little angel chasing his wife

Even if there are two guys sneaking around and peeping through a pane of glass, the date has to go on as usual.

I slowly put the quilt back on the table, and when I moved the quilt to a third of the table, the two furry heads were reflected again.

I withdrew my hands and crossed them, knocked my elbows on the table, rested my head on my fingers, and looked across at Charles, who was invigorating the dating atmosphere.

"You should really try the foie gras here," said Charles, holding a fork in his hand with a small piece of white and tender shrimp swirling in the lemon sauce. , into his mouth, "My mother always ordered this, and she said that's the whole point of her coming to this restaurant!" He said and laughed twice, his brown eyes filled with Endearing smile, "Sounds unbelievable, but I think you need some, too."

"It's nice to try something new every once in a while." I try not to take my eyes off the bridge of his nose so he feels like I'm staring at him.

"I think I should have another glass of champagne," he said impromptuly, taking the glass from the passing waiter's plate, the amber liquid swirled, and he held it forward, "With all due respect, your eyes are really beautiful , under the lights it's like fine champagne."

"Oh," I reached out and twirled my glass of red wine, those two furry heads were whispering something together, I raised my head and smiled at him, "I'm glad it's so special in your eyes. "

Seeing that the atmosphere is getting better and better, Charles gradually ignores the exquisite food and focuses on chatting with me.

"Miss Eve fits everything well, but I still like the way you look in skirts. Uniforms are too masculine for women."

"Oh, it looks like you're on the masculinist side."

"Haha, maybe so."

"What about the delicious fruit tart that you want me to taste?" I am quite concerned about this, the dishes are all served but there is no shadow of the fruit tart, "I want to taste it."

"I hope this blueberry fruit tart is to your liking." As soon as Charles finished speaking, a waiter came to the table.

He stood still by the table, and a cup of exquisite blueberry fruit tart was brought to me. The knuckles of the fingers covering the round cup were well-proportioned, but covered with many slender wounds, and a hideous scar ran across the back of his hand. My eyelids twitched at the sight of this hand, and I looked up.

Dominic gave me a gentle smile. "Have a nice meal, ma'am."

...what the hell? !

The blueberry fruit tart in front of me is undoubtedly very good in appearance, but I suddenly feel a little afraid to eat it.

These two guys don't add anything to it, do they?

I can't believe there's nothing bad in Dominic's gentle smile, I've seen that guy a lot, he once made a special coffee for Derek because he always drank his coffee without his permission , I didn't see that bearded face again that whole day, but fortunately he was able to go home in the end.

I don't want to be heroic on my first date with the opposite sex.

"What's the matter?" Charles joked with a smile, "Aren't you reluctant to eat the delicious fruit tar after finally seeing it?"

...Forget it, my life is still important.

"I think I may have eaten too much dinner before," I tried to make a regretful expression, "I can't eat it now, I think you don't mind if I let it stay like this?"

"Of course, I think the chef should serve dessert first next time." He raised his eyebrows to indicate that it's okay.

my fruit tart...

You can only see how painful it is to not be able to eat, especially if you have to pretend that nothing happened, I have to say that it is enough.

Those two bastards...

Charles and I talked all the way as the number of customers in the restaurant decreased, and the surrounding atmosphere began to quiet down.

"It seems that it's getting late," Charles got up, and took the coat handed over from the side. "I think I need to take you home."

"I don't think so." I shook my head at him and took the bouquet from one side. "Ymir said that he would pick me up later."

"How about I wait with you for a while? It's already so late."

"Thank you, but I can do it alone."

As long as a person with normal emotional intelligence can detect the rejection in the words, Charles shrugged, and then he saluted me playfully, and walked outside to the dark road.

"minister."

Holding the rose in my hand, I took a deep breath, felt myself calm down a bit, then turned to look at the two guys behind me.

Dominic changed back to the pure black uniform of the Law Enforcement Department. The serious uniform did not conceal his overly literary temperament, but I still remember the way he blandly swears. Next to him is Alan. He raised his head a little higher and looked more serious than him, but sometimes doing things was purely a headache.

One is too dark, the other is not dark enough...

"Come on, what did you put in there?" I faced Dominic.

"Nothing at all."

"Huh?" I was dumbfounded, "Then are you kidding?"

"Because I'm pretending to be a waiter, you know that group of creatures in black vests always have such disgusting smiles."

"...you can go home." I don't want to look at him anymore...

One troublemaker left, and the other stayed where he was watching me.

