[Zhongyingmei] Good men are to be robbed!

"Mr. Colonel, she has a bad fever, but just take good care of her and retire tonight." An old male voice carried the natural compassion of a doctor.

"Okay, excuse me doctor."

Dizzy, Casablanca seemed to see a tall figure, but her eyes were blurry and her head was very dizzy, and her strength was only enough to open it a crack.

"Are you awake?" The mellow male voice approached very close, full of surprise and inexplicably reassuring.

"Thank you." Brandon frowned, staring worriedly at the girl lying on the bed with flushed cheeks, murmured feebly in a kitten-like voice, very pitiful.

"It's safe here. You're sick. Rest well." Brandon has a lot of experience. From the first time he saw the girl, he guessed who she was probably hiding. She was in a bad situation, so he didn't care if she could hear her. , whispered softly in her ear.

After all, Casablanca was young and in good health. She slept through the night and woke up early the next morning.The long eyelashes fluttered a few times and opened, and the glass-colored cat pupils were as clear as washing. She looked at the strange environment around her with a little curiosity and confusion.

"Are you awake?" The door was pushed open, and Brandon, who came in with breakfast, met those round cat eyes, his heart trembled as if he had been hit for an instant, and he stood at the door in a daze.

"Thank you for saving me, kind sir." Casablanca showed a sweet and slightly weak smile, and spoke first, her voice was very hoarse due to the high fever overnight.

"Are you feeling better? This is breakfast, drink some hot milk first." Brandon came back to his senses and slightly raised the plate on his hand to cover up his momentary absence.

Standing up and leaning against the back of the bed, after taking a big sip of milk, Casablanca was about to say something to Brandon, but found this gentleman staring at her blankly.

"What's the matter, sir?" Casablanca looked puzzled, but she didn't think of the worst. In her eyes, this gentleman was tall, with the fortitude of a soldier in every move, and although his face was not very Handsome, but with clear eyes and restrained restraint like asceticism, it can be seen that he is very decent.In short, she is full of goodwill and trust in Mr. Baima who saved her.

Brandon's eyes were attracted by the milky white corner of Casabraca's mouth, which looked like a greedy kitten.His heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw, and it was extremely itchy.Suddenly being caught staring at others, he was in extreme embarrassment. "Um, the corners of your mouth..." Brandon passed a veil over solemnly, and pointed at his corresponding position with his fingers. If you don't pay attention to his reddish ears, you won't be able to detect his true emotions.

It's... so embarrassing!Casablanca quickly took the veil and wiped the corners of her mouth, feeling extremely shy. If she hadn't considered etiquette, she would have dug a hole to bury herself immediately.

Serious Brandon looked at Casablanca, who was buried in breakfast in order to hide his embarrassment, with a smile on his face.The appearance of gnawing on the buns is so cute!I really want to take it home and raise it!

Seeing her puffing her cheeks and swallowing the last bite of bread, Brandon finished watching and said, "I am Colonel Brandon, Christopher Brandon, and this is Whitwell. For some reason, without my If you personally recommend it, other people will not be able to enter here, so you can rest assured."

What a caring man!Casablanca silently put another label on Brandon in her heart, and she was very grateful: "Thank you very much, Colonel Brandon. I am Casablanca White, the third lady of the Earl of White's family. I am afraid you have already heard of the White family. Things are already raging." Speaking of this, Casablanca's tone was self-deprecating and sad, "I hope I won't bring you any trouble."

Brandon had just returned from London. Even if he didn't deliberately inquire about the White family's affairs, the gossip flying all over the streets and alleys was enough for him to hear.Thinking of the scene when he picked her up for the first time, Brandon felt even more sympathetic, and he comforted him with a bit of pity: "You can stay here with peace of mind, since the matter of my sister made such a big fuss, even if the Pittman family No matter how you quibble, the law will give a fair ruling. I will ask someone to inquire about your other two sisters, and I will pick them up when the time comes, so you don’t have to worry about it and recuperate.” The only reason is that he was afraid that he would not speak out as soon as possible. Casablanca has been worrying about it and cannot recover from his illness.

If it was said that she was only grateful for his life-saving before, then now, Casablanca couldn't help crying with her red eyes, she was so grateful that she couldn't be more grateful.

Brandon was at a loss when she cried so suddenly. He couldn't think of any other way except to pat her on the back to comfort her.

