By the time Charles came out of Mademoiselle de léoland's room, it was late at night. There were not many people in this mansion, and when the old marquis was on his way to Italy, it was even more quiet and frightening, except for the quiet moonlight shining through the windows into the corridors, making everything clear and transparent.

Although Charles was a little tired by this time, he did not choose to go back to his bedroom to sleep peacefully, but leaned against the hallway, staring blankly at the intricate patterns on the living room carpet.

He was thinking about what had just happened, and he was also thinking about the past, and all kinds of thoughts were tangled in his mind, making people speechless for a while.

After talking to Mademoiselle Marquise, he became more and more anxious about his sister's well-being, for he had not spoken to her for a long time because he had been busy with business lately.

Not only that, but what Mademoiselle Marquis said just now, "I am afraid that this sentence of yours is the source of her troubles." This sentence has been circling in his ears, but he can't guess what she means by this meaningful sentence after thinking about it for a long time, but he vaguely feels a little uneasy.

Mary's suggestion of "go find her yourself" was undoubtedly the most practical at the moment, but Charles was hesitant to do so, for he was still unsure if he would be given the cold reception he had received from his sister again, which he had been suffering from for months.

Hey, forget it, who called me her only brother?

Charles pondered for a moment, and finally. The concern for my sister still overcomes the embarrassment. He decided not to go to sleep for now, and took advantage of this rare opportunity to have a good chat with her.

Once decided, Charles walked down the hallway again. Then he came to the door of Fran's bedroom.

Then, he raised his hand and knocked softly on the door.

No response.

He knocked again, but there was still no response.

Are you already asleep? Charles sighed inwardly, then turned to leave.

It was, and suddenly there was a soft hissing sound behind him.

Charles quickly turned his head again, and then froze.

The door has indeed been opened. Fran, dressed in a pink cashmere pajamas, was standing in the doorway, quietly watching him.

Maybe it's a relationship that has just been ready for bed. Her hair had fallen loose, swaying slightly behind her back like a golden waterfall, and her white skin looked even brighter in the moonlight, as if glowing with fluorescent. The blue eyes are also like a bay of lake water. Clear.

Due to the loose nightgown, Fran's collarbone was also fully exposed, and the line of sight slid down the collarbone, and you could see that under the cover of the nightgown, the buds on her chest had also risen slightly.

After all, she has grown up, and this girl is getting more and more smart! Looking at such a beautiful girl, Charles couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, he didn't even say anything for a moment. And Fran just watched him quietly, and for a moment both fell into silence.

After a moment of silence. Fran finally asked.

"Sir, is there something you have come to me for so late?"

This question was very calm, even a little cold, and coupled with the beautiful and expressionless face, it was enough to completely wake up Charles from the inexplicable charm just now.

He did wake up.

"Mademoiselle de Treville," he smiled, trying to make himself appear as friendly as possible, "do you have time now, I would like to have a good conversation with you......"

"No, I want to sleep, sir." Fran's answer was crisp, unexpectedly fast. "If you have something to do, can you stay for tomorrow?"

With that, she didn't wait for Charles to agree, and planned to close the door.

This cold attitude made Charles's good mood that he had accumulated with great difficulty suddenly swept away, and even faintly rose a wave of anger. Whether it was from the heart or deliberate, such a blunt rejection of his brother made Charles feel very dissatisfied, and even exceeded the boundary of "the rebellious period that a girl should have" in Charles's eyes.

Anyway, I have also taken care of you and cared about you for so many years, how can you behave so unkindly? Charles couldn't help but reprimand in his heart.

Driven by this anger, he reached out to block the door that was being pushed forward, and spoke with a stern attitude rarely seen towards Fran.

"I think it's important, and I want us to talk about it now, okay?"

Although it is a question sentence, his tone is completely the kind of parental unquestionable.

The force exerted on the door forced Fran to give up her intention of closing the door, and she had to reopen the door.

"Well, since you think it's so important, come in, sir." She said this coldly, then turned and walked back to the room.

As soon as Fran returned to her room, she was half-lying on her bed, and Charles took a chair from her dresser and made it to the bedside.

The two of them suddenly fell silent again, each with a lot of thoughts.

After pondering for a long time, Charles finally sighed softly.

"You don't have to be afraid, I'm not mad at you."

"I'm not afraid!" As if she had been electrocuted, the calm on her face disappeared instantly, and she glared at Charles angrily, "If you want to be angry, be angry!" ”

"Listen, girl." Charles ignored Fran's reluctant resistance, "I'm telling the truth, I won't be mad at you because you're my sister, and I wouldn't mind if you lose your temper with me. However, that doesn't mean you shouldn't listen to this person's heartfelt advice...... First of all, I want to tell you that you have grown up and no longer have the privilege of ignoring the feelings of others, especially your elders. If you haven't understood this before, you can understand it now. You can lose your temper as long as you like, and you can be angry as long as you like. However, you have to listen to the person in front of you to say this, because this person has loved and cared for you since childhood. He is entitled to this honor. ”

Perhaps it was Charles's serious tone that scored points, but Fran didn't say anything more, just raised her head slightly, and looked at her brother blankly.

