Isabel got out of bed, moved a few times, looked in the mirror, looked left and right at her face, and tried to keep her head high and smile.

She lowered her shoulders and relaxed, still in good times!

Her heart and love for Allen can only be delusional.

Thinking about it, she had done nothing to him—not even the slightest useful thing, she couldn't do anything to help.

Isabel wiped her lips with lip balm, but it was still not satisfactory, the cold winter wind had dried up and cracked the beauty of the moon flowers in the garden, and worn away bloody cracks.

She put it away, regained her confidence, and walked down with the cane that the maidservant had given her, Mr. Tobrus.

The attic above his head was the legacy of Uncle Allen, Bruce, and the Chesterton family.

"Sir, you ......," said a maid to him.

He stood next to him, looking so mature, steady and handsome, extremely eye-catching, quietly making people easily open their originally closed hearts.

And people are deeply infatuated with his maturity and elegance, but it just can't make Isabel stick to it.

That kind of stay is extremely short-lived, like a butterfly fluttering on the withered yellow leaves, absorbing the few nutrients left.

On the contrary, Isabel fell in love with Alan at first sight, and her heart for him was as if it were stationed at the bottom of the sea, which would never die, and her fascination and yearning for him and her passion would not disappear.

Isabel herself is so stubborn and stubborn, and Bruce is attracted to such qualities.

Each of them is absurd and funny, and you don't need any worthy reason to fall in love with someone.

At night, the stars are dotted like spots on lilies.

Everyone gathered for dinner, and even Lord Chesterton, who was Alan's father, joined in as a member of the "general public", who usually went on business trips and had no such leisure time.

In the evening, about nine o'clock, he hurried from the provinces—the attendant took only one servant with him, and drove the carriage alone, which was a remarkable courage.

He had a kind face, lovely and amiable, and at the same time had a wild and unrestrained quality, which was shown in his eyes carved out like a mold like Alan.

In short, Lord Chesterton was baptized and taught in some way.

When he got out of the car, he approached the servant who had come to greet his master, and there was almost an air of tranquility and solemnity around him, but there was no lack of cordiality in his surroundings.

He treats people as carefully and thoughtfully as offering to the Bodhi Buddha, keeping a low profile in small things and publicizing moderate in big things.

In the business world, Chesterton can still rely on the reputation of his wife Angelena to stand firm.

Now that he is in old age, he is still in high spirits.

Bruce. Mr. Chesterton, the younger brother of Lord Chesterton, also had an unshakable position in the family.

Bruce takes a casual approach to the affairs of the family business, big and small, barely half of Chesterton's owner, and although he has a brilliant and coherent mind, he is reluctant to expose it.

But he was quite interested in what was divided into separate estates.

Isabel carefully clubbed her crutches to the seat at the very end.

Lord Chesterton had an aura, and that aura was suppressed by the kind personality charm.

When everyone saw Chesterton's true owner, their faces lit up and they were rejuvenated—like dead wood.

The candlelight poured brightly and brightly around the tabletop setting, like a galaxy, and each star-like candelabra was intertwined at a certain distance from each other.

People were so happy that the servants had gathered, and for the first time in their lives, they were finally able to sit down with their master and raise their glasses to drink.

Enjoy the same wine and food in the world.

Isabel began to look at her words again, but not as shallow as she had been.

Isabel is inexplicably attracted to her master, Chesterton, who rarely focuses on a maid she has just met.

Isabel's every look and movement was careless, but these every move became the most charming picture, the light on her, like the color formed by the splash of ink on the oil painting, blurred, shadowy, gradually became clearer, under the candlelight, those invisible butterflies were about to flutter out of the frame.

Others were completely overlooked.

Isabel was carried back by Allen, and Chesterton and his wife Angela couldn't believe it, and watched in amazement—Miss Julia was there in a state of embarrassment, and Mrs. Gray had a blue face.

And Master Gray couldn't wait to get back to the manor in Bruce's carriage at noon.

Isabel muttered, "Isabel shouldn't have been placed like an object in an old place—even real gold would be covered in dust, but how could glittering gold not be touched?" ”

She originally belonged to someone else, and she shouldn't belong to the place inside Alan.

Isabel stretched out her slender arm and stroked her drunken cheek, it was strange, so cold......

