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

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When the surgeon Carter came, he re-examined Rochester. He expressed his appreciation for Bosha's timely handling and claimed that even he could not handle it better.

However, he still treated Rochester's wound with wound medicine, and told him to rest in bed and not move around at will.

Rochester lay in the lounge for a whole day, and finally he was able to move before moving to the bedroom on the second floor.

On this day, Bosha perfectly played Mrs. Rochester and accompanied Rochester in the lounge.

When he fell asleep, he read books and drew pictures. When he was awake, he played the piano and sang to him.

At night, Rochester fell asleep again, and Bosha went back to the lounge.

"Ma'am, with you by my side, Mister has always been in a good mood." Falks was extremely pleased. She felt that Mister's recovery was due to the hostess.

"This is what I should do, Falks." Bosha smiled like an extremely loyal wife, without complaint or regret.

At this time, the bell in the living room rang.

Falks glanced at it and said at once: "Sir must be awake, madam."

Bosha immediately smiled, got up and walked to the second floor: "Poor Edward, I don't know if he feels better."

"Ma'am, don't worry. The doctor said in the afternoon that the husband is getting better, and he should not get worse." Falks followed behind, with a gentle tone of comfort.

While speaking, Bo Sha had already reached the door of the master bedroom, and she knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, John's face appeared in front of his eyes, and he respectfully led her in: "Madam, please come in quickly, sir just woke up."

Bo Sha walked in lightly. The fireplace in the bedroom was very warm day and night.

It was night at this time, and in order to let the patient have a good rest, only one lamp was lit in the room, and the light was a bit dim.

When she walked to the bed, she saw Rochester lying on the pillow, his black eyes looked at her feebly for an unknown amount of time.

She froze for a moment, smiled and sat down beside the bed, and asked kindly, "Edward, how do you feel?"

Her demeanor is incomparably outstanding, like a bright light in a dimly lit room, bringing a burst of fresh vitality to the place.

Rochester's eyes were always around her, at this time the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his voice was hoarse: "I'm fine, luckily I didn't die, are you happy?"

Bosha smiled more cheerfully, pinched the corner of the quilt for him, and said softly: "Of course, Edward, I have never been so happy as I am now."

If you want to run for the best actor, Bo Sha must do my part.Looking at her sincere expression, Rochester was also puzzled for a moment.

He couldn't help stretching his hand out of the quilt, wanting to hold her hand quietly.

At that moment, he touched her silky skin, but soon, she swam away like a fish.

The moment she frowned, he immediately came back to his senses, and quietly retracted his hand.

Everything is false, except the identity of a Mrs. Rochester, to whom he is worthless.

The room was so warm, but he felt cold coming from all directions.They are so close, yet so far apart.

Seeing him lying on the bed trembling, Bo Sha immediately frowned.The medical technology of this era is limited, if his wound is infected, it will be troublesome.

"John, if you add wood to the fireplace, you must not stop the fire."

After giving orders to the servant, she sighed and looked at Rochester. Seeing his pale face, she asked, "Edward, what would you like to eat, some soup?"

Rochester just looked at her without speaking.

Bo Sha frowned, worried that he was confused.Reaching out to touch his forehead, he found that the temperature was normal, and let out a sigh of relief.

The moment she took her hand away, he seemed to come back to his senses, and answered her question: "I'm dizzy, Bosha, and I can't eat anything."

His voice was very weak, and he looked pitiful, as if acting like a baby.

Under normal circumstances, he is very capable of inspiring women's maternal love at this moment, and winning women's sympathy and love.

But when Bo Sha saw him like this, it was just the opposite.Not only did he have no sympathy, but he wanted him to suffer even more and bleed more.

She suppressed her impulse, stood up gently, and kept as far away from him as possible, looked at the air and smiled, "Don't make trouble, Edward, you should eat something."

Then she turned and told Falks to ask the kitchen to make some light meals and add a pigeon soup.

Falks immediately went out to prepare, and John just went down to carry the wood, and the room fell silent for a while.

Bo Sha sat by the fireplace for a while, calmed down, and felt a little tired.

She looked at Rochester, and saw that he had been looking at her with those dark eyes, but he was silent, feeling a little helpless.

"You should take the time to rest, so that the wound will heal faster." She suggested.

Rochester knew that the servants were not there, and Bosha's appearance was real.