"Don't worry, listen to me, I won't lose you." Perhaps he felt too harsh, so Charles soothed the mood with a half-joking remark. "Even the president and prime minister are rushing to listen to me......

After a pause, Charles reopened. "I'm coming to you today, really for your own good. I know you're unhappy right now, so I want you to be happy again, and believe me, I want you to be happy more than anyone else...... Ultimately. What's wrong with you? ”

Charles with his characteristic calmness. Continued to start his own analysis.

"First of all, let's take a look, unlike the vast majority of people in the world, you don't have a financial burden now. You have a few thousand francs a month for pocket money, which is not a lot, but it is not a decimal, at least more than I did back then, and if you don't have enough. I can give more, unless you want to build a royal palace all at once. Otherwise, your brother will find a way to raise enough money to satisfy your wishes......"

"Do you think it's just money between us?" Fran was a little angry, "Then I'd rather you don't give me anything?" ”

"Of course, we can't just talk about money," Charles hurriedly reassured, "but, first of all, you have to admit that you have nothing to lose, at least in terms of money, don't you?" ”

Fran bowed her head.

"Okay, let's talk about something else." Charles secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue, "I know that the most unhappy thing for you is my decision to marry Charlotte, but this decision, I have said many times, will not be changed......"

Charles hardened his mind not to see how terrible Fran's face had become at this moment.

"So at the end of the day, what exactly do you have to do to forgive your brother for this decision? In other words, what exactly do you want? Are you afraid that I won't love you anymore? No, I will always take care of you, and it will not make a difference because you are married. Do you want protection for the future? I said I would never let you be bullied by Charlotte, let alone swept you away, I would make you live like a princess, and I did what I said. So...... What more could you really want? Tell me, I'll be able to do it, and I'll make you happy. ”

Fran was still bowed and silent.

"Is there anything you can't tell me? That would break my heart. Charles feigned a little depressed.

However, there was still no response.

Gradually, I don't know how long Lu Dao was silent, even Charles felt that something was wrong, and he just wanted to ask again......

"Do you really want to know the Dao?" Fran suddenly raised her head, the softness on her face had been swept away, and it was replaced by a terrible perseverance, "Can you really give it?" ”

"Of course," replied Charles with great certainty, "you are my sister who has grown up anyway, so how could I not do my best to fulfill your wishes?" We are not a temporary family. You don't ......"

[The Temporary Family is a burlesque written by the French playwright Brazier (1783-1838) at the time. It was staged at the Miscellaneous Theatre on July 5, 1831, and was repeated many times thereafter. 】

"I want you."

A sudden remark interrupted Charles's tirade.

"Huh?"

"I want you." Even the tone and intonation did not change, and it was repeated.

Charles looked at Fran in disbelief. "What?"

"I want you! You! Fran shouted even louder.

Charles froze, and he looked at Fran as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "What do you mean?"

"That's right, I just want you, not your money, not your other things, but you!" As if out of nowhere, Fran stared at Charles tightly, tears of excitement in her eyes, "That's right, you've given me too many things since I was a child, too much, too much, too much, so, so, so ...... So I can't live without you anymore! I...... I don't want to see you pull an unrelated person in and put her in the middle of us, absolutely not! Is there anyone in the world who knows you better than I do, and who wants to help you? There is no one else, my brother! We're supposed to be together forever, you promised me when I was a kid! ”

Did I promise anything? Charles's mind was in turmoil.

His heart was pounding, but his brain was roaring, and it was as if his whole mind had been cut off.

"I didn't want to tell you, but...... But you came to me like this and asked, 'How can I still hide?' Fran continued, crying, "Didn't you say you could give me anything?" I don't want anything but you! Can you say yes? ”

What's going on!

He stood up, his body staggering, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, and he no longer had the calmness he used to have. At this point, his mind couldn't move at all, and even his thinking seemed to have been interrupted.

"Charles...... Charles ...... "There was a call from afar, but it seemed to be close at hand.

But he didn't hear it.

Suddenly, he struck a spirit, trembling all over, and then he turned around and ran out of his sister's room at a speed he couldn't imagine. The speed was so fast, as if it was being chased by some fierce beast from behind. Then he slammed the door shut and fled as fast as he could back to his room.

He fled.

"That's exactly what happened." The room he fled from was filled with a wry sigh (to be continued......