My brother is so fierce

Didn't Erin say she brought the key?

Even though she thought so, Maggie got up from the bed, she just didn't want to lie down, her bones were itchy after lying down for a long time.

The knock on the door stopped for a while, and continued to knock twice. Maggie was almost at the door, and she raised her voice and called out: "Irene?"

The other party didn't answer directly but was silent for a while. It seemed that it wasn't Irene.Maggie stopped in her tracks, holding a crutch that Irene found somewhere, she raised her vigilance and asked, "Excuse me, who is outside?"

"Has Irene left already?" The male voice is as pure and gentle as red wine, Maggie felt for the first time that someone could speak English so pleasantly, the person outside the door continued, "I'm here to pick her up for the dance , last time we met, my name is Croft Garr."

Maggie didn't have an impression of him, but the other party told him the reason very politely, and she was ashamed to do such an impolite thing as talking behind closed doors.

Since it was someone Irene knew, Maggie slowly moved to the door, opened most of the door, and greeted politely: "Hello, Mr. Croft... Irene has just left the house."

"Oh, is that so?" The silver-haired man stood under only one street lamp. The tailor-made suit on his body showed his figure perfectly, and his hair was waxed. Maggie could smell him even if she didn't get close. It smells like the perfume that the nobles sprayed on their bodies, but it's a little different.

Half of his face was merged into the darkness, and the light and shadow hit his clear jawline and high nose bridge, and the sharpness brought by him was diluted by his smile a lot.

He glanced at Maggie's pretty face, and asked tentatively: "That's not a coincidence, are you... Irene's sister?"

His gaze fell on Maggie's hair. They both had blond hair of the same color, but Irene was born with blue pupils, while the girl in front of her had beautiful red pupils.

Maggie didn't notice that the other party was getting closer. Even if she didn't need to get close, a prodigal son who had been in love for many years could smell the innocent aura emanating from her body: "My name is Maggie Adler."

"Maggie... a nice name," the man laughed, and the corners of his mouth were curved to show his most charming side. This is a method he has tried time and again in front of these inexperienced girls, of course He never thought that Maggie would not take the bait, "I never heard Irene mention you, so you were hidden."

"But if I have a sister who is like an angel..." He suddenly approached and lowered his voice, "I will also hide."

It was the first time Maggie heard someone answering a conversation like this. She was stunned for a while, and shrank her hand holding the door back. She wanted to end this topic immediately because of his way of speaking that she was not used to.

So she pulled out a smile: "I heard from Erin that the dance is about to start, and Mr. Croft will be late if he doesn't go."

Maggie felt that she had made it so obvious that she should be able to make the other party understand what she meant.

But she doesn't know that understanding is one thing, and some people will only become more courageous when frustrated.

"Really," the silver-haired young man looked back at his groom, the brown-red horse snorted and seemed to be urging, he looked quite regretful, "Miss Maggie wants to go to the ball to appreciate Ai Lin's dancing? My carriage is big enough for two."

Maggie opened the door a little, just a little, showing her injured foot, and shrugged regretfully at him: "Thank you for your kindness. I will go to see it next time I have a chance."

Croft, who thought he was safe, looked a little colder, and he didn't seem to think that his good encounter would be in vain.But he quickly covered up the past, didn't pester her anymore, and took a step back to salute her gentlemanly: "That's really unfortunate, I hope I can have the honor to dance with Miss Maggie next time."

Maggie returned the salute awkwardly holding the door.

The wheels left several lap marks on the ground, and Maggie watched the carriage go away before closing the door.

There were a lot of people coming to this ball, and Croft held a glass of wine and chatted among the crowd. He was handsome, and he was considered popular among the ladies of the nobility, but everyone knew him and his temperament. Not much of a gesture of intimacy.

On the other hand, the low-key Moriarty brothers were approached from time to time. Single aristocratic children with gentle personalities like them, without any bad reviews, were more popular.

Irene, who rarely had any dealings with the Moriarty family, would naturally not let go of such an opportunity to get to know each other. There are more or less connections between nobles, and there is no harm in making friends.

When she walked over with the cup, she was stunned for a moment when she noticed the blond hair and red pupils of the two brothers. This should not happen to a person as delicate as Irene, even if she faced princes and ministers, she would not be so obvious. pause.

And her actions naturally did not escape William's eyes.

He turned around and faced her, nodded and smiled at her: "Hello."

Irene quickly hid that gaffe, she faced the same blonde hair and red pupils as Maggie—although she had never met such a person before, but her sixth sense made her unable to help but look at the William and Louis looked at each other.

Maggie said she had two older brothers.

