Southern Rose [Gone with the Wind]

Ryan was educated as a gentleman in the New World, but he has a naughty personality and disapproves of "social rules"; Thomas is a great nobleman in the old empire, and he regards "rules" as his palm and has never been restrained.Fortunately, the two of them were not too old to turn into wretched and disgusting middle-aged greasy men, so although they were annoyingly machismo, Josephine could still tolerate them.

Thomas was rich and powerful, and covered all the living expenses of Josephine, mother and son, and gave her gold nuggets worth $1 as soon as they arrived in New York.The purchasing power of the U.S. dollar is extremely high. An ordinary working-class family of five has an annual income of only $1500 for food and clothing.

Moving is always messy, especially with two children running up and down, making it even more hectic.

Victor and his little friend Damian ran upstairs and downstairs, and Cynthia ran with his brother, shouting from time to time: "Victor, stop!"

The energy of a 9-year-old boy seems to be boundless, and Victor, who has always been calm, sometimes has fun, not to mention the lively Damian.Manny followed Victor closely and ignored Cynthia; Cynthia had a maid of her own who ran up and down after him, panting with exhaustion.

Mrs. Jenkins was busy directing the servants to put the luggage into the bedrooms of the masters respectively, while taking care of the two young masters, and also ordered the cook to start work quickly.Carrying a bag to check in is considered convenient, but it is busy, and that is also the busyness of the servants, who must be familiar with the villa environment and each room.

Josephine looked first at the bedroom.The bedrooms are all on the second floor. The master bedroom faces the river and has a well-formed square balcony; the two children's rooms are slightly separated, with the living room, cloakroom, and toilet in the middle.

She pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, the river was under the window, the trees on the other side, and the surrounding area was also shaded by green trees, the scenery was pretty good.

Thomas was behind her and said, "It's not bad here, you will live here for two years, and when we get married, we'll move in."

"It's too troublesome to move around all the time."

Thomas glanced at her. "You don't need to pack yourself. You're always making excuses, and you don't want to face me."

Josephine sighed: he had figured it out quite well. "If I want to refuse you, there is no need to make excuses."

"You are right." He was a little proud, "Your two husbands are short-lived ghosts, you are so unfortunate. But it is my luck, and it can also be said to be your luck. You belong to me after all, and I of."

look!Pretentious guy!

He never knew what it was like to be "rejected". Except for his father, this is the consciousness of a big noble.So he wouldn't think that she really wanted to reject him, he took the initiative and consciously regarded it as "interest", and he was very complacent about it.

"Really?" Josephine smiled slightly, "When did I 'belong' to you?"

"It has always belonged to me." The corner of his mouth slightly curled up. "You used to run too fast, but now I know what to do, and I won't let you run away again."

Josephine was noncommittal, and changed the subject, "The weather is not very good these days, and it may snow on Christmas, why don't you come to spend Christmas Eve. Do you spend Christmas in Vienna?"

"When Mother was alive, there was a Christmas party, but after she died..." He sighed softly.

Josephine turned around and touched his face, "It's so pitiful."

Thomas laughed instead, "She was unhappy when she was alive, and now she doesn't have to worry about her husband, maybe it's a good thing!"

"Are you like father or mother?"

"Have you met the Duke, do you think I look like him?"

"Like him."

Thomas snorted, "Who wants to be like him! Don't worry, I will never be like the duke—that bastard!"

Hey!You don't need to ask, it's no big deal for a big nobleman to have a mistress, and it's absolutely a lie to say which wife doesn't care.The mistress culture requires real money to support mistresses, that is to say, it will harm the interests of wives and legitimate children. Who can care less?

"I should have a room here." Thomas closed the French windows.

"All right."

"Send that Talent to the hell out."

"That's impossible. He's Cynthia's uncle, and it's impossible for me to refuse him to visit my niece."

"Did he propose to you?"

"No."

"If you ask me, since you are his sister-in-law, you are not suitable to marry him."

"It's none of your business."

"We can skip the engagement and go straight to a church to get married."

Josephine smiled, "You are too impatient."

"You've been married twice and widowed twice, and I've lost two fiancées too, an unlucky fellow. I think we're made for each other now. But I don't want to take the chance and just skip the engagement. What's the point of getting engaged, honestly? Not at all. You don't need a dowry either—but I'll give you a bunch of jewels and bonds anyway so you can't live without me."

Josephine couldn't help laughing: he's really damn talking too!

"Say it quickly! Do you think my idea is very good?" Thomas proudly hugged her, picked her up, and turned around several times.

She screamed, "Let me down! I'm getting dizzy!"

He turned around a few more times before hugging her and falling on the bed together.

"I don't want to wait any longer. I have been waiting for five years." Warm lips kissed her soft red lips.

"You've been engaged twice, how can you say you've been waiting for me?"

"What a misfortune, what a misfortune!"

"You are very unlucky, and those two girls are even more unlucky. Maybe...well...maybe..."

"What? Don't speak anymore."

A more passionate kiss, from lips to neck.

"After Christmas, okay?"

"No."

"new year?"

"Neither."

"The end of January, no later."

"My parents—" Josephine broke off.

"What happened to your parents? Oh, you mean, do you need your parents' permission?"

Josephine shook her head, "No, I'm past the age where my parents need to decide on my marriage. Well, the end of January, no, the first day of February."

Her hand took Thomas's.He was a slender young man with a slender frame, not tall, and with small hands. When she first met him, she thought he was a girl in men's clothing.

He is a bit too pretty, and at the age of 26, he still looks like he is 21 or 2 years old. He has a very cute smile and has the temperament of a boy next door.

Fingers intertwined.

He kissed the back of her hand, very satisfied, "I've never been so happy on a single day! I've known for a long time that you are mine and only belong to me."