"You...... Can you listen to me a few more words? Even a few words would be fine......"

Hearing this, Fran stopped and turned her head to look at the other person again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

To be honest, she was a little impatient, because there were still so many wounded people waiting to be taken care of, and she didn't want to waste too much time in front of this person. Still, in the usual politeness, she made herself appear very gentle.

"What else do you have to do?"

"Excuse me...... What is my current physical condition? How long does it take to recover? With a sense of trepidation, Jérôme Bonaparte asked, "Can I return to the battlefield as soon as possible?" ”

"I'm afraid not, your injuries are very serious, I'm afraid you'll have to recover for months, and in fact we're a little surprised that you woke up so quickly." Fran replied in a low voice, "Besides, why are you in such a hurry to get back to the battlefield?" Now that you've finally escaped death, you should rest for a while, shouldn't you? ”

"But...... But I haven't done much in the war yet, and I can't just leave the battlefield! Jérôme said anxiously, "How can I survive this war in a hospital bed after the first engagement?" This is not something that Bonaparte should have done. ”

Seeing him like this, Fran shook her head secretly, she sometimes really had trouble understanding the thoughts of these young people.

Do you want to go back and risk your life?

"I ...... I was disappointed in myself, I thought I would be able to ...... I can do more. Perhaps sensing Fran's puzzled gaze, Jérôme couldn't help but smile wryly, "You know, I'm in an awkward position, I need to do something unusual to prove myself, I have to fight like a member of the Bonaparte family." Only in this way can the family identify with me. ”

"This kind of thing can't come reluctantly, no matter how hard you try, His Majesty the Emperor may not be able to fully recognize you." Although she didn't care much about politics, since she was in the social world, it was impossible for Fran to be ignorant of the situation of the royal family, so of course she knew the dilemma faced by the young officer, "Besides, you're seriously injured, isn't that hard enough?" No one can ask you to do more. ”

"Thank you for comforting me." Jérôme still smiled wryly, "There is one more important thing, in order to prove myself to someone, I want to be a hero, how can I just lie in front of her?" Would she look at me differently because I had only done such a small thing? No, not enough, not at all...... I hated myself. ”

Fran frowned.

"I've told you before, I don't need you to be a hero here, and I won't look at you differently because of your special performance on the battlefield, you are my friend, no more and no less."

This implicit answer made the young Jérôme Bonaparte even more confused, "no more, no less", and it was really an obscure answer for a person like him who had been straight since childhood, especially since he was in such a bad state that he had no energy to think deeper.

In the end, he decided to simply ask.

"So, will you forgive me for my failure?" He looked at Fran with apology and longing. "If you can continue to give me hope, then, thank God, I will get back on my feet as quickly as I can."

"Hope...... Fran's brow furrowed even deeper, she certainly understood what the other party meant by hope.

The other party is not a scheming person, and he has nothing to hide his admiration...... And so she got even more tired of it.

For ordinary women, the admiration of a member of the royal family will make them happy and even proud, but for her, they will only feel bored with trouble.

She doesn't want to learn from the famous ladies in the social arena who obviously have no affection for people but still deliberately use ambiguous flirting methods, and regard the love of young people as a toy to pass the time, or an ornament to show off her charm and status. For her, what she needs to pursue is so clear that there is no need to look at anything else.

Because of this, she wants to spread it out, so that the other party will not continue to pester herself with strange expectations.

"Sir, you are now badly wounded, and I do not wish to waste your spirit, so I will tell you plainly, if you mean further emotional connection between the two of us, I must tell you that this hope did not exist in the first place." Fran told him in a gentler manner, "I've had a good impression of you since I met you, but I just think of you as a good friend, and I really want you to be good friends with our family in the future...... I regret that I told you that and caused you to misunderstand unnecessarily. ”

Such a blunt refusal made the young man stunned.

The wound ached again, and even his brain turned pale, leaving only the words echoing in his ears.

"That is, no matter what I do, you won't favor me, will you?" After a moment of silence, he muttered to himself, "Why aren't you even willing to give me a glimmer of hope?" Am I so unworthy of your attention? I know...... I know I'm not good enough, and I can't be a hero, but ...... But will not my zeal, my vows, impress you at all? No, I don't believe it, you...... You're not such a cold person...... I ......"

As he said this, he suddenly coughed violently, apparently physically and mentally tormenting him extremely uncomfortable.

"It has nothing to do with whether you become a hero or not, I am not rejecting you because of your status or wealth, please don't misunderstand this." Fran walked back to his side, then reached out and pressed his chest to help him calm down, while continuing, "Even if you become a remarkable war hero, a great man, or even an emperor of a country, I will not change. Because...... Because...... I already have a heart. ”

"What?" Jérôme's eyes widened and he looked at each other in disbelief.

"You...... You've ......."

"Yes, I've fallen in love, and it's been a long, long, long time, longer than you think, so who do you have to accuse me of being cold? I almost burned myself to death! Perhaps because she had found an opportunity to talk, Fran suddenly raised her head, and her tone became rapid and agitated, and her face turned slightly red.