This can be matched.

Although the clothes she wore when she picked up Maggie were fabrics that only nobles could afford, but in later contacts, she could clearly feel that Maggie's life was not like a nobleman's. Many clothes are not at all uncomfortable, and she also said...

"I should live in an orphanage."

And the two people in front of them, wearing noble dresses, have elegant demeanor, which can't be cultivated overnight, it is obvious that they are from noble background.

That's the complete opposite of what Maggie said.

For some reason, Irene didn't really want to chat with William anymore. He seemed gentle, and every word he said seemed to be setting her off, but it was only superficially taking away the strength from her. The message doesn't seem to have the meaning to go deeper.

The people in front of her were completely different from the high-ranking nobles and royal families she had come into contact with.

And just when she wanted to get away, Croft appeared.

Irene has never wished for him to appear in front of her like now. She put her hand in the palm of the silver-haired young man, and after leaving the area occupied by Moriarty, she stood on the dance floor and greeted him happily. With a smile, he put his well-maintained hand on Croft's shoulder and danced to the song.

Croft, who was itching for Maggie, couldn't help but be attracted by the charm exuding from Irene. He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her, but Irene laughed and avoided him. She let go of one hand and spun away from him. , was held by a man nearby and passed by with a light tug.

This is another aristocrat I know. Irene's skirt is designed with a pinched waist. Basically, all the women at the ball wear the same style of skirt with a thin waist and large swing. It's just that she knows how to use her advantages to get what she wants. something you want.

I don't know what the nobleman whispered in her ear, which made her chuckle.

William has been staring in Irene's direction, and he doesn't know why, maybe it's because this woman showed something when he first met, but he still can't guess what it is, maybe it's because of Moriarty. Conspiracy, but just now did not want to talk to him more.

This is strange.

It seems that we need to investigate carefully.

Irene did not accept any late-night invitation from any nobleman, even though she knew what they were plotting, but she was used to it and left with the most appropriate smile on her face.

It was Croft who sent her back. He casually talked about how he knocked on the door and met Maggie that night. His calm appearance made it impossible to doubt his purpose, but Irene was different. She had seen There are too many men in the world, even the nobles who are the most gentle and polite on the surface will show their cruel side when there are no people, and that is their true face.

And the young aristocrat sitting next to her is far from Irene's more than ten years of observation and observation. She uses a fan to cover the lower half of her face, her eyes are crooked, and the corners of her mouth under the fan are in a flattened state. It was just a habitual perfunctory, but the man didn't know that this bullying-looking beautiful woman was preparing to abandon him with cruelty that was completely opposite to the bright and gentle expression on her face.

When Irene returned home, she gently opened the door of her room and saw that she had fallen into a deep sleep, then she took off her dress that was stained with various smells and went to take a bath.

She was wearing a nightgown with a few buttons unbuttoned at the collar. When she walked around, she could vaguely see her fair skin and delicate collarbone. Irene wiped her hair with water, and seemed to hear Maggie's cry when she passed by Maggie's room.

She stood still and listened carefully again, and she was sure it was Maggie's voice before she opened the door and walked in. She thought Maggie had bumped into the wound, so she turned on the light and walked over to have a look. Maggie closed her eyes tightly, The injured foot is also fine, and has not suffered secondary injuries.

Maggie hasn't dreamed for a long time.

She could realize that she was in a dream, and the scenery in front of her was not clear. Even if she rubbed her eyes hard, she couldn't see who was holding her back.

But Maggie could see the choppy sea below her.

The sea shrouded in moonlight was endless, and the surface was condensed with a terrible dark blue light, like the mouth of an abyss. She staggered and fell from the window, but fortunately, someone grabbed her hand.

The wind could shake her body from side to side, and Maggie cried unbearably. She felt ashamed of herself, but she was really terrified. She could feel the pain of falling into the water and being unable to breathe. If she opened her mouth, she would be poured with dirty water, and she would be unable to yell out, unable to tell her brother where she was.

elder brother……

Maggie suddenly remembered something, she tried her best to raise her head and open her eyes wide to see the man who grabbed her arm, he had blond hair, but couldn't see his face clearly, he shouted tremblingly: "Maggie! "

But he can't hold his own, Maggie thought.

She didn't know why she thought this way, she tried hard to catch everything, to climb up, to live, but it was too difficult.

She eventually fell into the sea.

But that uncomfortable feeling didn't appear. She opened her eyes and looked at the blond boy by the window, waving at her all the time.

Maggie tried her best to wave to him in the sea water, she couldn't speak, her mouth kept bubbling, and she sank slowly.