After crying for a while, perhaps to vent the pressure accumulated during these days, Casablanca was much more relaxed. She wiped her face with the back of her hand a few times, a little embarrassed: "It's really rude, thank you very much for your generosity, Mr. Colonel , but no, my sister is engaged and is taking my sister to live with her fiancé. This time I was sending me to her friend in Devonshire, and unfortunately I met someone sent there."

"Your sister is so careless that she let a young lady of yours go out alone." Ordinarily, he doesn't talk much about other people's family affairs, but thinking about the scene when he first met her, Brandon disagreed very much. , "Devonshire, I have a friend who lives there, in Baden Manor. When you recover, I will take you to him. He is very hospitable. Maybe he will know your sister's friend."

Brandon assigned an elderly maid to take care of Casablanca. In his opinion, the lady was too young and fragile to be taken care of by an older and experienced person.

Originally, after dealing with the matter of his adopted daughter Eliza, he was going to rush back to Devonshire.Unexpectedly, by mistake, it was agreed before but failed to bring everyone from Devon to play because of an accident, but now he came to Whitwell because he picked up a cute little girl like a cat.

After three days of recuperating in bed, Casablanca tactfully proposed to Brandon that she wanted to go out for a walk.Lying on the bed again, she would be suffocated to death!

According to Brandon's original intention, he wanted her to rest for a few more days, but seeing her blinking her eyes and looking pitiful, he couldn't bear it.

"It's so beautiful here!" Breathing the fresh air of nature again, Casablanca's voice jumped with joy. She held Brandon's arm and closed her eyes enjoying it.

"There is a lake area in front of you. The scenery is very pleasant. When you are ready, you can invite a few friends to go there to play. The fish there are very plump, and you can enjoy the scenery on a cruise ship." Although Brandon's voice is not as good as those of those young The young man is full of vitality and enthusiasm, but the mellowness in the plain and simple makes people more at ease.

"Really? Let's go and have a look now!" The glazed cat pupils were full of joy and eagerness.

"It's windy by the lake, let's wait for you to get better!" Brandon said with a smile. At this moment, in his eyes, Casablanca is like a little kitten who sees delicious fish but can't eat it in a hurry.In particular, when the plate of fish was ruthlessly taken away, the kitten looked sluggish, and the little tail that was flicking and flicking seemed to hang down behind it.Brandon resisted the urge to smooth the kitten's fur, and quietly suggested, "Maybe we can take a look at it from a distance."

His originally dull eyes instantly burst into brilliance. Brandon led the way silently, but he thought in his heart that when he came back from the Indian battlefield, he seemed to bring back a box of opals.

From a distance, Casablanca is completely captivated by the beauty of the Whitwell Lake District.

"Okay, Miss Fascinated, it's time for us to go back. I'll take you to go boating on the lake in a few days." The wind was a bit strong today, and Brandon looked at Casablanca with some concern. The girl's face was pale and weak a few days ago The appearance of him is still vivid in his mind, which makes him feel lingering fear.

"Mr. Colonel, are you in a hurry?" Casablanca, who had fully recovered, was wearing an egg-yellow high-waisted skirt, showing her slender and fair arms. The hem of the skirt was embroidered with white twine flowers, and she looked youthful and energetic.She should have come to look for him, she stood at the door, looking a little embarrassed, "You don't have to stay here with me all the time."

Brandon put down the letter in his hand, which he had just received, and his tone softened: "A letter from a friend in Devon County, he invited us to go there together. But there is no rush, after we finish visiting the beautiful lake of Whitwell, Let's go again."

After getting along with Brandon in the past few days, Casablanca quickly became familiar with Brandon, and now she is not as embarrassed as she was when she was guessed. It's going to be nice weather."

What a quickie!Brandon nodded in agreement, and he walked around the desk to Casablanca: "Mrs. I've been married, and I've heard that girls in London are terribly fashion-conscious.Their family circumstances are all placed on them.

"No, Mr. Colonel," Casablanca was flattered and ashamed, "You kindly saved me and gave me a place to stay. How can I accept your gift again?"

"It's just some clothes," Brandon said dryly. He obviously didn't expect to be rejected. "You don't have to take it to heart."

Thinking that all his clothes were left in the hotel, and it was impossible for him not to change, Casablanca had no choice but to thank Brandon again and again.

In the evening, Brandon received a small package from Casablancato's maid.It was all the belongings contained in the small handbag she carried with her when she was picked up.Holding a small cloth bag containing a few pounds, two or three rings, and a gemstone necklace, Brandon couldn't laugh or cry.He just wants to have a peace of mind and raise a kitten as he likes, why is it so difficult?