Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

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"Mr. Rochester?" William looked up by chance, and found a sudden figure.

Bo Sha had noticed his arrival long ago, but she didn't raise her head on purpose. At this moment, she turned her head in surprise and said doubtfully, "Edward, when did you come?"

When she said this, Rochester's expressionless face became even more rigid. He looked at Bosha and then at William.

Squeezing out a stiff smile, he said, "Bo Sha, I didn't treat the guests properly when they came. It's really rude. Why don't you take the guests to the lounge?"

Seeing this, Bosha flashed a smile in her eyes, and said flauntingly: "Oh, I saw that you were entertaining other guests in the study, so you brought William to the studio. I didn't expect that we chatted too speculatively, so I forgot all of a sudden. time."

Her language was very ambiguous, as if she was blatantly introducing her lover, but her expression was very ordinary, as if she was introducing a friend.

Rochester's chest violently heaved and then returned to normal quickly.

He gave her a deep look, and invited William to the lounge for a conversation.

As a guest, William can only obey the host's arrangement.

He looked at Bosha, made a helpless grimace, put down his pen, and stood up.

Bo Sha seemed to be amused by him, she kept giggling, and kept her eyes on him.

The two looked like no one else was around, as if Rochester was not Bosha's husband, but a sculpture.

But in the social field, this kind of behavior is not out of line, it can only be regarded as ambiguous.

But it is this kind of ambiguity that is the most terrible thing. Others have no evidence and cannot criticize it.

Rochester was in such an unreproachable position at this time, he felt annoyed at the smiles Bosha bestowed on other men, but he couldn't stop it.

"Okay, Bosha, let's take the guests to the lounge."

Rochester blocked her sight, took her hand, walked out of the door quickly, and immediately reached the corridor.

Bo Sha felt like holding her hand like an iron chain, cuffing her wrist tightly, making her feel burning pain.

"Edward, you're hurting me." She immediately criticized his rudeness.

Rochester stopped, and quickly turned his head to look at her, his eyes were very fierce, his breath was short of breath like an enraged bull.

Bo Sha was taken aback by his red eyes, but she quickly calmed down and looked puzzled: "Edward, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Yes, I'm very uncomfortable." Rochester's voice was hoarse, his eyes darkened, "Please don't say a few words, I'll be fine."

Then he glanced at her again, and continued to drag her briskly down the stairs.

Maybe her complaints had an effect, although his strength was still strong, but not so tight.

It's just that the contours of the side of the face are still so tight, as if they are gnashing their teeth.

At this time, William also followed. He looked behind for a while, and smiled with a trace of dissatisfaction: "Mr. Rochester, if you are in a hurry, you can go first. Bosha can walk down slowly with me. That way you won't fall over her."

"No need, Mr. Dent, I will take good care of my 'wife'." Rochester retorted immediately, emphasizing on the word "wife".

While talking, several people quickly arrived at the lounge, but there was no one there.

Bo Sha broke free from Rochester's grasp immediately, frowned and glanced at him, then sat down on the sofa with a trace of rejection on her face.

Rochester stood three steps away from her, his brows were tightly frowned, but he was concerned about the presence of outsiders, so he didn't speak.

"Outsider" William followed closely, and he glanced at the two of them thoughtfully.

Then he sat across from Bosha, smiling gentle and gentle: "Bosha, I just saw your painting, it's really unique, but it's a pity that it's not finished yet."

Bo Sha faced him and immediately smiled and said, "What's the pity? It's not like we can't meet again."

Then she pondered for a while, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Tomorrow is the dance at Sir Lynn's house, will you go?"

William looked at her, with a flash of a smile in his eyes, and asked, "So, shall we bring the painting to the ball tomorrow?"

"Why not?" Bosha also laughed, with a hint of playfulness.

The two looked at each other and smiled, like a pair of lovers who have a tacit understanding.

At this time, a dull voice sounded very abruptly.

"Mr. Dent, it must take a lot of time to finish the painting, why don't you go home and finish it right away?" Rochester stood by the window, with a metal-like cold light reflected on his chiseled face.

The other two seemed to have just discovered him, and stared at him with wide eyes at the same time, like frightened fawns.

Then William took a look at Bo Sha and said in a tangled up voice, "Yes, I think, should I go?"

