[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Mr. Darcy gradually discovered one thing-Joe didn't seem to be as pure and kind as he thought.

Although he didn't have any evidence, he had an intuition that Joe's nature was not much different from George's.

Mr. Darcy himself was taken aback when he first came to this conclusion.

Had he been driven mad by George to think that Joe and George were the same?

Once this idea arises, he can't suppress it. He will think about Joe when he walks, sits, eats, and before going to bed, and the scenes of interacting with Joe will continue to emerge in his mind.

The corners of her mouth that were raised secretly, the lips that she deliberately used words to make his heart suffocate, her innocent and pure eyes... it seems that it is not his illusion, Joe is indeed a little wicked.

One day, after seeing and quarreling with Mr. Elijah Bennett, Mr. Darcy couldn't help mentioning this matter.

"Mr. Bennett, what do you think of the Bishop of Wickham?"

A complicated look suddenly appeared on Elijah's face.

Mr. Darcy couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied, "Is this a difficult question to answer?"

Elijah: "For me it is true, she is my benefactor, I put her first in everything, and there is no denying that I have a great affection for her."

After a while, Elijah said softly: "...Even if her real character is different from my first impression."

Mr. Darcy was taken aback, "Mr. Bennett, what are you talking about? Bishop Wickham is so perfect, you still have to find fault with her?"

The corner of Elijah's mouth twitched, "Did you really not notice it?"

Mr. Darcy said seriously: "Mr. Bennett, I will never allow you to slander Bishop Wickham in front of me. If you don't take back your words, please accept my duel."

Elijah was speechless.

He rubbed his forehead and said: "Okay, okay, I take it back, great Mr. Darcy, I always thought you were a fair and wise gentleman, although you are arrogant and annoying..."

"Mr. Bennett, since you and I have the same impression of each other, there is no need for us to say more."

It's really not speculative.

Elijah got up to leave, but stopped again.

He looked at Mr. Darcy: "I frankly expressed my feelings, and did not mean to offend Bishop Wickham and Mr. Darcy."

Mr. Darcy was grave and said nothing.

Elijah smiled, and said with interest: "I'm curious, what does Bishop Wickham look like in Mr. Darcy's mind?"

Mr. Darcy said slowly: "No matter what she looks like, she is the best look, and no matter what she looks like, she is the look I admire most."

Elijah was startled by Mr. Darcy's speech.

After a while, he shook his head with a smile, "I thought you didn't know anything, but you are still addicted to it after you know it."

Elijah said in a daze: "Yes, who can wake up from this dream? Even if they know the truth, they still can't control their jumping hearts."

Both he and Mr. Darcy were shot by the golden arrow of love and addicted to it.

Elijah was about to leave, but Mr. Darcy stopped him.

"Mr. Bennett should stop talking about the Bishop of Wickham in front of others in the future. This is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Elijah: "..."

If Elijah knew the words of posterity, he must have thought that Mr. Darcy was fishing for law enforcement.

Obviously, he meant to ask that question because he saw Joe's true character, but Mr. Darcy was not happy to tell the truth.

This is--

Even if I know that she is not that good, no one is allowed to say that she is not good at all.

Elijah could not help becoming irritable, as if he had lost out to Mr. Darcy.

Elijah said, "Mr. Darcy, since Bishop Wickham can make you aware of it, it means that she doesn't want to keep it a secret."

Mr. Darcy said coldly: "This has nothing to do with you, sir."

Elijah couldn't help frowning.

Here comes the arrogant Mr. Darcy again.

Elijah: "In any case, I don't want you to hurt Bishop Wickham."

Mr. Darcy stared at him and raised his chin slightly, "I think I will be more careful than you in protecting Bishop Wickham. After all, I have been doing this for more than twenty years."

Elijah retreated steadily, so he had to drink defeat and leave.

Mr. Darcy watched Elijah leave, and after he left completely, he threw himself into the sofa as if he had come down from the battlefield.

He leaned on the back of the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and said in a low voice: "I just wanted to ask Mr. Bennett if he felt the same as me, why he started defending Joe unconsciously, and confronted Elijah Woke up?"

He thought about it for a long time, and he could only attribute the reason to the fact that Joe was too cute and Mr. Bennet was too odious.

After thinking about it like this, even he couldn't help laughing.

He touched his heart, and said to himself: "My heart is already so biased that it can't be biased anymore. Is this really good?"

In no time, he was throwing up his hands in surrender to his heart.

"It's biased, and people's hearts are inherently biased."

He had given up resisting and was captured without a fight.

While Mr. Darcy was savoring his mood at the moment, a pair of hands suddenly came out from the sofa and covered his eyes.

Familiar temperature, familiar touch, and familiar aroma.

"Guess who am I?"

Mr. Darcy could not help raising the corners of his mouth.

He tried his best to keep a straight face and said, "How old are you, why are you still playing this game?"

Joe wanted to pull his hand back, but he pressed it firmly.

"Since you've played me, why don't you keep playing? Hmm? Kind and kind Miss Wickham?"

Joe chuckled, "What's wrong with you?"

Without opening his eyes, Mr. Darcy said, "Joe, which one is the real you?"

Joe: "What if the real me doesn't please you?"

Mr. Darcy: "That's like now."

Joe froze for a moment.

Darcy pressed her hand and covered his eyes, "Cover my eyes, let me fall in love with you like a blind man."

"Joe..."

Joe laughed: "Don't you mind? My character may be like George's."

That's just terrible!

He could not help trembling at the thought of this Darcy, but even so he did not let go.

Mr. Darcy said seriously: "Even so, you are ten thousand times cuter than George."

"Joe, love is a habit, I'm used to it, and I can't separate it for a moment."

"I think back then, you were not so honest. Under the rose trellis, behind the curtain, under the quilt, were you trying to tease me on purpose?"

He pulled her hand down, her smoky eyes reflected her figure.

"You like to piss me off as much as George. See if I'm angry, don't you?"

Joe pursed his lips and smiled.

Mr. Darcy looked at her with a mixture of love and hatred.

"Joe, why are you so hateful."

"But why do I love such a hateful you like this?"

He lowered his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed her lightly.

Her fingertips carried the fragrance of roses, and he kissed her like a rose.

He murmured: "...you don't know how much I love you."

Joe said nothing.

His rich emotional energy sweetly drowned her.

Mr. Darcy, you don't know how well I know how much you love me.