[Pride and Prejudice] My husband loves me again

Every time Mr. Darcy went to London for business, he would bring back a pair of prom shoes for his wife that were finally customized for the season.

Before the next season's dance party at Pemberley Manor begins, people from all over the world will discuss the style of this year's invitations, the dishes of the dinner, and the style of the hostess' new shoes. A pearl the size of a little finger.

However, no matter how lively the neighbors are discussing, the custom-made dancing shoes do not appear in the catalog of the merchant, and the ladies can only take a sneak peek at the dance.And when Mr. Darcy holds Mrs. Darcy's hand and spins on the dance floor, the complete appearance of the dancing shoes will be revealed under the flying skirt. Usually at this time, the attention of the onlookers is not on the shoes. Everyone will envy the affectionate style and excellent dancing between the host and his wife.

Mr. Darcy's arrogance presents another new form of expression: you envy Elizabeth's shoes, and I express my pride, but unfortunately you can't buy them.

Even if the hostess is not very popular, invitations to Pemberley Manor are still the most sought-after in Derbyshire.

Even though she was in Netherfield at the moment, Elizabeth still felt the happiness of being cared for by others.The only difference is that this sense of happiness once attracted the attention of all the people, but now she is separated from the attention of all the people, but it does not affect Mr. Darcy's heart at all, and the sweetness in Elizabeth's heart is almost overflowing.

She never thought that this similar beauty would be given to her by the person in front of her, or by Mr. Darcy in this period.

It turned out that at this time he already liked herself so much.

At this time, she didn't like him very much, and he didn't know how to express his love, and even kept questioning his own feelings of falling in love, which inevitably affected his attitude towards Elizabeth, and aroused the lady's disgust even more.What's more, Elizabeth just had a good impression of Wickham. It's hard to imagine what kind of suffering Darcy was going through at this time? !

Just when Elizabeth was recalling the past, Darcy had already loosened both shoes a little, and then handed them to the girl in front of her: "If the shoes really don't fit, even if we were staying on the dance floor, you must tell me in time , Miss Elizabeth."

"I will definitely share my feelings with you, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth tried to stand up, a woman lost her dancing shoes like a knight lost her mount, and now Elizabeth has regained her confidence: "I don't know if you have heard A story comes from a recently published Danish fairy tale, and today’s encounter reminds me of this story.”

"Fairy tales?" Darcy couldn't remember how long he hadn't heard fairy tales, but Miss Elizabeth's topics would never disappoint, even if it was childish fairy tales, he was willing to listen to her, so he sat with his head held high. On the other chair, forgetting the dust I was eager to escape from before: "All ears."

"A fairy tale tells that the youngest daughter of the sea king, the mermaid princess, fell in love with the human prince on the ground and asked the witch to change her fish tail into human legs. The price was that every step she took seemed to be on the tip of a knife." Elizabeth felt that she With much luck, she could dance with Darcy, in a pair of shoes that fit reasonably well without pain.

Darcy thought for a while: "I guess this story doesn't end well."

He was afraid that he would offend Elizabeth. After all, expressing one's own views directly would always risk the other party's disapproval, but he was unwilling to go along with other people's views out of the blue, or he didn't want Elizabeth to be a yes-man who followed suit, miss. We always love those romantic fantasies, he is willing to puncture ruthlessly.

Unexpectedly, Elizabeth asked curiously, "How did you guess that?"

Darcy was taken aback, this turned out to be a tragic fairy tale, how could a fairy tale be tragic? !He immediately forgot his position just now, and made up his mind to persuade Miss Elizabeth to give up the book of fairy tales written by this unreliable Dane. How could this be a fairy tale, and his children would never read these fairy tale books in the future.

The eldest lady of Pemberley Manor doesn't need to pursue any irrelevant princes at all, her father will naturally find handsome, smart, down-to-earth young people for her.

Wait, what child...is a daughter...

Realizing that his imagination had already been stretched thousands of miles away, Darcy quickly pulled back his thoughts, but he couldn't help but speculate that if Miss Elizabeth became his wife, then their daughter must be the most intelligent and lovely daughter in Derbyshire girls.

As smart as him, as cute as Elizabeth, and with big eyes that flicker so that your heart trembles.

Darcy cleared his throat unnaturally: "I think a good love story should not be mixed with painful elements such as the tip of a knife."

"Intelligent insight." Elizabeth said in surprise.

She was also angry and sad because of Darcy, but recalled the whole story without pain.And thank Darcy for proposing again, so that they did not miss each other.He was right, Elizabeth didn't feel any pain during this tortuous relationship, even if she was angry and sad, it seemed like the unique sweetness and sourness of love.

