[HP] If youth has an ageless face

The music is whirling and the lights are flickering.The dance was at its climax, but the guests near the door suddenly broke out into a small commotion, buzzing and whispering like a tide, and then, the door was suddenly opened again——

"Oh, it's her..."

The expressions of the women who were whispering together froze for an instant, and the unfinished words froze on the tip of their tongues.They were the ones who had choreographed Edwin La in front of Blaise, whose recent absence was a topic they talked about, but no one expected that Edwin La's sudden presence in this game would be possible for her. No prom.

"Hey, it's Mrs. Zabini." Not only the idle and flustered ladies, several gentlemen were also talking about the new arrivals, "I heard that she has been ill for a while, and even Pennington has applied to the newspaper office. take a vacation."

"Really? They have a good relationship as husband and wife."

"Nonsense! Would you have the heart to neglect such a beauty? If it were you, you would probably stay by her side day and night without thinking about food and drink, right?"

"Screw you!"

Ethan didn't notice their conversation, and he looked at Edwina in surprise—more than three months had passed since their last meeting, but she was still slender and light, not like a pregnant woman at all. look.

But her complexion was not good, still with a trace of paleness just recovered from a serious illness.Thinking of her lingering sickness for more than a month, Ethan suddenly understood the secret.

This couple has always been a topic that people like to talk about, especially since they have disappeared for nearly a month, but they appeared together without warning tonight, which immediately attracted the attention of all the guests.People were eager to wait for the opportunity to strike up a conversation, but Jacques uncharacteristically ignored anyone.He led Edwina straight to the booth beside him, and signaled the waiter to bring her a glass of non-alcoholic drink.

"who is it?"

Edwina's eyes seemed to sweep across the field unintentionally, but she had locked on to those women: "They."

"The one at the head is Mrs. Crabbe." Jacques recognized her, "Do you know them?"

"I don't even know her name," Edwinra denied. "Do you think they were inspired by Lopez?"

"Why should they make irresponsible remarks after Lopez's death?" Jacques sighed.He didn't want to come to tonight's banquet. After all, people always like to hear that the wind is the rain, and this kind of malicious gossip can't be found even if it is traced.But Edwinla insisted on finding out who was plotting against her behind her back, and he didn't want to disobey her, so he came with him.

"Is it him?"

"No." Jacques blurted out, and added to Edwin's puzzled eyes, "He can't be so...wretched."

She agreed: "That's right."

Of course he won't.Jacques knew Ethan's methods better than Edwin La. Even if he was crazy, he would not be reduced to the point of instigating a few gossip women to gossip and make them unhappy.

Maybe he sensed they were talking about him.Without warning, Ethan turned around and walked towards them, and stretched out his hand to Edwina under the eyes of everyone: "Let's dance together?"

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and the guests around them were a little stunned, and they all looked at Jacques aside in unison.He smiled: "It's okay, you can dance."

Edwin nodded and followed Ethan to the dance floor.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Ethan asked calmly, but his cold eyes looked over her head and met Jacques who was watching them from a distance not far away.

"No," she said, "but you did a clean job with Lopez."

"He told you, right? I've always hated these reporters." He looked back and sneered, "I killed people, so what?"

"What are you planning?" she asked back.

"What capacity are you asking me?" He sighed softly, "Sister-in-law?" He suddenly changed the topic, "Are you in good health?"

Her gaze suddenly became sharp: "You don't need to care about this!"

"Well, how can a child be miscarried for no reason?" Ethan said unhurriedly, while observing her expression, "Besides, Pennington is a very considerate husband, right? He must take good care of you when--"

"That's enough." Edwina interrupted him, "If you want to use these words to anger me, then you are thinking wrong."

"I didn't mean to piss you off. I just wanted you to know: The rumors that are troubling you have nothing to do with Lopez."

"What do you say I should believe?" She raised her eyebrows, "Siren is dead, and you still say good things about her? What a deep love!"

"They made you up out of jealousy. You were a female enemy at Hogwarts, and you were an enemy out of Hogwarts," Ethan said. When you are in the seventh grade, even though you have graduated for many years, you are still the person they most envy and envy, and your name is still heard on campus."

Edwina recalled in a trance the countless eyes fixed on her back when she walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. She always knew that there were as many people who were jealous of her as people who admired her.But jealousy--does jealousy drive them mad enough to say something to a boy?

"You underestimate the madness of women, and Mrs. Crabbe was never a noble person."

"You're very smart." Edwin glanced at Ethan, "But you guessed too many things."

The two walked around in silence, and the guests who were also dancing beside them cast a few interesting looks.

"Stop here, Ethan. You are Darren's younger brother, but that doesn't mean my patience with you is unlimited." Edwin pulled an ultimatum, "I warned you to stay away from my life, If you refuse, don't blame me for being rude."

"You can't play with me, dear sister-in-law." He whispered in her ear, his voice had the strength of a knife, digging into her heart one by one, "I murdered my wife, and you are not so good Where to go—what is the real cause of Chatillon's death, I don't think I need to remind you?"

Edwin pulls without a trace of fear: "I am for myself, but what about you?"

"Yourself?" he seemed to think this was ridiculous. "Edwinra, you are indeed a selfish person. You will always be Mrs. Zabini, and Brace, your only son, will bear you." Bringing gossip!"

"Shut up." Edwin yelled in a low voice.

He really knows too much.

"You don't have to piss me off with those words," she said in a low voice, with good restraint. "I'm not a nice person, but I've never been sorry to Darren. People call me Mrs. Zabini, and you and I both Know what it means."

His movements froze for a moment, and his face was slightly pale.

"You have your own ideas, and I have my bottom line." Edwin La said, "It is impossible for me to have more intersections with you, just because you are Darren's younger brother is enough."

"Edwina!"

At the end of the song, she struggled to break away from Ethan.

"I won't give up just now." He caught up and grabbed her arm and said in a low voice, "Don't force me..."