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

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On an early spring night, the air is still very cold, and the indoor fireplace is beeping, providing continuous warmth for the room.

The card table was not far from the fireplace, and the brand-new cards reflected light. The three of them were sitting around the card table, playing a card game.

The cards drawn in advance are kept in the "pagoda", and they draw the cards from the previous house in turn, and put the pairs of cards on the table.

The person who leaves that single card in the end is the loser.

"Yeah, win." Richard cheered again.

The sunshine in Jamaica is abundant, and his face is a little tanned, but he can still be said to be handsome.I have to admire the power of genes, the Mason family are all beautiful.

He didn't know that the two people present didn't regard him as an opponent and deliberately let him pass the test first.

"Bosha, it's your turn." Rochester turned sideways, facing her, with a hint of a smile in his bright black eyes.

His expression was very relaxed, his eyebrows were not furrowed as usual, but stretched happily.

Bo Sha glanced at him, a little surprised by his good mood, and cooperatively drew a card, and when she saw the card, her gaze paused.

She raised her eyes and looked opposite, Rochester's expression didn't change at all, as if she smoked anything.Therefore, she couldn't judge the cards from his expression.

In front of his unchanging expression, IQ and observation ability are useless, and it can only depend on luck.

She turned her hands behind her back and changed the order of the cards before taking them to the front for him to draw.

Rochester watched her movements with a smile, and randomly selected one.Then raised her eyebrows, inserted it into other cards, and signaled her to continue drawing.

"Edward, don't you want to change the order?" Bosha felt that he had lost the fun of playing the game by doing so.

He raised his eyes and looked at her, then obeyed her arrangement, imitated her movements, put his hands behind his back, and then put them in front for her to slap.

Bo Sha raised her hand and placed one of them, looked at his expression, and found that he just kept looking at her, with no other expression except smiling.

She switched another card, and the result was the same.

Therefore, she could only randomly draw one card again. Coincidentally, it was that single card again.

The game has progressed here, and the result is already foreseeable.In the last draw, Bo Sha finally failed to draw a single card and ended the game.

Bo Sha lost the fun of replaying a game due to the boring game process.But because of Richard, she has been reading in the lounge instead of staying in the studio.

Richard didn't know the truth, but felt that his brother-in-law seemed to be in a good mood, and it didn't look so scary.

But his temper is still bad.

When chatting with him, he was absent-minded, and once he talked too much, he would look at him impatiently.

Later, Richard stopped talking and took a book to read.

Although Rochester also took a book, he didn't turn a single page, and kept his eyes on Bosha who was nearby.

The room became very quiet for a while, except for the occasional sound of the Mason siblings flipping books, the silence was somewhat dull.

Bosha read the book for a while, and suddenly heard Rochester cough lightly, and said beside him: "Bosha, what do you think of us holding a dance?"

Bo Sha paused and looked sideways at him.I saw him looking at her intently, as if he was seriously waiting for the answer.

"Okay, Richard just happens to be able to attend this dance." Bosha moved his gaze to the opposite side, and Richard saw her gaze and immediately smiled.

The ball was scheduled to be held in three days. After the invitation was sent out, Thornfield's servants were completely busy.

They cleaned the manor thoroughly, washed the rich carpets and put them on the lawn to dry.Whether it is a remote door crack or a wide hall, it has a new look.

When Richard passed by in the corridor, he happened to see a servant carrying a giant portrait, and stopped suddenly.

"What an amazing man." He praised unconsciously, his eyes following the portrait.

He was about to follow up into the studio to appreciate it, when he heard a familiar voice from the side.

"What did you just say?" Rochester stood in the corner, looking deeply at his face.

Every time Richard saw his eyes like this, he would become very nervous, and at the moment he stammered, "What... what?"

Rochester frowned, walked up to him a few steps, and looked at him carefully: "You just said, a magical man."

Richard didn't know why he asked that, so he could only nod helplessly: "Yes, that's what I said."

After he confirmed it again, Rochester seemed to have heard something incomprehensible, looked at him and asked word by word: "The man in the painting, don't you know him?"

Richard was confused, nodded and said: "Yes, I don't know."

Rochester frowned even tighter. He looked at Richard's shallow expression, and said to him in a low voice, "But he is Bosha's friend."

Richard's astonished expression made him understand that his previous conjecture was completely wrong.

The man in this portrait is not Jamaican at all.