"Hmm~" Bo Sha didn't object, but just looked at him with a smile.

William's eyes became darker, and he glanced at her with a smile, then stood up and bid farewell to Rochester.

"Go slowly, Mr. Dent." The host, Mr. Rochester, seemed not to be ready to see off his guests, and stood there without moving.

Bo Sha glanced at him and was about to stand up, but he stopped her.

"Bosha, I have something important to tell you, and I can't wait even a moment." Rochester walked behind her at some point, leaning over to stare at her with very dark eyes.

She looked into those deep black eyes and sat back down again.

Then she looked back at William and said with a smile, "William, I'm sorry, do you know the way?"

William stood not far away.

He glanced at Rochester, then looked down at Bosha, with deep meaning in his eyes, and asked, "I can, how about you?"

Bo Sha also smiled and said, "I can do it too."

William nodded with a smile, bowed, and walked out of Thornfield slowly.

When the sound of William's footsteps disappeared outside the window, Rochester looked at her side face and said in a low voice: "William Dent is the second son of the family, and has hardly inherited any inheritance."

Bo Sha withdrew her gaze from the window, looked back at him, and asked, "So?"

Rochester frowned, and looked down at her with a trace of surprise: "So? Bosha, he is a poor man, maybe he doesn't even have a place to live."

Bo Sha nodded indifferently, as if she didn't care, and said, "Even if this is the case, William's talent will not be diminished by this, and my love for him will not diminish."

"Like?" Rochester raised his voice by one degree.

He immediately walked quickly around the sofa, sat down beside her, put his hands on her arms, and made her face him.

"Love? Bosha, do you know what you're talking about?" He became short of breath and looked at her with frowns.

He seemed to think of himself as a husband wearing a cuckold. Seeing his painful appearance, Bosha felt a sense of refreshment in her heart.

Not only that, but now she doesn't feel guilty, but wants to see him in more pain, it has to be said that it is very perverted.

She was surprised by her state of mind, but looked at him with surprise on her face, and frowned innocently: "What are you thinking? Rochester, my body belongs to Bessie, it is impossible to have anything to do with William."

There seemed to be a trace of regret in her tone, as if to say: If she had her own body, she did have the idea of ​​going further with William.

Rochester's chest rose and fell violently again, his hands trembled twice, and then he said hoarsely: "So? Are you regretting? You really like William Dent?"

Bo Sha didn't deny it, and looked at him with a face of "you are making trouble for no reason", brushed his hand away vigorously, and stood up from the sofa.

Rochester stood up immediately, and before she turned around to leave, he held her hand and asked shortly, "Bosha, Mrs. Rochester, do you remember?"

Bo Sha turned her head back in disgust, frowned and said, "Of course I remember, you don't need to remind me again, as I said, it's impossible for me and William."

Rochester still wanted to question her, asking if she fell in love with William Dent.If yes, she must forget about that man.

But before he could ask, she pushed him away forcefully, and he could only watch her disappear on the first floor with a frown.

"Damn it." Rochester took a few deep breaths, and still cursed, as if he still felt uneasy, he cursed again, "I saw Dent, hellish William."

While cursing, he walked quickly back and forth in the room, frowning in thought.

Don't think he can't see it, that William Dent has no good intentions at all.

Bo Sha said that it is impossible for her to have anything with him, because she has the cultivation and morality of a lady.

But that William. Dent is not necessarily.

He will definitely seduce Bosha and his Mrs. Rochester.

No matter how entangled Rochester was, time passed quickly, and after dawn, it was the day for the dance at Sir Lynn's house.

Bo Sha didn't go downstairs for almost the whole day yesterday, but was painting in the studio.

After a day of hard work, yesterday's simple sketch has undergone a major transformation and has become a semi-finished oil painting.

After waking up in the morning, Bosha had breakfast in the bedroom, and then came to the studio again.

When opening the door, Bo Sha paused, her gaze stayed by the window.

Rochester was frowning and looking out the window, when he heard the sound of her entering the door, he turned his head immediately.

"Rochester, why are you here?" Bosha sat down in front of the canvas and began to mix the paints.

"Bosha, I have something to tell you, but you kept drawing yesterday, so I can't interrupt you." Rochester stood beside her with a strange tone.

