[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

"What are you going to do?" Juliet asked softly. "Such a reputation will probably stain your career as a lawyer."

Under the dim light, Joyce's face was at a loss, his blond hair was not combed as neatly and smoothly as before, and his forehead was scattered in front of his eyes, "I don't know, my father feels very bad that I can't engage in this profession Fortunately, he only wants me to take care of my family's estate and manor in peace."

Juliet was silent for a while before saying, "Wait. Time will blow away all gossip." Joyce was an unmarried young man, and any longer this matter would have turned into an affair, and an affair would never A fatal blow to a man.

"Juliet, don't you blame me?" Joyce stared at her.

Juliet avoided his eyes unconsciously, she turned her head and cast her eyes on the small candle lamp, "I have nothing to blame for you, whether it is your character and character or your sincerity, I can understand, otherwise I wouldn't have come to listen to your explanation. Now that everyone is fine, I should go."

"Are you leaving?" Joyce was extremely shocked. He grabbed Juliet's hand. "Juliet, do you have anything else to tell me? Like our engagement?"

"Our engagement?" Juliet pulled her hand out and said earnestly, "Joyce, listen, we finally got rid of the rumors, so we can't have anything to remind everyone of. We can't meet again for the time being Yes. Today is already taking a big risk..."

Joyce became excited all of a sudden, and he interrupted her tremblingly, "You mean our engagement is not counted?"

"Perhaps," Juliet paused, "except for a brief friendship, there probably won't be anything else between us. My father... made it clear that he would not agree to this marriage."

Joyce froze for a moment, his trembling lips seemed to want to say something, but he could only look at her blankly.

Juliet was ruthless, and finally saluted him, and then walked towards the small door of the attic exit. Just as she stretched out her hand to open the door, she was suddenly hugged into a hug.

The owner of this embrace exerted great force, like an eagle's claws, and Juliet's arms were tightly clasped against his chest, unable to move. In her panic, she heard Joyce's muffled voice next to her ear, " Elope, Juliet, let's elope!"

"That's impossible!" Juliet was taken aback, struggling hard, trying to shake off the heavy pressure around her, "Let me go!"

"Juliet, you are too cruel! I can't be as indifferent as you are. I can't bear that my happiness within easy reach is ruined by a disaster, and I am innocent!" Joyce said in a low voice A sad voice came from behind.

"This result is even more uncomfortable than the rumors a while ago!" Juliet suppressed her anger and calmly persuaded, "Joyce, such an act of elopement will only push you and me to the point of no return. Condemnation by all."

"I am beyond redemption now!" He said without thinking.

Juliet lost patience, and she tried to sound callous, "Joyce, sneaking doesn't make me happy, and your proposal just makes me feel insulted! I'm not so crazy in love the point."

Juliet sensitively felt that the arms that clasped her were loosened, but in the next second, they immediately surrounded her with greater strength, making her breathless, and she felt that the air around her was a little thin. The small dark door shook before her eyes.

"I know you despise me at this moment, I can't be as sensible as you," Joyce continued with a kind of calm madness after a wet kiss was printed on the back of Juliet's ear, "My love for you is Sincerely, you can't disrespect it. I'm sorry, Juliet."

A pain in the back of her neck made Juliet plunge into darkness before she could say anything.

Joyce glanced quietly at Juliet lying in his arms, full of pain and love, he kissed her forehead, looked around, and looked at the only bed in the attic—he didn't want to Put his Juliet on that dusty bed.So he rang the bell by the door vigorously.

After a while, there was a creaking sound from the stairs outside the door.

"Mr. Karl?" the hatter called softly from outside the door.

"Charlie, come in."

The middle-aged man opened the door. Standing at the door, he was not surprised to see Joyce holding the fainted young girl in his arms.

"I ask you to prepare a carriage for me. There must be food and water in the carriage. Go through the back street." Joyce picked up Juliet and stood up, "Thank you for everything you have done for me, Charlie."

"I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out." Charlie took off the hat on his head, grabbed it in his hand and rubbed it vigorously, "You are a gentleman, sir, but your behavior is terribly childish, where can you take her To go? The cruelty of life will leave you nowhere, sir."

"I don't know!" said Joyce irritably. "I just want to spend a little more time with her."

"Maybe..." Charlie suggested, "You can possess her, so she has to marry you to hide it." He paused, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend..." He didn't finish his sentence , and hurried down the stairs, reproaching himself for having made a shameful proposal in front of his benefactor.