His eyes were slightly bright, he looked at her and smiled and said, "Bosha, you want me to be healthy. You don't hate me like you said, do you?"

Bo Sha also smiled, and replied: "No, Mr. Rochester, I'm just kind, and I don't want a life to die."

The smile on Rochester's face slowly disappeared, he lowered his eyes and smiled, his voice hoarse: "Bosha, you are so merciless, you don't even leave me a single illusion."

"As I said, it's impossible for us." Bo Sha was indifferent. She looked at the starlight outside the window and became absent-minded.

"Then who is likely to be with you?" Rochester suddenly looked up at her, staring at her expression, "William Dent?"

Bo Sha frowned immediately, turned to face him, and said coldly: "I said before, I will only treat him as a friend."

Rochester didn't speak any more, just looked at her, his eyes flickering, he didn't know what he was thinking.

There was silence in the room until Falks and Leah brought the food.

Under Bosha's gaze, Rochester reluctantly ate some, drank some soup, and lay back on the bed.

At this time Bosha had already yawned a few times, she looked at Rochester, facing those bright black eyes, as if she was not sleepy.

So he came to the bed with a smile, straightened the quilt for him, and urged: "Go to sleep for a while, Edward, it will get better sooner."

He knew very well in his heart who wanted to sleep, and immediately became entangled.

Seeing the clear exhaustion on her face, he obeyed her and closed his eyes slightly.

As expected, not long after he closed his eyes, he heard her leaving footsteps and the servant's door closing.

He changed his position slightly, facing the bedroom next to her, where she was right now.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally fell asleep.

The next day was sunny and sunny, as if the last trace of cold air had been taken away by yesterday's torrential rain, and spring was gradually approaching.

Because the master was injured, Thornfield was very quiet, and the servants were at their posts waiting for orders at any time.

John is responsible for taking care of the master, so he is naturally busier.

He took breakfast from Lia, and when he turned around, he saw the master looking at the door, as if expecting something.

But John was an honest servant, not good at words, and didn't take the initiative to ask.

After serving the master for breakfast, seeing him close his eyes and meditating again, he sat down on the stool next to him and waited for the master's orders at any time.

After an unknown amount of time, the sun shone brighter, making the curtains shine brightly.

Rochester finally spoke, "John, open the curtains and let the sunlight in."

"Yes, master." John immediately carried out the order, letting the sunlight shine into the carpet of the room.

The room fell silent again. Rochester lay on the bed and changed his posture again. John immediately looked up.

But Rochester didn't care about the servants, he looked at the door from time to time, expecting when it would open again.

He knew that he would definitely open it. In order to play the role of her good wife, Bo Sha would definitely come to visit him and bring a large group of servants to witness her performance.

As the footsteps approached, he immediately perked up, his eyes fixed on the closed door.

The door opened quickly, and the cool air entered the room. Rochester's eyes darkened, it was a servant.

Leah brought in fresh water and went out again.

"Sir, would you like some water?" John asked respectfully.

"Drink some." Rochester took the glass listlessly, and drank the water in one gulp, but choked on it.

"Cough, cough, cough." A painful cough sounded, and Rochester's face turned pale.

"Is the wound involved, sir?" John hurried to give him relief.

"No need." He pushed the servant's hand away with some annoyance, his eyes wandered in the air, as if he asked unintentionally, "Where are the others? Where is Falks?"

"Sir, Falks is ordering lunch, do you want to call her?" John said as if to ring the bell.

"No need." Rochester frowned and stopped, and then asked, "Where are the others?"

Then his eyes stayed on the nearby Yintao wood table, and he asked casually, "Where's Madam?"

The waiting time is infinitely extended.

For about a century, he heard John say:

"Ma'am? Oh, she's gone."

The air became very thin, he turned his head almost as if he was suffocating, and asked, "Going out?"

Startled by his fierce eyes, John lowered his head instantly: "Yes, sir, Madam has indeed gone out. According to Mrs. Falks, she has gone to town and has important things to do."

"Really?" Rochester lay listlessly on the bed, and waved the servant away.

The door was closed again, and the room at this moment was like a dark coffin, so dull that it almost collapsed.

He unconsciously looked out of the window. At this moment, the curtains had been opened. From the closed window, bright light came in. The sky outside the window was so far away.

He lifted the quilt, covered his dizzy head, staggered to the window, opened the window with difficulty, and searched the only carriage road with his eyes.