Bo Sha paused and looked up at him. He was looking down at her at this moment, and the shadow of his eyelashes looked a little aggrieved.

It's a pity that he met a perverted woman, and he liked the way he was wronged and suffering.

A strange excitement flashed in Bo Sha's eyes, and she said with a smile, "What do you want to say?"

Rochester didn't know what she was thinking, he looked at her expression, and said hesitantly: "Bosha, for today's ball, just dance with me, okay?"

"Why?" Bo Sha looked at him.

She didn't expect him to be so greedy. Not only did he want to put an end to his rivals in love, but he also wanted to take the opportunity to benefit himself.

There are more than a dozen dances in one night, and as few as five or six dances.

Rochester is ugly, but beautiful, she thought.

In her sizing eyes, Rochester's eyes flashed a trace of embarrassment, and he said his bottom line: "I hope you don't dance with William Dent, Bosha, believe me, being too close to him will damage your reputation, Lady Rochester's honor."

He seemed to be very good at finding bargaining chips for himself, knowing that he didn't have much weight with her, so he used Mrs. Rochester's name.

But she does care about the title and has no intention of losing it.

So she smiled: "Rochester, you don't need to remind me, I care more about my reputation than you, I know how to do it."

"That's good." He hesitated to speak for a while, but when he saw her concentrate on drawing the picture again, he could only swallow his words.

It was afternoon soon, and Rochester asked a servant to remind her that it was time to get ready for the ball.

Bo Sha finished the last stroke, stood up and looked around, and found that it was not satisfactory.

But painting is like this, limited by skills, there is always a distance between works and imagination.

She asked the servant to dry and put away the painting, then went back to the bedroom and began to dress up.

As early as two days ago, the tailors came to Thornfield. They rushed to work day and night and made all kinds of dresses for her. At this time, one third of the cloakroom had been hung up.

She chose a long lavender dress, and with the help of the servants, she finished dressing up and walked out of the bedroom.

Rochester was standing in front of the railing in the bedroom corridor.

Hearing footsteps at this moment, he turned his head while holding on to the railing with one hand, his eyes were attracted by the purple figure, and he almost forgot to breathe.

Her skin became much fairer in the cold British air, like delicate ivory, shining seductively in the purple dress.

At this time, the pair of honey brown eyes looked at this side, under the dim light, they seemed to be rippling lake water, washing away to the heart.

When those eyes got closer and closer, he smelled the familiar warm fragrance, and couldn't help but want to take a deep breath.

But before he could put it into practice, those eyes moved away, and he recovered immediately, only to realize that she had already started to go downstairs.

"Sir, madam just talked to you, and you didn't answer, she might be angry." Falks said softly in front of him.

Rochester frowned, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, he didn't pay attention to what Bo Sha said just now.

Seeing that her figure was about to disappear, she could only follow immediately.

Five minutes later, the luxurious carriage set off from Thornfield, passed the hill, and headed for Sir Lynn's mansion a mile away.

At this time, the sun was already setting, and the afterglow slowly faded in the sky, leaving only thin clouds like smog.

In the quiet carriage, Rochester's eyes follow him everywhere, which is annoying.

Bo Sha adjusted her posture and sat facing the carriage, pretending to admire the scenery outside the window.

Of course, her posture is also beautiful. Her dress is a fashionable style, so the neckline is a little low.Under the cloak of the same color, the faint whiteness is revealed.

Rochester's gaze paused there for a moment, his gaze became deep and deep, and he couldn't help changing his posture.

He looked away, quickly remembered something, and gradually frowned, as if he could pinch a mosquito to death.

The Sir Mansion will arrive soon.

This is a small white two-story building with two neat rows of cypress trees at the entrance. At this time, the place is full of carriages.

Beside the burning bonfire, the coachmen sat together in twos and threes, drinking and talking. Of course, the atmosphere was not elegant, but it was very lively.

Bo Sha took Rochester's arm, passed by the smoke, and entered the warm room.

The room was equally lively, and they were the latecomers.

As soon as Bosha took off her cloak, Rochester picked it up.

She raised her eyes to look at him, showed a slight smile, and slowly walked into the crowd under his deep gaze.

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