Joyce's eyes fell on Juliet's face, her eyes were closed tightly, and she couldn't see the childlike seriousness and cruelty in it. The tip of her nose was small and delicate, her lips were full and beautiful, and his Juliet was impeccably beautiful.Regarding Charlie's proposal, Joyce was not willing to try it at all. He knew that he had made a wrong decision, and he was still eager for Juliet's forgiveness, and he must not make a second mistake rashly.

The blows suffered by this young man who has always been smooth sailing in the past few days made him feel that the future is dark and hopeless. Only Juliet in his arms is his salvation. He moaned Juliet's name and pressed his forehead against Juliet's forehead On, shedding a few tears in pain.

After a few minutes, Charlie came up, and he lowered his voice and said, "Sir, the carriage is ready, I sent your servant away, let him buy something for you, let me drive the carriage for you! "

Joyce regained his composure. He hugged Juliet tightly and followed Charlie down the stairs. He went out through a small door behind the stairs and got into a low-key and inconspicuous carriage.

*...*...*

In London at the end of April, the sky was still bright at this hour, and a carriage running wildly on the street was too conspicuous. Charlie decided to bypass Piccadilly Avenue and walk to the seaside on a narrow dirt road.

In his opinion, six o'clock is the meal time, and people are in a hurry to go home or go to various banquets, and no one will take this detour and uneven path.But he made a mistake. A magnificent carriage had already stopped at an intersection ahead that could only allow a carriage to pass by.

Standing in front of the car was a tall, well-dressed gentleman wearing a black hat.

Charlie was startled, and hastily stopped the carriage. He jumped off the horse and saluted the gentleman, "Sir, what trouble do you have? I'm in a hurry, can I let my carriage pass first?"

"Okay, as long as you open the carriage door, let me take a look."

Charlie was taken aback, wondering what the well-dressed gentleman in front of him meant.

Joyce couldn't help opening the car door. He just poked his head out before he could say a word.The man immediately let out a low curse, then strode over, and opened the car door, "You can get out of the way, Mr. Carl, and give me the girl behind you." When he squinted at the person lying in the carriage, his tone was suddenly full of confusion, "What's going on - you fainted her?"

"What are you doing? Who are you?" Joyce moved his body vigilantly, blocking his sight. "Do you need money?"

Hearing that Charlie stared at him nervously.

Manly smiled, he took off his hat, as if to let Joyce see his face clearly, put it back on after a while, "Mr. You clean up the mess." Joyce only saw a pair of extremely sharp black eyes looking at him, and the contempt and disdain in them overwhelmed him, "If you don't want to be the focus of London again, Mr. Carl , I advise you to go back to where you should be as soon as possible as if nothing happened, and hand over that poor girl to me."

Joyce tried his best to cheer up, and put his hand on the door frame of the carriage, "I don't know you, even if what you said makes sense, I can't hand her over to you."

"I think I'm much more reliable than you, sir," the man said coldly, "If it wasn't for my sister's request, I wouldn't care about your crap at all."

"Joyce, if you don't want me to spend my whole life hating you, then let me get out of the car." A weak female voice sounded from inside the car, "Unless you want to destroy yourself and me, Let's go to hell together."

Hearing that Joyce was crying, his face turned pale, and he turned his head stiffly, "Julie, I..."

Juliet had already opened her eyes, and she looked at him quietly, her eyes were still clear, but behind such clarity was blankness and no emotion.Joyce felt that his eyes were gradually blurred, and everything was gradually moving away from him, leaving only his painfully numb heart and Juliet's indifferent eyes in the sky.

So he didn't say anything anymore, numbly moved away, and when Juliet was struggling to get off the carriage from him, he even flinched, not daring to let himself touch her—he was afraid that if he touched her, his heart would be painful The repressed emotions will pull her to burn together.

Impatiently, the man stretched out his hand and pulled Juliet from one side of the carriage. The action was not gentle at all. Before Juliet stood still, he suddenly felt the world spinning, and his stomach was overwhelmed and wanted to vomit.Her legs were limp, without thinking, she grabbed the sleeve of the man beside her to support herself.

Darcy was suddenly grabbed by one of the sleeves by her, and the black coat was immediately skewed, and the collar was so stuck that it made him uncomfortable. In desperation, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand to support her.

In April weather, she didn't wear gloves, and he didn't wear gloves. When Darcy's hand grasped Juliet's soft, boneless and cold wrist, a flash of surprise flashed in his heart that he himself didn't realize.