On the contrary, Darcy was a little embarrassed by Elizabeth's praise. He pointed to the silver plate on the bench: "Eat something, the dance in the second half will be exhausting."

He was talking about his fifth dance, not about the sixth, seventh, or eighth.

Elizabeth lifted the lid, and Darcy looked over expectantly, hoping that she would appreciate the careful preparation of the dishes by the Netherfield cooks, which would be an indirect compliment to his master.

But when he saw the things in the silver bowl, Darcy's face became embarrassed unconsciously. It turned out that he walked all the way, dealt with the shoes, and talked to Elizabeth with great interest, and all the panna cotta melted. You can also see the appearance of a cute little angel.

He knew that Georgiana was particularly fond of such sweet-looking cakes, and that they were sure enough to amuse the young lady, and Mr. Darcy was already prepared to ask for praise.He didn't mind having the cook tell him how to cook, if Elizabeth liked it, and he noticed that the Bennet sisters were dexterous in domestic affairs, despite their mediocre breeding.

Looking at the piece of panna cotta that was so melted that it couldn't see its original appearance, Mr. Darcy was extremely disappointed.

"I can still see that there is a bow and arrow here." Elizabeth pointed to the white milk product floating on the orange pudding, and could vaguely see the finely carved appearance: "Could it be a little angel?"

Darcy was surprised that Elizabeth still had such sharp eyesight: "It's a little angel, it's a pity that it has melted."

Elizabeth smiled and asked: "The little angel still has a bow and arrow, could it be Cupid?"

"Yes, it's the God of Cupid who shoots arrows everywhere," Darcy replied subconsciously, and then he realized something was wrong: "I didn't look carefully, maybe it's not a bow and arrow, it's just a little angel."

An unmarried gentleman gave an unmarried lady something in the shape of a Cupid, that's really hard to tell.

Elizabeth realized that Darcy understood, but he flinched suddenly.

At this time, Darcy was hesitating.

What she has to do is to let him go forward bravely.

She nodded: "Yes, a little angel, there is no special meaning."

Darcy breathed a sigh of relief, and in a blink of an eye he was lost again.

He would rather Elizabeth seize this loophole, hint something or encourage something, like those ladies who are good at dealing with men, so that he may have the courage to confess to her, even if it makes him stop thinking, because Elizabeth and others women are no different.

But she was calmer than anyone else.

Darcy guessed that Elizabeth had figured something out, but she didn't reveal it, and waited for him to make up his own mind.

He fell behind.

He wanted to see her lose her composure because of his presence, would she even propose marriage for this?

Just to prove that in her mind, she has the value to shake her.

Mr. Darcy armed himself with habitual pride.

Love is like a dance step, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

We will find out later.

He stood up calmly and said goodbye to Elizabeth politely: "Miss Elizabeth, see you on the dance floor."

"Yes, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth accepted someone's arrogance, and she had her own way to deal with it: "We will see you on the dance floor soon."

Darcy bowed, turned around gracefully, and left without hesitation.

Seeing him close the door, Elizabeth immediately burst into laughter. She removed the truffles from the skewers and put them in her mouth, and drank the melted panna cotta in one gulp.She had eaten a lot of delicacies, and even accompanied Darcy and Aunt Catherine to dine at the Prince Regent's court in London, but there was never a dessert that made her feel sweet from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, she only felt the warm current of honey flowing in her chest.

Mrs. Bennet waved her fan impatiently: "The dinner party is over, where is Elizabeth?!" She looked at Lydia, who was eager to try, and said, "Look at your unbelievable sister, it is rare for such an arrogant Mr. Darcy stooped down to ask her to dance, but she hid somewhere, and Mr. Darcy seemed to dislike my daughter, for I, as a mother, have nothing to do with her."

She giggled.

Lydia curled her lips: "Maybe she is with Wickham!"

"That's a good thing. I originally expected you to marry an officer. I would be happy if Elizabeth could do it. As for the dance she promised Mr. Darcy just now, he can earn ten thousand pounds a year after all!" She looked at Darcy. Xi came over and took the initiative to talk to her: "Oh, this noble gentleman, I don't know where my second daughter went to play. You know that Netherfield Garden is very big, but my youngest daughter is also very beautiful."

Mrs. Bennet signaled Lydia to take the backup, and Lydia blushed excitedly and looked at Darcy shyly.

Darcy was about to refuse impatiently, when suddenly Elizabeth's clear voice sounded: "Mom, I'm back!"