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

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William looked at Bo Sha with a smile, and asked, "Did you just draw?"

Bo Sha smiled, did not deny it, and asked him where he was going.

"Bosha, I do have to leave for a few days. There is an auction in London this afternoon." William said as he looked at the pocket watch in his hand, frowning slightly.

"Afternoon? Then you have to leave immediately." Bo Sha immediately understood the meaning of William's move.

"Yes, Bosha, I will miss you." William put down his pocket watch and stared at her.

Rochester was undoubtedly displeased by his demeanor.

Before Bosha could answer, Rochester said, "Mr. Dent, the carriage outside can't wait any longer, you can go."

The owner had issued an order to evict the guests, so William could only get up.

He looked at Bosha, bent down and kissed his hands, and when he got up, he smiled gently: "I'll be right back."

Bo Sha smiled back, then watched him turn and leave, looked back at her when he was at the door, and then hurried away.

The room fell silent for a moment, Bosha looked around, and heard Rochester ask: "Bosha, what are you looking for?"

She turned her head to look at him, smiled and said, "I'm looking for Falks, I want some turpentine from her."

Rochester stared at her for a while with deep eyes, and then asked: "This painting should be very good?"

Bo Sha felt that his tone was a bit strange, and turned to look at him, seeing that he looked weird and did not speak for a while.

"Why?" He raised his eyebrows, his tone was a bit sharp, "Aren't the people above not good enough?"

Bo Sha finally frowned, feeling something was wrong, and asked, "How do you know what I drew?"

Rochester did not answer this question, but instead asked: "Who is that?"

Bo Sha has already confirmed the answer. He does know that there is a person in the painting, but he doesn't know who that person is.

Of course he would not know, nor would he have the chance to meet that person.

"Mr. Rochester, I don't think this has anything to do with you." Bosha didn't want to talk about the phantom with others, and avoided the topic.

"It has nothing to do with me?" Rochester smiled sarcastically, and then looked at her to emphasize, "Bosha, you are Mrs. Rochester, you said it yourself."

Bo Sha frowned and looked at him, and said coldly: "I know about this, and I will not affect Rochester's reputation."

As she spoke, she stood up and rang the bell next to her.

Soon, Falks brought in the required paints according to her instructions.

Rochester saw her enter the bookshelf again, his eyes flashed, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After Bo Sha painted the first layer of color, it was almost noon.

She hung the painting in a ventilated place before leaving the reading area, ready to continue after lunch.

When she went out, she found that Rochester had disappeared.She didn't think much about it. After lunch, she returned to the portrait.

When she walked into the portrait, she paused and looked around suspiciously. Was this the position she put just now?

But the oil painting is still in place, maybe she remembered it wrong?

She sat down in front of the oil painting again, and stared at the people on it in a daze.

The afternoon sun fell loosely through the half-opened curtains, leaving a halo of light on her delicate skin, her slender eyelashes were drooping, and the expression on her face was extremely gentle and focused.

Surprisingly focused.

In the corner at this time, Rochester was supporting the bookshelf with all his strength, his fingers were bleeding from the edge of the bookshelf, but he didn't feel anything.

He stared closely at her focused back, his eyes were dark and flashed with dangerous light.

What kind of painting is that?

John was right, it was a complete stranger.He had never seen such a man, neither in England nor in Jamaica.

For a moment, he thought it was a person imagined by Bo Sha, and the artist's imagination is always very rich.

But soon, he dismissed the fluke idea.

Although Rochester's painting skills are not good, his appreciation ability is not bad, and he can immediately see the painter's feelings for the person in the painting.

It was a very strong feeling, as if it was the love of this life, so nostalgic and loved.

Ironically, the person who painted him was Bo Sha.

He stared at the painting, with jealousy and hatred like a poisonous snake, resisting the urge to destroy it, and firmly remembered it in his heart.

Rochester knew that simply destroying the painting was useless.

What he should do is to find that man so that he can never appear in front of Bo Sha.

Bo Sha was staring at the figure on the painting in a daze, when she was awakened by a slight sound, and subconsciously looked back.

Behind him was a circular area surrounded by several bookshelves, and there was only a small passage on the right leading directly to the lounge, which was empty at the moment.

She frowned, listened carefully, and found Rochester's voice ordering the servants outside.

It seemed that he must have let the servants in just now, what did he want to do?

She picked up the brush again, and carefully traced "his" hair, and suddenly remembered Rochester's questioning, and felt a little funny at the same time, bored.

How could a man from another time and space destroy the reputation of the Rochester family?

Compared with real people, who can be safer than this kind of lover?Rochester should have nothing to say, right?

When Bo Sha continued to finish the painting, Rochester ordered his servants to move him to the study.

"Prepare me the letter paper and pen." He had a gloomy face, and the servant had no choice but to carry out the order immediately.

"Master, why don't you ask someone to write it for you?" John looked at his still pale face and advised in a low voice.

Rochester frowned impatiently, ignored the servant, pulled out a piece of letter paper rudely, crumpled it up after writing a few words, and threw it into the fireplace.

After discarding several letters in a row, he finally stopped writing, watched the servant seal the envelope, and then confessed: "This letter is urgent, send it to Millcote as soon as possible."

Seeing the back of the servant leaving, Rochester's frown did not relax, and he was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Bo Sha grew up in Jamaica, and the place where she could meet that man must be in Jamaica.

It was a remote island, far away from his sphere of influence.

