don't touch my darcy

If you can, if you really can!

Miss Sulton wished to stand in front of Wickham, point out the gate, and order him to disappear immediately from Mr. Darcy's presence.

Seeing the pain of the male god, she was almost heartbroken, and she hated Elizabeth even more. If it wasn't for this woman and her sister, Wickham would have gone so far, why would he still have the opportunity to torture her? God?

However, she can't, Miss Ivy Sulton must be a well-educated lady, and should not intervene in the problems between men.

Besides, she still had a little bit of selfishness, that is, she wanted to see how Elizabeth would handle the situation. Would she focus on defending her husband, or would she not want her sister and husband to be humiliated in public?

If it was the latter, it would be more painful to Mr. Darcy, but she would harden her heart and think it was worth it if it could make him see the endless troubles caused by this marriage.

It has to be said that Wickham's face and self-cultivation have reached a very high level.

He held his glass of wine and waited for nearly half a minute, but Mr. Darcy was not moved at all. He could still maintain a smile on his face, showing enough friendliness and patience to his childhood partner and now brother-in-law.

The people present were more or less aware of the misunderstanding between Darcy and Wickham, but no one dared to show it face to face, but those who were more frivolous and dull, like Miss Fielding, had begun to secretly exchange strange glances up.

No one was more naive and reckless than Lydia. Even if she had been grateful to Mr. Darcy for facilitating her marriage with dear George, she could never bear him to treat her husband so rudely in public.

Lizzie had said before that Mr. Darcy was a haughty fellow, and she was quite right!

"Why, Mr. Darcy, are you unwilling to accept our congratulations?" Lydia couldn't hide her words in her heart.

Although she felt sorry for the male god, this sentence almost made Miss Sulton laugh out loud.

This is the upbringing of Lydia Wickham, the younger sister of Elizabeth Darcy, and she will definitely not change a little bit because her sister has become the mistress of Pemberley.

Now, dear Mr. Darcy, you should understand what a dreadful marriage you have engaged in.

Even if you are willing to tolerate these people in every possible way, they will not show even the slightest bit of understanding and pity for you!

"How could Mr. Darcy and I not accept your offer, Lydia?"

Huh?

Miss Salton turned her head in surprise. In the deadlock, Elizabeth suddenly spoke?

She moved the wine glass in front of Darcy to her without any trace, smiled, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Darcy has a bit of a cold these days, Dr. De Winter specially explained, try not to drink alcohol , Mr. and Mrs. Shaldon’s kindness cannot be declined, but if it’s you, Lydia, it shouldn’t matter, right?”

Elizabeth spoke very skillfully, and she only thanked her sister for her kindness, not including Wickham, which did not violate Darcy's wishes at all.

She also knows her sister very well. Sure enough, after hearing this, Lydia was stunned for a moment, and immediately took the wine glass in Wickham's hand, drank it proudly, and then made fun of Darcy: "You are too old." Be careful, Lizzie, if our family has a cold, we drink hot liquor, don't we, mother?"

"Yes, that's very effective. If you want, you can try it." Mrs. Bennet smiled happily.

If it weren't for the conflict between the two sons-in-law, it would be great.

Wickham knew that Elizabeth was talking nonsense, but when he met her bright eyes full of persistence, he could only smile casually and no longer persist.

He is very clear that this sister-in-law is different from Lydia, she is very smart, and she is definitely not easy to mess with. Since she is so protective of her husband, if he wants to cling to the Darcy family again, he must not add a trace of her resentment .

"Oh, I'm really sorry, Mr. Darcy, can I bring you a cup of hot juice?" Knowing that Mr. Darcy had "cold" like his sister, Mrs. Shalton suggested in a hurry.

That's it...it's over?

Miss Sulton looked at Mr. Wickham, and then at Mr. Darcy. Although the former pretended to be nonchalant, after exchanging glances with his wife, her male god was still sullen and blue. has gradually subsided.

This, is this really weird?

When she was Miss Elizabeth Bennet, didn't she categorically reject the marriage proposal of such an excellent man because she misunderstood Mr. Darcy for ruining her dear sister's happiness?

She should be very protective of her family, right?

Elizabeth's performance made Miss Sulton feel puzzled and disappointed.

But it was only for a moment, and she absolutely did not believe that Mrs. Bennett and Mr. Wickham had only this kind of destructive power, and she did not believe that Elizabeth could continue to defend her husband in the face of bigger problems.

Wait, the real inconsistencies that testify to the fragility of their marriage have not yet come to light, Miss Sulton firmly believes!

After the dinner, the host and the guests rested for a while, and the dance began after the servants arranged the hall.

Elizabeth paid special attention to Mary. She wanted to give some encouragement to her sister, but Mary was not like every ball she attended before, and she couldn't wait to occupy the piano.

Just as she was looking in the direction of the piano stage and hesitated a little, Miss Fielding couldn't wait to sit on it.

Mary's expression darkened, she was feeling lost, and the cheerful dance music played, and she habitually walked to the seat beside her, because usually at the ball, she would not be the one warmly invited by the male guests.

She carefully unfolded the beautiful skirt, and just sat down, a tall and tall young man stood in front of her, stretched out his hand to her, and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Bennett, can I ask you to dance?" ?”

Mary looked up in astonishment, and saw Lancer Shalton smiling, patiently waiting for her answer.

Is he...inviting himself to his first dance?

Mary couldn't believe that the most handsome young man among the male guests would send an invitation to herself. She stared blankly at that clean and slender palm, not daring to touch it rashly.

"Can you, Miss Bennett?" Lancer asked again.

"Okay, okay..." Mary stretched out her hand timidly, and the moment her fingers touched his palm, she couldn't help trembling.

Lancer's fingers were immediately clasped up, warm and dry, and the weight was appropriate. This gentle touch made Mary's heart beat even more uncontrollably.

Because there are enough male guests, and Mr. Darcy unfortunately "caught a cold", he can take a break with peace of mind instead of inviting the ladies to dance.

Elizabeth expressed her understanding and shook her husband's hand with a hint of sarcasm. Soon Baron Salton came over and invited her to dance.

She stood up happily, her eyes fluttered, and she found that Lancer was leading Mary to the center of the dance floor, and the young man seemed to be unintentional, looking towards her side, making eye contact, and understanding each other.

Elizabeth was full of gratitude. Mr. Salton obviously saw Mary's shyness, so he took the initiative to invite her. He was not only delicate, but also very friendly and caring.

Out of etiquette, gentlemen will invite women other than their wives to their first dance.

Miss Sulton was full of expectations, waiting for Mr. Darcy to appear in front of her, but it was Mr. Wickham who extended the invitation to her. Although she was very reluctant, she had to stand up.

Although he knew that he had a bad character, fortunately that handsome face looked pleasing enough, but it was still not enough to draw Miss Sulton's attention away from the male god.