She unconsciously brought an indescribable arrogance, "I have a friend, no, I can't say a friend, I hate her, but she has a sentence that I agree with - she said that people like us can only love once, if that time fails or is fooled, then there will be no way to love others in the future, she is very stupid in many words, but this sentence is very smart...... Yes, I loved it once, and only once, and since then I have stopped watching others, how much does it matter to me whether you are a hero or not? I sincerely wish you the best of your life, but I'm sorry that between us...... Nothing will exist! ”

Such a categorical assertion made Jérôme more and more uncomfortable, and his heart was trampled on and ached.

At this moment, he saw the frenzy in the other party, even more fanatical than himself, the kind of frenzy like fire made her seem both fierce and a little crazy, not like the quiet and gentle woman he had always known.

His heart was filled with unspeakable anger and loss, but more than that, pain.

There were mixed feelings in my heart, and tears almost condensed in my eyes.

What kind of person can be so attached to her?

She is so attached to her, what can she get in exchange?

"Sorry, maybe I'm being a bit heavy, but you should understand the basics." Seeing him look so sad, Fran couldn't bear it anymore, "I'm telling you this to make things clear, not to hurt you, because I've seen too many people who play with other people's feelings in the social arena, and I'm afraid that I will become this kind of demon." So, you know what I mean by now, right? Don't be afraid, you are still a friend of our family, and I will take care of you as much as I did before. ”

Finally regained a little bit of energy.

"Well, I understand everything when you say that, what else can I not understand? I know that you have no obligation to me in the first place, it is I who have given myself hope, and I am very grateful that you were able to make it clear to me directly and did not deceive me. He smiled bitterly again, leaving only endless sadness, "However, you are wrong about one thing, your enthusiasm cannot be extinguished, can I"

"What do you mean......?" Fran asked in a low voice with a calm face. "I've made it so clear, do you still want to embarrass me?"

Jérôme was not a very attentive man, so he could not hear that the tone was already somewhat sinister.

"No, rest assured, I won't pester you until you change your mind...... I won't bother you anymore. Jérôme shook his head slightly, as hard as he could, "But, even if I can't be by your side, at least I can guard you and help you as a knight out of your sight." I wish you happiness, and if you do, I am even happier than I am myself, but I am afraid that you will be deceived, I cannot tolerate anyone hurting you, and if anyone does that, I will use everything I have to make him pay, I swear ......! ”

If you were an ordinary person, you would be moved and happy to hear this, but Fran is not like that at all.

The matter between her and her brother is a secret secret buried deep underground for fear of not being secret enough, how can she tolerate someone to find out about her roots? What's more, she didn't think she needed any guardian knights at all...... Man depends only on himself.

"Enough...... What do you think of yourself? Knight-errant? Knight? Uninvited saints? She interrupted Jérôme Bonaparte, "I have my own affairs, and I have done them myself, and I do not want others to interfere in my own private affairs!" ”

"You can't scare me away from what you say, miss, I also have my insistence." Jérôme smiled, as if he had found a new purpose for himself, "If you are happy, I will not hinder you in any way, if you are unfortunate enough to be deceived...... I will punish the wicked in God's place, even if I put everything I have! ”

Fran paused.

His words did not move her, but made her angry, and although she was calm on the surface, the anger in her heart had reached the level of boiling.

Because he is tantamount to showing that he will continue to look at himself, and may even be detrimental to his own brother.

As Jérôme could see, her hands trembled slightly.

Of course, Jérôme couldn't imagine what kind of thoughts were turning in this petite and lovely head at this time.

Fran narrowed her eyes and looked at his chest, abdomen, and neck, which were still bandaged.

Although he is a strong young man, in the current situation, as long as he uses a little effort, he will die forever.

Moreover, in this hospital, the dead person is not worth noting at all, even if his identity is a little special, but people will not feel any doubts and surprises.

Moreover, no one would doubt themselves, and no one who had seen them take such pains to care for the wounded could not have believed that Miss Tréville would kill them.

Yes, it only takes one touch with your hand, and a few minutes of time......

Fran's hand behind her back lifted slightly.

Although this hand is slender and delicate, it doesn't seem to have much strength, but it is enough to take the other person's life in such a situation.

But, just as she was about to reach out, her hand stopped.

Still annoyed, Fran eventually stopped.

In any case, the other party does not have any ill will towards him.

What's more, he has fallen into such a situation now, and she can't do it.

"With the utmost sincerity, I ask you not to interfere in my life anymore, it will not do you or me any good, my happiness is enough for me to fight for, and there is no need for an enthusiastic bystander! And if you dare to do anything against him, I swear ......" At last, Fran spoke again, her voice a little low, so cold to Jérôme's ears that he was almost momentarily stunned, and her gaze was even more palpitating, "I will cut you into pieces piece by piece, and I am no joke on this matter, sir. ”

After saying that, she didn't want to say anything more, and left the room without looking back, ignoring the other party's call.

Everyone says that when you are used to dying on the battlefield, you will become hardened and have no mercy, but my heart has softened, which is strange. She couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.

And just as she walked out of the room and into the hospital lobby, a doctor brought her a message.

"A British volunteer team is coming, too?" As she listened, she asked, "Miss Nightingale?" ”