The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 456 Ch.455 Rose’s Home

The Shelleys have been a little noisy lately.

Although there are no truly spectacular and beautiful manor houses in the city of London, good things are obviously happening to them at the moment. There has been a lot of construction recently, and many servants are looking miserable all day long.

It was in this environment that Rose returned to her 'home'.

Amidst the rumble and thump.

She became the 'eldest lady' again, letting the servant lead the way, following step by step with legs and feet that were not as fast as the cripple, and was introduced by the housekeeper in a gentle voice.

"...Master is just building a frame for you temporarily. Miss, I will build it according to your preferences later."

Tom, the butler, is a typical gentleman. He speaks in a clear and logical manner, and is gentle but always has a feeling that people can't help but nod and accept.

He stayed with James Shelley for several years and never made a mistake.

"Perhaps I could live in the same house as Mr. Shelley?"

Old Tom smiled happily when he heard this, but he still advised her: "As you become more and more beautiful, I'm afraid you need a room of your own - I think the word 'room' is too cramped, so I might as well give you a whole house." '.

Rose has gradually become accustomed to James Shelley...or the Shelley family's way of doing things.

A true noble would never do this.

They will display their wealth in other places, where people are not so easily aware of it - not in such a 'vulgar' way.

In other words.

Letting an unmarried girl live alone in a small building without the guidance of her parents is obviously not in line with the style of the old-school nobles:

They believe that constant supervision of girls' words and deeds requires not only the joint efforts of mothers and fathers, but also more teachers and servants of all types.

To prevent the young girl from doing something shameless that would bring shame to the family and name.

James Shelley clearly didn’t think so.

The old housekeeper observed Rose's expression and smiled with wrinkles: "You don't have to worry, miss. We are not aristocrats, and we will never consider joining that group with special blood color - the Shelley family and all kinds of people. Make friends without actually setting foot on the battlefield.”

"Generals, soldiers, horses, the victors wear crowns, the losers are crushed in the mud - the men who forged horseshoes and swords passed down from generation to generation."

He nodded to Rose, hinting at her.

"The reason why I found some teachers to teach you is not because I am worried that you will damage Shelley's face." Old Tom chuckled: "What kind of face does Shelley have?"

"I think he is just afraid that you will be in a disadvantageous position in the social circle in the future and be said badly by those who are willing to use their mouths and not their brains. I am afraid that you will be sad and lost because of this."

Rose said nothing.

Go around the decorative woods.

An open space where stones were being piled suddenly appeared in front of her.

There were noisy workers, horse-drawn carriages, carriages pulling stones, and men holding small wooden boards around and writing and drawing on paper.

"This is just the most basic. Measurement, no matter what style you choose later and how you build according to your heart, you must first determine the general scope - Oh, by the way, I heard that you are partnering with the little guy from the Taylor family, and you also We are ready to free up some land and open a store of your own.”

Rose still said nothing.

But her previous decision was already shaky.

Does she really want to continue like this?

How could she have such a good life?

He shouldn't be so kind to himself.

She doesn't deserve it herself.

The housekeeper stared at Rose, seeing her expression changing as she couldn't hide her thoughts, and sighed silently in his heart.

There are some things that only he, who has followed James Shelley for decades, can see clearly: Perhaps, what the master is pursuing is just a failure after all...

But he couldn't say anything until the bubble burst.

"Come on, miss, the master is waiting for you in the study."

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James Shelley changed his pipe.

Every old pipe smoker and gentleman who is passionate about this art should have many different pipes - wooden ones, stone ones, and ones carved with landscapes or animals or figures.

His hair was well taken care of today. He seemed to have just come back from outside. He had taken off his tie and left the collar buttons unbuttoned.

He held a relatively large bean-yellow pipe with a carved human face in his hand:

There was a wisp of tobacco burning inside, and there was a smell of sour plums in the room.

After Rose came in, she checked her nose first.

She quite liked the smell.

But she doesn't smoke.

‘When you put on your cigarette, put on your nightgown, lean on the stairs or window, look out, and wait for someone, you really step into life...’ Her aunts once said to her.

Therefore, when she became a 'Vansitat', she vowed never to smoke, nor to look at or wait for anyone.

Although now only half of the vow remains.

"You have to pay attention to the harm caused by the smoke." Rose saluted the housekeeper who left, closed the door, and greeted in a low voice: "You have style, but it hurts your health."

Old Shelley seemed to enjoy Rose's concern for him.

The two thin lips pull out the upturned crescent moon visibly to the naked eye.

"Sit down, kid, sit down and say." He knocked on the bowl, turned it upside down, and poured the unburned tobacco and white ash into the glass jar. "A pipe is not smoked into the stomach, just like a cigar...I I think you know more about cigars, don’t you?”

He teased, but his body still obeyed his 'daughter''s words.

Put down the pipe.

Spread your hands.

"Look," the weird old man raised his eyebrows: "Now, I am healthy again."

It made Rose want to laugh.

"It seems that this trip makes you happy a lot." Old Shelley looked at Rose's lively face, "You are like me when I was young, always wanting to do something big, otherwise you will be bitten by the boring life."

Rose lowered her head slightly.

"No, dear, don't let etiquette control you," Old Shelley rubbed his hands, bent down, opened the drawer, took out a wooden box and pushed it to Rose, "I want you to learn those just to let you deal with those annoying people-but I didn't say that you can behave like a lady when you are with me."

"The Shelley family has never been associated with ladies and gentlemen."

He gestured to Rose to open the box.

"I prepared a gift for you, Rose."

"Gift?"

"I don't know your birthday, and I don't know if you are willing to celebrate this day every year-I took the initiative to prepare a gift for you..."

He straightened the wooden box and urged her like a child.

"Open it and take a look, girl. Open it and take a look."

Rose felt even worse.

She almost wanted to tell him right now, tell him that she was not his daughter.

He was deceived.

"I..."

"Open it quickly, child, what are you waiting for?" Old Shelley pushed the wooden box into her arms without saying anything.

So.

The copper buckle turned up.

A necklace was embedded in the black velvet.

The lace around the neck and the diamonds inlaid in it would make women more charming, and a clear diamond-shaped emerald gem was embellished at the end.

Just like Rose's eyes.

Very beautiful.

"Do you like it?"

Old Shelley originally wanted to give her a more complicated and luxurious necklace, which was as complex as a spider web and hung down to the chest, and was made of carefully selected gemstones throughout - but Tom said that it was the first time to give a gift, and considering Rose's background, it might be too expensive to scare the girl.

So, Old Shelley had to pinch his nose and choose a gift of "not high" value - which he did not think was high.

But Rose didn't look at him much, but stared at James Shelley's expectant face.

"...Maybe I'm not your daughter, sir."

She said.