don't touch my darcy

"Uh... the day before yesterday, Baron Salton's family came to visit."

"You said it."

"So indifferent? Mrs. Sulton is a good friend of your mother's."

"You have entertained them very warmly for me, Mrs. Darcy..."

Darcy couldn't find out why, and the flame in his body was burning hotter and hotter, so he simply put aside his doubts, and climbed up the plump and soft breasts outside the collar of Elizabeth's pajamas with his generous palms, and wiped away the lace that was in the way.

"Don't be like this, Darcy..." Elizabeth's breath came quickly, and she twisted her body, trying to get rid of his touch.

Just now she has been hesitating whether to ask Darcy about Miss Sulton. Since he asked Darcy on his own initiative, she has to figure it out, otherwise she may lose sleep all night.

Seeing that Elizabeth showed a lack of cooperation, Darcy simply pressed his whole body over, kissed his wife passionately and eagerly, and at the same time pulled down her loose collar without hesitation.

"Oh, dear, I haven't finished my words yet..." The scorching fingers kneaded vigorously on his chest, showing Darcy's impatience, and also pulled Elizabeth's sanity to the brink of collapse, "wait How about a moment, wait a minute..."

"Have you forgotten what Mrs. Bennet said just now?" Darcy buried his head in his wife's snowy chest and asked vaguely.

"What, what do you say?"

"She said she would love to take care of her little grandson..."

"Um..."

Darcy used decisive actions to forcibly terminate this fruitless conversation. At this moment, he would not give Lizzie a chance to show her eloquence!

His mind wandered a little, in the heat of unbridled pleasure, that there might be an heir to Pemberley?

Of course, he would love to have a little girl like Lizzie...

"Darcy?" Elizabeth was lying in Darcy's arms, hearing his breath getting thicker and more even, she quickly pushed him.

"Hmm..." After the passionate love, the feeling of fatigue quickly hit. After all, in order to go home as soon as possible, he was on the road during the day.

"Do you... know Miss Sulton?"

"I don't know." Darcy hugged Elizabeth impatiently, indicating that he was sleepy.

"But, I always feel that she seems to be treating you..."

"what……"

Darcy asked a question, but the next second was accompanied by a slight snore.

"Darcy? Darcy?"

She called again, but there was no response. Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, got up and put on her pajamas, got out of bed and blew out the candles, and tiptoedly lay back beside Darcy.

The white moonlight leaked in from the gap in the window screen, shining on half of Darcy's side face. As he was sleeping, he relaxed the corners of his lips and brows, and looked a little less serious than usual, with a little bit of tiredness on his face. , so that Elizabeth couldn't help stretching out her fingertips and gently stroking his cheek.

He is such an upright and proud man, he won't, and he doesn't bother to lie, since he says he doesn't know Miss Sulton, he certainly doesn't know her.

Even if they had met, even had contact and communication, she certainly did not impress him.

As for whether Miss Sulton secretly likes Darcy...

Elizabeth smiled in relief, recalling that she was so stupid and almost fell in love with that guy Wickham.

Miss Sulton may not be true. She has liked Darcy for a long time, so what if she is?

I trust the man next to me so much...

Elizabeth pursed her lips, directed towards Darcy's slightly sweating nose, and played a breath of cool air, then pressed her close to his side, and finally closed her eyes happily and peacefully.

"Good night, baby."

"Good night, Mom."

Miss Salton kissed her mother on the cheek, said good night, and watched her go.

The moment the door of the boudoir was closed, Miss Salton's smiling and sweet expression immediately changed. Her dark blue eyes shone with astonishingly bright brilliance, and her plump breasts heaved rapidly with the excitement.

She pressed her palms to her chest and took a deep breath, but she still couldn't control the violent heartbeat that was already out of rhythm.

She had been to Pemberley, to Mr. Darcy's, and had seen the statue herself!

It is so handsome and charming, with vivid eyebrows, standing in front of it, as if you can feel his eyes, his breath, his body temperature, even close your eyes, you can feel that he is walking towards you, with His characteristic restrained and charming smile...

Three days passed, and Miss Salton still couldn't get rid of this feeling!

The air in the room seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. She had to open the window, but she just raised her neck, wanting the cool wind in late spring night to blow her hot cheeks, but she saw faint lights behind the maple forest in the distance.

Is there... Pemberley?Has Mr. Darcy returned?

When she thought that the male god in her mind might be nestling next to a woman with mediocre looks, demeanor, and talent, who was far inferior to her in every aspect, the heat in Miss Sulton's heart was not dispelled, but made She grew restless.

Mr. Darcy, my god, my love, how can I save your happiness!

She was pacing back and forth in the room, wishing she could go downstairs now and wake up her sleeping father, so that he would send someone to Pemberley to deliver invitations immediately. She would see Mr. Darcy tomorrow!

However, she is Ivy Shalton, a famous lady, not the few uncultivated girls in the Bennett family.

A real lady, even if there is a blazing fire of love in her heart, she can only burn quietly...

Miss Sulton sighed a little proudly and sadly, sat down at the desk, lit the candle, took out a chapter of exquisite perfume letterhead, and wrote in smooth cursive:

Dear Mr Darcy, I am Ivy, perhaps you should call me Mary.

Did you know that love can create miracles, it can even change the trajectory of time and space, and bring two hearts closer together...

This is a passionate love letter. Of course, she can't really send it, but if she doesn't express it at this moment, she will get sick because of this deep-seated love.

When the last full stop was clicked, Miss Sulton seemed to have lost her strength and slumped in the chair, but the heat in her chest finally subsided a little.

After resting for a while, she was about to treasure the letter paper carefully, but unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew from outside the window, blowing the letter paper up, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to catch it, but the wind suddenly changed direction, and the letter paper was wrapped around it, fluttering Slowly fell out of the window.

Miss Sulton was startled, and hurriedly threw herself down by the window and looked out. However, in the dim night, except for the lights from the lower windows, only the roses blooming in the yard under the moonlight could be seen, while The letter was nowhere to be found!

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest, and for a moment she could hardly restrain herself from rushing out the door to find it.

But no, Ivy Shalton, a famous lady, absolutely must not do reckless and rude things.

Just now, she was in high spirits and her thoughts were confused. Looking back now, she can't remember what she wrote in that love letter. If someone picks it up and sees it, will it expose the fact that she has traveled through time and Purpose?

Calm down, calm down.

It doesn't matter, even if you really wrote something, you can use the excuse that you are recovering from a serious illness and your mind is still not clear. Now she is a real Miss Sulton, and no one will doubt her identity and destroy her love hunt!

It was late at night, and Lancer Shalton felt his head getting more and more dizzy. This letter flew in from the window inexplicably. He had read it no less than ten times, but the statement was chaotic and the content was illogical. He Can't figure out what's going on at all.

One thing can still be seen clearly, that is: Ivy actually likes Fitzwilliam Darcy!

If so, it would explain her strange behavior at Pemberley a few days ago.

But how?

Mr. Darcy is a famous, married man, and his wife is such a respectable and beloved lady!

Maybe all of this is just an illusion after Ivy suffered a serious setback in love and suffered another serious illness?

Oh, I hope so...

Lancer put away the letter paper worriedly.