I just hope that the people sent there will be smarter and find out the man who may have been in contact with Bo Sha as soon as possible.

Because of Rochester's injury, Thornfield's ball was naturally postponed, and the air of early spring gradually permeated the manor, and the ground was dyed with fresh green.

On about the second Sunday in spring, Thornfield ushered in a strange guest.

Besha and Falks came back from church and saw Leah looking at the door. As soon as their carriage entered the battlements, Leah ran over.

"Ma'am, there is a guest at home. The master invites you to meet him in the study." Liya reported in a low voice as she helped Bosha off the carriage.

"What guest?" Bo Sha stood firm on the ground, unconsciously looking at the window of the study.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but at this time the window opened from the inside, and the light blue curtains parted from the two sides.

Rochester's face appeared in the field of vision, Bosha glanced at him, and then put his gaze behind him.

There was a man with pale blond hair, looking at her at the moment. Although he couldn't see clearly, he felt very familiar.

When Bo Sha walked around the hall and walked to the corridor leading to the study, she suddenly stopped and finally remembered who he was.

Richard Mason, Bosha's younger brother.

Calculating from the time, he might not have received her letter, but set off from Jamaica not long after "Bosha" left.

Every time Bosha thought of the Masons, she felt sad.

Bosha actually has two younger brothers, and the younger brother is a fool.Although Richard looks normal, his IQ is not high, and his personality is very cowardly.

Facing Rochester's dominance, Richard has no power to fight back. "As obedient as a faithful dog" is Rochester's evaluation of him.

But this cowardly younger brother is the only one who speaks for "Bo Sha" in the original book.

At the wedding of Rochester and Jane Eyre, the lawyer he hired issued a marriage certificate to prevent bigamy from happening.

At this time, she was about to meet this younger brother.

When she walked to the door, perhaps she heard footsteps, and the door was quickly opened from the inside.

Rochester's dark eyes appeared in sight, he looked at her, and let her in in a low voice.

Since the dispute over the portrait that day, Rochester has become a little eccentric.

He seemed to forget that at times, and was as courteous as ever, praising her music and her beauty.But sometimes, like now, he observes her with elusive eyes.

Bosha seems to "respect each other like a guest" to him, but in fact "respects each other like ice".

As long as he suddenly goes crazy and restricts her freedom, his attitude can't affect her, so she habitually ignores his sight.

She put her eyes on the man behind him. Richard was about the same age as Rochester, three years younger than "Bosha", and he was looking at her with wide eyes at the moment.

His gaze was not very agile, his eyes were too big, and he looked a little dull.

Bo Sha looked at him, showing a gentle smile: "Richard, you don't know me anymore?"

Richard seemed to have just recovered, and stammered, "Bosha... sister, you... are you really well?"

He carefully scrutinized Bosha's face, and found that she looked really normal, and then looked at Rochester next to him, feeling a little at a loss.

It's "really", not "how". It seems that someone told him about Bo Sha's recovery.

This person could not be anyone but Rochester.

Bosha looked at Rochester at any time, and at the moment he was standing by the table watching them, his expression was not happy.

He was a little surprised when he suddenly caught her sight. He glanced at Richard and coughed lightly: "Bosha, I've told him about your recovery, and he still can't believe it."

Bo Sha turned her gaze back and smiled at Richard: "It's true, Richard, I recovered a long time ago and wrote you a letter."

"Letter?" Richard was really confused, "But I didn't receive it."

He seemed to be flustered because he couldn't figure it out.

"You left Jamaica before the letter arrived, so you missed it." Bosha immediately explained the logic inside, and he laughed as if suddenly realized.

"So it's like this, sister, I really didn't expect you to recover, I thought..." Richard was interrupted by Rochester before he finished speaking.

"Okay, Richard, as long as your sister recovers, don't talk about other irrelevant things. This time, you can stay in Thornfield for a little longer." Rochester frowned slightly, looking at Richard's eyes indifferently. I like it, but try to keep the tone light.

Bo Sha looked around, her eyes flashed, and she immediately understood what Rochester wanted to stop him from saying.

Bosha's mother was also mentally ill, but she didn't recover. Maybe Richard wanted to talk about this.But Rochester didn't want her to know, maybe because he was worried that she would relapse again?

Bo Sha didn't intend to ask this question. After chatting with Richard for a while, she felt that his face was not good, and asked him to go to rest first.

Because of Richard's arrival, Thornfield became lively.

Because of the arrival of the guests, Bosha canceled a lot of painting time, and Rochester had more chances to see her.

That night, after the three of them had a sumptuous dinner, they sat in the lounge and chatted together.

Bo Sha played a song for the guests from afar, making the atmosphere in the room more relaxed and happy.

Rochester was sitting on the sofa next to him, facing Richard.

As she rose he suddenly proposed that they play cards, to pass the time.

Bo Sha turned to look at him, and found that there was a smile on his face, his eyes didn't look so dark anymore, and he looked in a good mood.

"Richard, what do you think?" Bosha looked away and looked at Richard whose eyes were wandering.

I don't know if it's because of the strangeness, but Richard doesn't look relaxed, like a migrating bird, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

Hearing Bo Sha's question, he looked over immediately, and smiled shyly: "I can do it, but I'm not very good at playing cards."

Bo Sha gave him a comforting smile, and asked the butler to place the card table and move it to the fireplace, and light more candles so that they could see the words on the cards clearly.