But there is nothing bright except for the dry weeds and the vast bushes.

Tired of standing, he sat down on the sofa next to him and fell asleep again without knowing it.

He was awakened by a small sound, the sound of a carriage.

He immediately stood up and leaned against the window to look out.

Beside the lonely dry grass, a luxurious carriage drove slowly, bringing a brisk breeze, breaking through the dull air.

"Bosha..." Rochester gently put the name on the tip of his tongue, and let out a weak murmur.

He looked intently at the carriage, the Rochester family crest on the wall was so clear and lovely like never before.

He watched it drive into the battlements and into Thornfield.

He looked at the door, then at the messy bed, turned around immediately, and staggered to the side of the bed.

But because he was too anxious, he fell off the bed and made a dull crashing sound.

"God, sir, why did you fall?" John just entered the door, was startled when he heard the sound, and quickly helped him onto the bed.

"I'm fine." He brushed off the servant's hand and lay down again.

I heard John say: "Sir, Ma'am is back."

He had seen her come back in a carriage.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously looked at the closed door.

She will definitely come up, to play her part.

Facts proved that he was not wrong, and there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, which was very chaotic.

She must have brought the servants to witness her performance.

The door opened again, and his eyes were fixed on the figure.

She looked fine, almost in high spirits, as always.

She quickly came to him and asked with concern: "Edward, how are you?"

"I'm fine, just a little lonely." His eyes were fixed on her without blinking.

Gauze was tied on his head, his lips were pale, his eyebrows were downcast, and he looked really pitiful.

Very good, it can arouse "Bosha"'s violent desire.

Bosha's expression froze for a moment, she glanced at the servants around her secretly, and said with a smile: "Edward, I'm sorry... I have some urgent business to go out, but in the afternoon, I will be with you."

"I seem to have a fever, please show me." He lowered his eyes and lowered his head, beckoning her to test the temperature.

She gritted her teeth, put her hand on his forehead, and said with a smile, "No, Edward, this is your illusion, stop thinking about it."

She spoke to take her hand away, but failed, for he seized her hand at once, and held it firmly in the palm of his.

She couldn't succeed in pulling her hand away if she didn't want to attract the servant's attention.

Her expression froze for a moment, and she quickly adjusted, then turned to Falks and said, "Alice, you guys go out, Edward has something private to say to me."

He immediately understood her intentions, frowned at the servants, but could only watch them leave helplessly.

The room quickly fell silent, and the moment the door closed, Bo Sha moved.

She seemed unable to bear the intimacy with him for a moment, and pulled out her hand vigorously, but failed.

At this moment, there was no expression on her face, only her eyes were flashing with disgust.

She kept pushing hard, and the last time, she almost brought him to the ground.

If he didn't want to fall to the ground embarrassingly in front of her, he had no choice but to let go, and he was forced to let her go.

Bo Sha left him in an instant, and walked to the farthest window in a few steps, looking out of the window with a cold attitude.

"You really don't want to look at me." Rochester said to her back with a self-deprecating look.

Bo Sha didn't speak, she tried to suppress the violent desire, and she spent all her energy.

"Sometimes I really wonder if you have a heart. If you have a heart, it must be made of stone or steel, extremely cold and heartless." Rochester said almost gnashing his teeth.

But she still looked out the window motionlessly, turning a deaf ear.

He was almost bleeding from hatred, and cursed: "I hate you, Bosha Mason, I hate your hard heart, I hate your indifference, and I wish I could die with you."

"What a coincidence, I thought so too." She turned her head casually, and gave him the heaviest blow with the lightest words.

Rochester's face was completely pale.

Looking at that figure, he felt that she was an angel for a moment, and a devil for a moment, destroying his inner defense and making him vulnerable.

For a moment, he almost wondered if he was a corpse.

"Bo Sha..." He unconsciously pronounced her name, but didn't know how to react.

"Mr. Rochester, I will never forget what you did to my sister. Please remember, I hate you forever." Bosha said without looking at him again, and hurriedly opened the door and left the room.

Rochester looked at the re-closed door, feeling as if a knife had broken his heart.It was as if they were being tightly held together by one hand, and they were constantly being tortured.

What a pain, he lay on the bed, almost suspecting that he was going to die, a miserable death.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-09-1522:43:57~2020-09-1616:32:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 forest on both sides of the first world;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!