don't touch my darcy

Elizabeth was helping Darcy pack the luggage she brought back, and Darcy was leaning against the window to watch her busy, and no one spoke for a long time.

In fact, what happened in Miss Sulton's room just now still left deep confusion in the hearts of the two, but one had no position to ask questions, and the other didn't know where to start.

After all, it was very possible that it was just an inexplicable dream of Miss Sulton, which could not be explained, and it was not worth hurting the harmony between husband and wife.

"Lizzie?" Darcy finally spoke first, but what he said was something else, "Let's go to London together at the end of the month, a distant uncle of mine, Earl Hudders's birthday, you also met him at the wedding Yes, he is 50 years old this year, and we have to congratulate him due to emotion and reason.”

"Oh, that would be great!" Elizabeth deliberately cheered mischievously, wanting to relax the atmosphere, "I think I can see the respected Duchess Catherine de Bourgh again!"

"Yes, I hope you have forgiven my aunt for her insolence."

"Of course, my dear, I'm quite ready for her old lady's questioning about Pemberley's income and expenses, and the breeding of the horses and the harvest of the strawberry fields."

"That's very possible, but you don't have to pay too much attention to it, because no matter how perfect the answer is, my aunt will definitely give me advice..." Darcy said deliberately, but still couldn't hold back her smile.

The unnatural atmosphere finally dissipated for a while, and Darcy thought of Mrs. Collins' lovely child again. He couldn't help walking behind Elizabeth, put his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear, "Lizzie, there is one more thing." I want to discuss something important with you..."

"Huh? What's the matter..." Her husband's warm and firm chest was pressed tightly against her back, and her fingers were still restlessly rubbing against her abdomen. Elizabeth's heartbeat immediately accelerated.

"Honey, don't you think that Pemberley Manor is too big and a little too deserted..." Darcy's lips were almost touching Elizabeth's earlobe.

"If you feel deserted, don't you happen to be going to live in London for a few days..." Elizabeth panted slightly, she had more or less guessed what her husband meant, but how could she respond to him directly on such a shy topic?

"Oh, dear Lizzie, that's not what I meant..."

The honest Mr. Darcy was just about to show his intentions by action, when there was a knock on the door, he had no choice but to let go of his wife, and went to open the door.

Standing outside was the maid, who had come to carry a message, Mr. Salton hoped, to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Darcy.

Darcy and Elizabeth glanced at each other, and the enthusiasm immediately faded away. At this time, Lancer Shalton wanted to see them, probably because of what happened just now, right?

"Well, please invite Mr. Sulton to sit in the study first, and Lizzie and I will arrive later." Darcy didn't want to attract more doubts from his wife because of his avoidance.

Lancer Sulton was sitting in the study room, bowing his waist and bowing his head, rubbing his palms constantly, brewing in his stomach with great difficulty. After meeting the Darcys after a while, how should he explain Ivy's matter? The phrase "she is dreaming" can be fooled.

If Mr. Darcy and Mrs. Darcy have doubts in their hearts, it will be difficult for the two families to come and go frequently in the future. He doesn't want to lose Pemberley's friendship and even Ivy's reputation.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Shalton."

"Oh, Mr. Darcy, Mrs. Darcy?"

Lancer was so engrossed in his thoughts that the Darcys didn't even notice when they walked in, and almost jumped up from their chairs in horror.

"You bring up a pot of hot coffee." Elizabeth told the maid, she had to distract others and comfort Mr. Sulton at the same time.

Mr. Darcy was not as considerate as his wife. After he sat down, he asked directly: "What do you want to say when you come to us, Mr. Sulton?"

Lancer's throat slipped, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty. He was still deliberating his words and couldn't speak fluently.

"About the dream Ivy had just now, I think I'd better explain it to you two..." Lancer raised his eyes to look at Darcy and Elizabeth, and saw that one of them had a serious face and the other had a gentle expression, but finally he couldn't help it. Facing them directly, saying such embarrassing words, he quickly lowered his head again, "Actually, half a year ago, Ivy encountered a, uh, a very unfortunate thing, which belongs to Ivy's personal*, forgive me I can't elaborate on the two of you, the important thing is that after this incident, Ivy fell ill, very ill, and maybe hurt her brain, not only made her forget a lot of previous things, even occasionally Strange language and behavior..."

"Huh, is that so?"

Elizabeth was extremely surprised. I never expected that the dignified, beautiful and talented Miss Salton would suffer from such a strange disease?She even sympathized with her a little.

"Yes, I can swear that I didn't lie a single word, although I can't give a more reasonable explanation." Lancer quickly clarified, "Half an hour ago, she should have just had a muddled dream , I hope you two don’t misunderstand.”

It was so easy to stutter and finish the sentence, but Lancer still couldn't relax. His hair was dripping with sweat, his throat was thirsty, and he nervously waited for the reaction of Darcy and his wife.

Although what Lancer said sounds so unbelievable, but Darcy is a person who has seen the world and knows that the world is so big that any strange things can happen. A person who talks nonsense, and it is a matter of my sister's reputation.

Even out of selfishness, he absolutely didn't want this matter to get stuck in his wife's mind, so even if he still had doubts, he had to give Lancer his support.

"So it is, Mr. Sulton, you don't have to mind. Of course it's just a misunderstanding."

Only up to this point, Lancer could breathe a sigh of relief, and he turned to Elizabeth again, "What do you think, Mrs. Darcy?"

Elizabeth smiled and nodded, "Of course, this is not an important matter. The important thing is to hope that your sister will recover soon."

When the Darcys and Lancer were talking in the study, Miss Sulton was sitting in front of the dressing table, twisting her beautiful blond hair with her fingers, feeling very annoyed.

When she called out "Mr. Darcy" for the last time, she was actually half awake, and she remembered what she had done, to grab Lancer's hand and call the male god's name, and in front of so many people, it was amazing. How can I justify it!

The male god is a traditional and decent man, why did I reveal my love for him before it became obvious that he and Elizabeth were estranged?

God, he must think that he is a frivolous woman, and he will fall in love with a married woman. What is the difference between this and a shameless stupid girl like Lydia Wickmut?

Could it be that there is no difference between him and her in essence?

No no, of course there is a difference!

That stupid girl recklessly gave her body and love to a man with poor character and nothing. And her male god is definitely the best man in the world. How can such an excellent man be with a wife who is not excellent at all for a long time? in love?

That stupid girl is destined to get nothing in the end, and as long as I continue to put in patience and hard work, I will definitely wait for Mr. Darcy to wake up to marriage.

Calm down, calm down, this is just a dream, completely different from actual immoral behavior!

While Miss Sulton comforted herself, she couldn't help thinking about it. If the male god guessed that she might have feelings for him, he might be a little tempted?

After all, his affection for him, even his enthusiasm, was quite obvious before!