"Alan, I seldom say such things to others, but..." I looked at his innocent expression, and I burst into a roar, and I smashed the bouquet of roses in his arms , "You look as annoying as this damn flower now."

I turned around and left, but the footsteps followed me persistently.

"You fell in love with that person?"

"Is this the conclusion you came to after following me all night?" I sneered, "That's really clever, Detective Allen."

"No... I just..." he struggled to speak behind me, "I just wanted to tell you something!"

He suddenly stopped in front of me, the holding made a fragile snapping sound in his hand, he looked at me, and said loudly: "Those things before are my fault... I just don't understand some things, I'm scared because I don't understand, so I can't help but hurt...I just want to tell you..."

It seemed that only a few seconds had passed for his eyes to change from bewildered to determined, but his words were always trembling with excessive excitement.

"I don't know what love is, and I don't know how to tell you, but my feelings for you are not simply liking...so..."

"So what exactly do you want?" I looked at him, not moved, not condemned, because I couldn't understand him anymore.

"Alan Yeager, I don't hate everything you did to me, because I know that you neglected me and doubted me just because you didn't love me, so I comforted myself at that time, as long as you accepted me, everything Everything will be different, the only thing I can't accept is your betrayal, that is, you show your bond with another woman in front of my eyes, and make all my sacrifices worthless."

Should I cry?I asked myself this way, but it seems that there are no tears anymore. I don’t know when, I seem to be used to not crying when I am sad, and I have abandoned the ability to cry.

I just felt my heart throbbing to the point of numbness, the blood stopped in my extremities, and it started to become a little bit cold, so cold that my throat began to feel suffocated like being tied tightly by a rope, and it was so cold that my tongue became stiff.

"But now, you tell me you love me? You still say you love me? How could you do such a cruel thing? With such a nonchalant gesture, when I was about to abandon everything related to you, I intervened again My life? Is that all you want to see me suffer?"

"No..." His eyes were blank for a second, and he said anxiously, "I'm not..."

"Alan Yeager, I have given up on you," I said word by word as I looked into his emerald eyes, I saw him look a little depressed for a moment, the bouquet of roses fell between us, like It was all the pain he brought me, which was so vivid, I walked around him and slowly walked behind him, "I will not wait for you there anymore, it will always belong to your home, isn't it mine."

"It's time for you to learn to let go." Night Breeze lifted my long hair, and my vision was covered for a moment. I reached out and tucked them behind my ears. "We are all adults, not children, and we should know that something is lost. It's impossible to get it back. In this way, everyone can live better."

"...I don't want to do this," another gust of wind blew, and one hand tightly grasped my wrist, "Why do you have to give up this road? It's your choice, not mine. Since you won't wait for me anymore , then I'll catch up, if you still don't accept me, I'll keep pestering you until..."

"... There are other people by your side."

A dead silence.

I broke free from his hand and walked forward facing the night wind.

"up to you."

He followed up, his footsteps were firm and powerful, and he kept pace with my steps, blending into the boundless night.

"Welcome home, Miss." The old butler appeared from behind the opened door, and he looked behind me in surprise, "This is... the first time I see Miss bringing guests back."

"Don't worry about him." I walked inside without looking back, but the old butler behind me started talking to Allen.

"Would you like a cup of hot cocoa? The night wind is not a gentle little fellow."

"No, I think I have to hurry home as soon as possible."

"Please send the miss home specially."

"That's my job."

The door finally closed.

The old butler brought me hot cocoa with a solemn and kind expression on his face.

"Is it someone the lady cares about?"

"No." I hugged the pillow to get the cup of hot cocoa, and watched the steam rise up, and I felt much better.

"When you were young, you didn't have the skill to lie," the old butler teased me without hesitation, standing beside me with a plate, with a look of ease, "If you really didn't care, you wouldn't show your emotions like this. "

"It's just a little bit on my mind."

"Don't push yourself too hard," the old butler stretched out his hand to help me tuck my hair behind my ears. It was rare for him to make such a loving move, "You are only 19 years old. At this age, ordinary noble ladies only want to find a suitable one. people."

"Did your father say that to you back then? Let you tell me that?"

"Oh, he only told me one thing," the old housekeeper laughed until his beard curled up. "He said, 'Eve loves sweets the most, be careful not to let her teeth get decayed!'"

I burst out laughing, seeing the old butler's rare sense of humor, "No wonder you always don't add sugar to my coffee!"

"Eve,"

I turned my head, and Ymir was at the end of the corridor, wearing a nightgown, looking at me.

"come over."