If Bertha was the man she met in Jamaica and fell in love with, then keep Richard in the dark.How likely is this to happen?

A huge mystery fell on him, that man, who is he?where again?

He had to figure it out.

Richard looked at his back in a panic as he left in a hurry, and then at the portrait that was about to be moved into the studio, feeling as if he had accidentally harmed his sister.

He stood there and thought for a while, then looked at Bosha's room, and decided to tell her about it.

Bosha got the news from Richard, and was a little surprised that Rochester would find the loopholes in the "Phantom".But she didn't take it to heart, and she was not obliged to explain anything to him.

Thornfield in three days

In the evening, the manor was brightly lit, bustling people poured into the ballroom, and the sounds of conversation and music filled the entire manor.

As the hostess, Bosha sat with the guests in the ballroom.

Mrs. Ingram, Mrs. Dent and Mrs. Lynn sat around her, and everyone burst into laughter from time to time, creating a very lively atmosphere in the room.

At the same time, Rochester stood among the male guests, and the heated discussions were not much inferior to those of the female guests.

The first dance was of course started by the host, and the Rochester couple in costumes danced gracefully in the center of the ballroom, winning praise from the guests.

Then it was the free dance time, and Bosha danced three times in a row before she had a chance to catch her breath.

When she walked out of the dance floor, she found that at some point, Rochester's following eyes disappeared.That kind of observing gaze, as if she could meet her lover in public.

However, it was a strange thing that Rochester was not in the hall at this time.

She looked around the hall, and found that Rochester was indeed not there.Where would he go at this time?

When her eyes moved to the corner of the corridor, she paused for a moment, suspecting that she was wrong.

Then she reacted immediately, ignoring the guest who was talking to her, and quickly ran after her with her skirt.

In the dim corridor, the figure in the black cloak was so familiar, she kept calling his name, but he never looked back.

As if to ensure that she could catch up, his speed was not fast, and occasionally he would turn his head to see if she was coming.

He was luring her here on purpose.

Bo Sha realized this, but because of a strong hope, she couldn't think more.

Because the back was so familiar, and the profile of the profile almost made her cry.

She chased all the way to a remote guest room, only to see that familiar figure standing in front of the window, and that strong physique appeared in her dreams countless times.

"Eric..." she called him unconsciously, with a faint hope.

Reason told her that Eric was dead.

But feelings told her, maybe in case, Eric has a golden lock on his body, maybe he can also travel through time and space?

"Eric, is that you?" She gradually approached him, and asked him in a low voice, like a phantom, afraid of scaring it away.

She has touched his clothes, that is a real touch, just like before, she can almost feel the temperature under the clothes.

"Eric." She unconsciously hugged him from behind, put her face on his back, and called him eagerly.

"Eric" froze for a moment, he turned his head to the side, but held back for some reason.

Bo Sha felt a little strange, she came back rationally, she let go of her hands, looked at this figure and asked, "Who are you?"

The figure still didn't look back, but he spoke.

"Eric, is that his name?" The familiar voice asked with a hint of hoarseness.

Bo Sha immediately knew who he was, and then felt a kind of annoyance at being fooled.

"Rochester, is it interesting to play tricks on me?" She said a little angrily.

Rochester turned around, showing a strange face.There was a familiar mask on it, and his clothes and hairstyle were the same as the portrait.

Seeing his current state, Bo Sha was in a trance for a moment.

"Who is he? Where is he?" Rochester's deep voice brought her back to her senses, and she raised her eyes to meet his gloomy eyes.

Bo Sha found herself happy for nothing, depressed, not in the mood to answer, just looked at him and said, "Don't do this again."

Then she turned around and wanted to leave, but he pulled her back from behind with a little force.

Bo Sha couldn't break free, turned her head angrily, and saw his eyes were emitting a dark light, which looked a bit hideous under the mask: "Tell me, where is he?"

She didn't know why he kept asking, she was a little disgusted, and her tone was naturally cold: "He's dead, Rochester, don't look for him anymore."

"Dead?" Rochester's eyes widened, as if he hadn't reacted.

At this time, he unconsciously let go of his hand, looking at her leaving back, a little at a loss.

He really didn't expect that the man was already dead.

For a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, because it meant that no one would come to take Bo Sha away from him.

But he immediately thought of Bosha's feelings for "him", and frowned.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-09-1814:37:57~2020-09-1923:15:19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!