[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Rumors about her began to circulate in the Castle of Boulogne——Advenla overheard two maids whispering, saying that this mistress was not as easy to deal with as the previous ones, and she drove away the two French nannies, replaced by their own people.Irene was so clever that she kept Chatillon's people far away from Blaise's reach, and even had conflicts with the staid housekeeper a few times.

"The Château de Boulogne will not forgive that Englishwoman," concluded the two maids. "Those ghosts will take her to hell."

"But those two nannies... I heard that the master gave them to the male servants who were working outside." One of them said, "On the rainy night a few days ago, they kept calling, and those who were close I was so scared that I didn’t say anything all night.”

"That's true. I heard they were dragged out and buried early in the morning."

"My God...will we ever—"

"Shh!"

Edwin didn't listen anymore, she quietly went back to her bedroom, once again feeling horrified: Those two French nannies have been tortured to death?But she hadn't told Chatillon that she wanted them to do that, that she hated them, but only wanted to drive them away from Blaise!

She silently made a sign of the cross on her chest.

"Honey."

She was startled—Chatillon had appeared on the sofa at some point, and he should have been there before her return.

"where did you go?"

"Just go for a walk." Edwin pulls forward and adjusts the position of the pillow needlessly. "Ten Days Talk" is still under the pillow. She instinctively doesn't want him to know that she has finished reading the book. "Did you come to see me for something?"

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do, my wife?"

Edwin pulled a forced smile. They didn't look like a real couple, but strangers with their own ghosts.

"Tomorrow night will still be a masquerade ball as usual."

"Masquerade again?"

Chatillon cast a glance: "Don't you like the dance?"

"I don't like it." Edwin looked straight into his eyes, "At least not like this."

"why?"

"I feel very uncomfortable."

"You're too nervous, my dear." Chatillon met her gaze calmly, as if comforting, "Relax and enjoy, you will enjoy it."

"I don't think so." Edwinra turned to demand, "I want to go back to England to live for a while."

She thought he would not agree, but Chatillon agreed: "Yes—but Blaise must stay."

"My son has to be with me."

"If he leaves with you, I'm worried that you won't come back, after all, your heart is not here." Chatillon gave an impeccable answer, "There is nothing wrong with you wanting to live in England, but the Castle of Boulogne cannot live without it." hostess."

"It's impossible for me to live here forever." She sneered, "And, I should be the most titled hostess in the world, right?"

"You will always live here, forever." Chatillon replied firmly, without giving Edwin La a chance to think about these words, he stepped forward and pressed a kiss on her forehead, "Tomorrow night you will Receive a priceless gift, and then maybe you'll start to like this place."

is it?

She suddenly recalled the strange man's words - Chatillon believed that she would fall into the abyss and become a "hedonist".And his first five wives all died strangely... Did they all fall in love with Boulogne Castle in the end?Can't even stop?

"Stop!" She grabbed the little maid's arm and dragged her to a corner, "Why are you hiding from me?"

The little maid was trembling with fright, and looked at her with wide eyes.

"You see, my French has improved very quickly. This is the result of my special study to talk to you." Edwin pulls her into a nearby lounge half-forced, "I ask you, this paragraph Why didn't you work on the second floor?"

"The butler's wife transferred me to add wood to the fireplace." The little maid's face turned pale, but she was still quietly looking at Edwina curiously, "You usually haven't woken up when I'm working."

"Did she transfer you because you talked to me that day?" Seeing that she hesitated to answer, Edwin pulled his face down, "I asked you something—didn't I?"

"Yes." The little maid nodded hurriedly.

"What's your name?"

"Anna."

"Anna," Edwina called her softly, "you told me a lot that day, what were you talking about?"

Anna shook her head again and again, her body trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid. Tell me, I won't say anything." Edwin pulled her to sit down beside her, and after Anna sat down nervously, she reached out and pushed her braids back, "You've been here Working?"

"Ah."

"Then you are a wizard?"

Anna nodded, and then added in a low voice: "...Mommy."

Edwin understood. Looking at the little girl in front of her who was no older than 15 years old, she vaguely guessed why the maids in Boulogne Castle were generally young: "You didn't go to school at Beauxbatons, did you?"

Anna's eyes widened in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Guess." She smiled slyly. "Chatillon promised to provide you with a basic education? But why would your parents send you here instead of going to school?"

"My family can't afford the tuition fees." Anna murmured and replied, "The castle of Boulogne pays us a lot of wages, so...but here..."

She always seems to be hesitant to talk.Edwina sighed: "I am not happy here at all, and it seems that you are the same."

"Aren't you happy?"

"How can I feel happy."

"I..." Anna glanced at Edwina quickly, as if mustering up the courage of her life, "Madam, you'd better get out of here quickly."

"why?"

Anna shook her head violently, almost crying.

"Chatillon's previous wives were murdered, didn't they? Do you know the details? Is this what you tried to tell me last time but I didn't understand?"

"I can't tell you, ma'am! Please don't ask any more questions!" Anna stood up abruptly, and saluted Edwina tremblingly——

"Wait!" Edwin pulls her back, "You are kind enough to tell me these ambiguous information, probably because you don't want me to die likewise? But if you don't make it clear, how do I know how to take precautions?"

"You..." Anna gave her a painful look, "Bluebeard can only kill people on his own territory."

After saying this, she pushed Edwina away desperately and rushed out of the door.

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