However, it was Ellen's cheek that she touched.

Her palms were cold on a person's face.

She gradually fell asleep, never slept so fast, it turned out that alcohol can not only use alcohol to relieve sorrow, but also hypnotize.

Alan saw Isabel close her eyes, and those eyes even gave off a charming smile to herself.

Before, it was so strange, he had never seen it.

Isabel realized that she had a very unusual dream.

She suddenly stood upright, got up from her bed, and her eyes were polished, and under the flame of the candle, the shadow showed the face of Granny Lulu.

"Strange, shouldn't it be Emily?"

"Granny Lulu carried me to bed?"

Isabel wondered a few times, and Granny Lulu fell asleep soundly, whirring and whirring...... WhewW...... Whew.

She reached out and threw her hand on the bed, and suddenly lost her soul, and her limbs were useless.

At the banquet, there was still talk and laughter.

Mrs. Gray was strangely unmoved, and Miss Julia was at a loss as to what to do with the situation, and just now—she had seen Alan escort Isabel back to her room.

Mr. Chesterton, Allen, and Mr. Bruce moved to the inner hall, and in winter, even though there was a fire outside, people were susceptible to colds after spending a long time outside.

What Alan didn't expect was that Isabel was back.

At this time, Alan and the others are engaged in a fierce debate with their best friends who have come from afar.

"If the dice are bigger, start first." Bruce motioned for start.

On a small, boxy table, there is a black dice cup with six six-sided dice underneath.

Isabel was called in by Bruce and sat down together.

Alan stared at Isabel unconsciously.

"At this time, there is no distinction between status and class." Bruce said to everyone.

Everyone remembered Isabel, a big-eyed girl who was a maid.

Isabel naturally hadn't fully remembered what had happened before she was drunk, and when she was half-drunk, she saw Alan's face in a hazy light, and when her arm touched Alan, Eren didn't even dodge.

He hated himself the most, and thinking of this, Isabel felt that the scene was completely impossible, and it must have been an illusion that she had imagined out of thin air.

Alan threw the dice and threw one, the first time he had such bad luck, but what his expression told others was that he didn't care about the result at all.

It seems that tonight's object of concern is not the question of winning or losing the debate.

If he was lucky enough to carry it like this, Alan would definitely be foul-mouthed.

Bruce threw four, Isabel was three, and Isabel usually read the storyline depicted in the Classical Manor Handbook, which often described the upper class throwing dice to decide, and dice throwing seemed to become one of the must-have items in entertainment games.

"Isabel." Alan shouted.

Isabel stopped shaking her hand and handed it to the next person, she didn't know why Eren called herself.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, she suddenly withdrew her gaze from Allen and landed on the cranberries she had taken out of the ice cellar.

Strangely, it's close to November, and there's no sign of snow in the Chesterton Manor area.

I heard that the ice cubes were brought from the canal ten miles away by workers, and by the halfway point, most of the ice cubes had melted.

"Isabel." Alan called her again.

Eren called her this time because it was her turn.

If she's over, it's time for Allen's uncle Bruce to come.

The point with the highest number of points is closer to the position of the previous debate, and the point with the lowest number of points is closer to the position of the last debate.

Everyone forms a paper clip and debates in turn, extending another new argument to the previous topic.

Isabel held her breath, she had seen these more or less in the manual of the classical manor, and she should be fine.

Moreover, the speed at which she learns is top-notch.

The first two Allen's friends have already opened the way for her, and this little thing shouldn't be difficult for her, draw inferences!

"I believe in his cynicism, he lived for freedom, although he lived in embarrassment, enjoying the changes of the seasons in the rolling barrel and living his life in peace."

"He said that knowledge is the best honor for the young, the greatest consolation for the old, the most precious possession of the poor, the most precious ornament for the rich, and most of us belong to the poor, without freedom and without personal rights."

Sitting across from Isabel, Alan could feel her words and phrases getting sharper and sharper, and she swept her arms over her head and drank the wines made by Chesterton Manor.

After burping a full hiccup in the air, for a while, everyone around her seemed to be reduced to listeners, and they were shocked by her words, no one would suspect that she was a young lady from a noble school, but half an hour ago, Bruce also mentioned her poor identity in person!

However, halfway through the debate, Isabel was no longer impressed.