was about to kiss her cheek when he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside, restrained and rhythmic, it should be a servant at home.

The two hurriedly stopped making fun of each other, Elizabeth resumed her elegant and easy-going sitting posture, while Darcy raised her serious face, sat on a sofa farther away, and answered with a loud voice, "Come in."

The one who was walking in was indeed a servant. After bowing to Darcy and Elizabeth respectively, he presented a letter to the host.

Darcy glanced at the envelope, there was a family crest he was familiar with printed on the seal, and looking at the signature, it was indeed from the Salton family of Rose Manor.

This is an invitation letter signed by Baron Robert Sulton. He hopes to have the honor to invite the distinguished Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, as well as Mrs. Darcy's mother and sister, to his house on Saturday night. A small family dance.

After the servant left, Darcy raised the letter in his hand, "You already know the content of the letter from Baron Sulton, how about Lizzie, are you going to make an appointment?"

"It's up to you, Mr. Darcy," said Elizabeth playfully.

In fact, she was also secretly paying attention to Darcy's demeanor. After all, doubts about Miss Sulton occasionally popped up in her mind these days.

Darcy folded the letter, put it on the desk casually, and said calmly: "In this case, then go there, otherwise it would be rude, although I am not interested in such activities."

"Of course, no one knows all this better than me." Elizabeth continued to tease her husband, "It is such a painful thing to waste time socializing with a 'good-looking' lady."

"Oh, Lizzie, it's been a long time since, and besides..."

Elizabeth covered her lips and giggled. Whenever she found out all the misunderstandings they had when they met in the past, Darcy would explain them seriously and anxiously.

The host of Pemberley, who is full of majesty in front of people, is sometimes very naive!

Seeing Elizabeth laughing and looking at him with teary eyes, Darcy immediately came to his senses and was tricked by her again.

However, the mention of the country dance where he met Lizzie brought back some uncomfortable memories for Darcy.

"Lizzie..." He hesitated to speak, as if something was difficult to say.

"What's the matter?" After asking this question, Elizabeth, who was sensitive and delicate, quickly guessed her husband's concerns, "You don't want your mother, Mary and Kitty to go with you, do you?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Darcy quickly denied, but he was indeed worried about this, so he explained with difficulty, "You know, I'm not very familiar with the Salton family, including the one who is my mother's friend I'm not at all sure of their morals and temperaments, Mrs. Sulton..."

Darcy is not good at words, unable to express his point of view fluently, and at the same time prevent Elizabeth from being misunderstood or feeling hurt, so he had to smile at her in embarrassment, hoping that the tacit understanding between husband and wife would make his wife understand him.

Of course Elizabeth can understand that even though Darcy still can't like her family from the bottom of her heart, she at least has enough respect for them.

What he cares about is not that Mrs. Bennet and her daughters may make a fool of themselves at the Salton's ball, but whether the group of strange hosts and guests will laugh at them unscrupulously, just like Mr. Bingley What my sisters have done.

"Dear Darcy, please, don't hurt Mama and Mary and Kitty." Elizabeth walked over, sat down beside Darcy, held his palm on her lap, and rested her head gently on the On his broad shoulders, "Listen, how hard they are..."

There was a burst of piano melody floating outside the window, intermittent, not coherent, and a little uncoordinated.

Darcy listened for a while, and couldn't help frowning. It should be Georgiana practicing the piano, but it seems that she shouldn't play so badly?

"Mary has been practicing the piano with Georgiana for the past few days..." Elizabeth whispered in his ear, full of emotion.

Mary was still very much looking forward to the ball, but she was no longer the stupid girl who showed off her talents without knowing herself.