don't touch my darcy

Lancer accompanied Darcy and Elizabeth into the hall, and immediately a servant announced loudly to the host and other guests.

"Mr Darcy, Mrs Darcy, Mrs Bennet and the two Miss Bennets!"

Originally, the guests were chatting cheerfully. When they heard the loud roll call, they knew the real owner of the place. One of the richest and most powerful people in Derbyshire had arrived, and they all fell silent.

Miss Sulton has dressed herself up a long time ago. From sitting here, although she tried her best to keep herself awake and active, as a hospitable host, she talked with every guest, and at the same time, she enjoyed the pleasure of the gentlemen present. She is attentive, but her eyes never leave the living room door, waiting for her male god to appear there!

On her left sat Mr. Reed, a well-bred young man from a regretful family.

After getting along with each other for the past few days, he already knew quite well that his love for Miss Sulton was purely wishful thinking, so he warned himself not to show any more enthusiasm, lest it would cause disgust and ridicule in vain.

Therefore, Mr. Reed is only restrained, and occasionally chatting with Ms. Shalton is not enough to cause interference to her. On the contrary, the lady on her right, Miss Jessica Fielding, has been chattering to express her dissatisfaction with Ms. Shalton. Miss Dunton's envy and complaints about her bad luck.

Miss Fielding's father, Mr. Fielding, was a squire from the neighboring town, who owned a small estate near Pemberley, and had an income sufficient to support a family of four, but was not destined to be able to afford a substantial dowry for his daughter. .

So she is 25 years old, and she looks good, but she has never gained a sincere love from a man.

"Miss Sulton, I just asserted that with your beauty, talent, and of course, the most important thing is your family background, even if you become a respectable countess in the future, it is definitely not an exaggeration. Ladies, you are... oh, are they here?"

Miss Fielding stopped babbling, stared at the drawing-room door, and muttered, "It's unbelievable that Mr. Darcy would marry such a woman and make her Mistress of Pemberley, and our family was there on their wedding day, I admit that Mrs. Darcy is very pretty, but..."

At this moment, Miss Sulton's heart was about to jump out of her chest with excitement, feeling that the air sucked into her lungs was scorching hot, making the blood in her body rush, how could she bear Miss Fielding's ear Noisy?

Seeing a group of figures appearing at the bottom of the steps, getting closer and more distinct, she couldn't help shouting anxiously: "Shut up!"

Miss Sulton's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for Mr. Reed and Miss Fielding to hear.

Her admirer exclaimed "Oh", and she immediately covered her lips with her hand in fright. Mr. Reed cast two surprised eyes and didn't ask a word.

"I'm sorry, please don't misunderstand..." Miss Sulton realized her gaffe, and apologized quickly.

In England in the 21st century, she was a highly educated intellectual woman. She traveled to England in the [-]th century and was a noble lady with a good background and education. How could she show the vulgarity and rudeness that Mr. Darcy hates the most? side?

No, no, I definitely don't have these things in my essence, it's just that I was too excited for a while.

Miss Sulton was panicking when she saw Mr. Reed beside him standing up and bowing his neck respectfully to the front.

Yeah, have they come in yet?

Miss Sulton was even more at a loss. She got up in a panic, but stepped on her petticoat again, almost tripping over her.

"Be careful, Miss Sulton!"

"No, it's fine."

Miss Sulton hurriedly pushed away the hand of her enthusiastic female companion. She absolutely did not want everyone present to focus on herself, especially Mr. Darcy.

God, it was so bad!

Obviously, I should be a generous and elegant lady from a famous family, but what is the difference between my current performance and those rural women who have no manners and knowledge that Mr. Darcy despises?

Miss Sulton was so annoyed that she wanted to cry, but the other two saved her face in time.

"Oh—oh, who did I see?" Shrill cheers poured into everyone's eardrums, "My God, Baby Lydia, why are you here?"

Seeing that her most beloved daughter was there, Mrs. Bennett was overjoyed to run over as soon as she lifted her skirt, but was fortunately stopped by Elizabeth in time.

"Wait a minute, Mom..."

"what?"

Mrs. Bennet's first reaction was to look at Darcy, and saw that he was returning the salute to the host and other guests in an upright manner, with his usual unhappy expression, and it was not obvious whether he was dissatisfied with herself.

Mrs. Bennet was finally able to calm down for a while, and followed the proper etiquette. Her spoiled little daughter didn't care about it. She smiled coquettishly, cheered, ran all the way, and threw herself into Mrs. Bennet's arms.

"Lizzie, I'm so happy. I was thinking of going to Pemberley to see you in a few days, but I didn't expect to meet you here!" Lydia blinked happily at Darcy, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Darcy."

"Yes, Lydia, I was surprised too." Even though it was a headache for Lydia's impudence, Elizabeth was really happy to see her sister, but when she saw another person, she couldn't laugh again.

"Quiet, baby, can we talk again later?" Mrs. Bennett whispered to Delia, then squeezed her arm lightly.

As a matter of course, the mother and daughter became the focus of all eyes, and everyone looked at them in surprise, especially Lydia, who was screaming and dancing.

Baron Sulton and Mrs. Sulton looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to react at all, what happened, and even failed to greet their distinguished guests in time.

In this way, Miss Salton was finally able to gaze at her male god affectionately and unscrupulously.

Although she thought about it day and night, was fascinated, and tried to figure out what he might look like countless times with a sweet and desolate mood, but all this time, in her mind, he was just a perfect man who existed in Two-dimensional.

Now that he finally stood in front of her, she could finally see his handsome face, feel his submerged temperament, and revel in the charming charm of a mature and successful man emanating from his body.

He is completely, [-]% in line with all her previous dreams about a male god!

From his head to his body, he was full of beauty, light and floating, and would faint with happiness at any time. Miss Sulton was still keenly aware of it. Mr. Darcy's brows were twisted into a knot, and the deep and stern eyes under the browbones suddenly lit up. And the heat is scary, like a wilderness in the quiet night, suddenly burning wildfire.

Ah, what happened to him?

Miss Sulton was startled, followed Mr. Darcy, not only, but also Mrs. Darcy's sight, and soon she became the third person here who understood the reason.

At the other end of the Darcy couple's line of sight, stood a well-mannered young man in military uniform, with delicate features and good manners—Mr. George Wickham.

I'm afraid he is the person Mr. Darcy hates and wants to see the most in this world, right?

Miss Sulton was very distressed. She knew that Mr. Darcy must be in a very bad mood at this moment. If she could, she would want to go to him and comfort him tenderly and understandingly.

But for her, this is another great opportunity to make the male god more aware of the embarrassment and pain that the only rash decision in his life will bring him.

If he hadn't married Elizabeth Bennett, with the identity and dignity of the master of Pemberley, why would he need to face these people?