[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Edwin was a little surprised when he heard that Jacques was visiting, but he still quickly dried his hair and changed into a suit suitable for meeting guests.

"That reporter," the man lying on the bed pretended to ask casually, "has a good relationship with you?"

"This has nothing to do with you." She picked up his clothes and threw them over, "You should go too."

"next time……"

"There will be no next time." Edwina interrupted him mercilessly.

"Throw it away when you're done using it? Mrs. Zabini, you—"

"You talk too much." She glanced at him, and the man shut up angrily, and followed her down the stairs and left under her silent watchful eye.

Jacques was waiting in the living room, and the man turned his head to look at him when he passed him, which was somewhat provocative.Jacques and him looked at each other for a few seconds, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.Edwin La didn't take it seriously, and didn't give any explanation for it.After dismissing the man, she sat down on the sofa, poured a cup of tea for herself and Jacques, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes." Jacques sighed and walked over to sit down opposite her. "This is the sample booklet I got from the publishing house. They hope you can have a look at it."

Edwin's eyelashes fluttered, and she belatedly remembered what Sylvia had mentioned to her several weeks ago—something went wrong with the continuation of Haydn's posthumous work—but she After returning to the UK, half of the time was busy with Blaise's affairs, and half of the time was enjoying life. In addition, there was a mess made by Lopez in the middle, and she actually forgot about it completely.Edwin pulled his head down annoyed, feeling somewhat annoyed at himself.

Now the sample booklet in her hand is obviously finished and proofread.The cover design is simple and clear, and the inner pages are also in the same uncomplicated style, so there is nothing to be picky about.The preface was written by a Quidditch insider she knew well. There were three authors, and Haydn's name came first as previously agreed.

"It looks great." Edwin la praised sincerely, "but why is it in your place?"

"Ms. Greengrass told me about the obstacles encountered in the publishing process. I happened to be familiar with the senior management of Obscyrus Publishing House, so I took this matter down." Jacques specifically emphasized, "It didn't take much effort. We're all acquaintances in the publishing world, and it's just a matter of trying to save face."

It's easy to say, the favors that go around in the middle can't be settled by "selling face", and Ethan probably caused a lot of trouble in the middle.Edwin touched the exquisite cowhide cover, and couldn't help asking: "Is there any trouble?"

Jacques understood: "Mr. Zabini was furious because of Mrs. Lopez's matter, and he has no time to take care of this."

That's it.

"You have helped me a lot during this time. Chatillon, Lopez, and this book." Edwin put the sample book aside temporarily, "I don't know how to thank you for a while, but Don't worry, I owe you three favors first—"

"You don't have to be so polite." Jacques waved his hand, "I didn't do this to make you owe me anything, it's just a little effort."

She took a deep look at him: "Mr. Pennington, what I can't stand the most is 'easy work'."

Jacques was stunned, and his eyes flickered immediately.

"Sylvia came to see me a few days ago." Edwina smiled apologetically at Jacques, "I understand what you mean, but I'm afraid I can't bear it."

"Mrs. Zabini," his expression darkened completely, "Actually, I knew you would refuse."

"You deserve a better wife. It's not polite."

"I know." Jacques nodded and said calmly, "I will marry a suitable wife and become a compatible couple with her to form a harmonious family. Maybe we will have occasional quarrels, but in the end there will always be Getting back together — that's how it is for a lot of people, isn't it?"

Edwin did not speak.

"In that case, maybe people who don't know will praise us as a couple, but in fact, only I will know that I have chosen to settle down on the most important life event. It is neither to her nor to me. Take charge." Jacques shook his head, "Mrs. Zabini, I only want to marry the person I love."

She seemed to have heard similar words somewhere.Edwina was slightly distracted, her eyes fell on the thin snow outside the window, and then suddenly remembered that cold summer many years ago.Uriah advised her to seriously consider Matthew's proposal, but how did she respond?

——"We will be a couple who share the same views and care about each other. Maybe in rare occasions, I will feel lonely because of this long and ordinary life. But I will always remember that when I was young, there was a heartbeat moment. Unlike those who pretended to be happy all their lives, I once waited for someone who loved me."

Yes, she was still too young at that time, thinking that all the concessions and condescensions could be exchanged for a brighter future.

But what about her marriage to Matthew?Behind the short-lived warmth is endless crisis and regret.

"Love isn't everything, Joaquin."

"Without it, it will be more or less incomplete." Jacques seemed to see through her heart, "Mrs. Zabini, I am not a naive little boy. I am a reporter. The darkness and conspiracy I have seen are no better than others few."

"I did not mean that--"

"Then why would you rather associate with those unreliable prodigal sons than consider me?"

Edwin was silent.Maybe... because she could not be responsible to them, but she couldn't not be responsible to her family?She was slightly lost in thought.After all, she hangs out with them just to pursue a relationship where money is paid for goods.

"Madame Zabini?" Jacques couldn't help calling softly after waiting for a long time for her answer.

"If I reject you, will you regret confessing to me?"

"No," he said, "at least I tried."

"But maybe you will regret it if you marry me." Edwin turned her head, she was curious what his answer would be.

"Maybe," he admitted readily. "I don't know what the future holds, but at least at this moment, I am sincere in making this request."

It is better to regret now than to regret later.Before Edwina could say this, Jacques continued:

"I dare not make any promises, but I know you better than they do, Madame Zabini."

Her expression finally fluctuated: "Really?"

"Yes." He emphasized, "I'm not talking about those gossips, but about you."

"No." She instinctively felt stabbed, "You don't know me."

Jacques retorted silently with his eyes.Edwin La felt inexplicably flustered, and blurted out a sentence:

"There is only one person in this world who has walked into my heart."

When the words fell to the ground, they both fell into silence.

"Mrs. Zabini, you listen to sweet talk a lot. I don't want to waste my time bragging about myself." After a long time, Jacques said slowly, "But you have seen my heart."

"Sorry," she said wearily, "I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay, I don't want an answer right now." Jacques didn't stalk him, he picked up his cloak, and asked very calmly, "If you accept, let me know within a week, is that okay?" Before she could ask him, he smiled wryly and shook his head, "If you refuse, you don't need to notify me. The newspaper intends to send me to the United States. I won't come back for a few years. This will be good for you and me .In any case... Mrs. Zabini, I respect your choice."