Isabel said to Emily, "Isabel, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is the last day of coming to Chesterton House. ”

The two of them were busy working in the kitchen.

"Are you still clinging?" Emily smiled.

Emily goes out to get what she cooks – the ingredients.

Alan stepped over and glanced at the interior of the kitchen.

Isabel hurriedly fastened her apron and was uneasy when she saw him.

She simply pretended not to notice anything.

Isabel lowered her waist and buried her head and was busy with herself.

In the past few days, Isabel has not seen Alan, and the time and space between him and her seem to be deliberately staggered.

At some point, Alan walked up behind Isabel and reached for the bread left in the cupboard.

He wouldn't normally go into the kitchen, let alone steal kitchen bread for snacks!

Isabel's face flushed a little, and she pretended to ignore it, but at this time, Alan's exposed half of her arm touched it.

"Oops!"

Isabel was accidentally scratched by the knife in her hand.

Blood flows......

It whirled on her fingertips.

The wound doesn't seem to be small.

She turned around nervously, afraid that Alan would see her in such distress.

Her fingers were red from the winter cold.

All of a sudden, because he was in a hurry to find medical gauze, he bumped into Alan's broad and firm chest.

She panicked, which made the atmosphere even more tense.

"You...... It's okay? Alan asked eagerly.

"It's fine." Isabel looked at him.

"How can it be okay?"

"Here, it's better to let the doctor take a look."

"Really...... Is it really okay? ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay, Alan...... Mr. Allen. ”

"Don't ...... Don't call me Mr. Allen, Isha...... Miss Isabel. Alan looked at Isabel with a slightly different gaze, but Isabel didn't notice it at the time, she watched the big hole on her finger, bleeding profusely.

Now, she couldn't do anything, let alone help Miss Julia carry the big box tonight.

She...... She would definitely scold herself.

Suddenly, Alan handed him the handkerchief he had taken out of his pocket, he was neatly dressed, and the waistcoat was particularly flattering to his figure.

"Miss Julia, I should let you go with her tonight, right?"

"Why do you ask, Mr. Allen?"

"Alan, please call me by my name, not Mr. Allen, as you call it."

Isabel didn't know how to deal with the current situation, and for some reason, Alan's attitude towards herself suddenly changed, and it was still the same kind of drastic change.

"Allen, Allen...... Allan. Isabel couldn't change her mind.

After watching Alan hand the handkerchief paper to herself, she wiped the blood on her fingertips with the handkerchief paper in care of the wound.

Wipe so elegantly and meticulously.

"Hahaha." Alan smiled.

It was something Isabel had never seen before.

That smile did inadvertently capture her heart again.

"Isabel!" Someone shouted outside.

"It's Miss Julia." Isabel looked out and paused.

"Come and help me." Julia said.

"Won't you hurry, hurry, aren't you going back to the manor?"

Isabel didn't bother to treat the wound with the potion in the drawer.

"Go and help Master Allen carry the books." Julia deliberately made things difficult.

"Are you okay, your leg hurts." When Julia saw Ellen appear next to Isabel, she immediately changed her attitude.

"I'm sorry, Isabel, I didn't see it clearly just now, Young Master Allen was with you, right?"

"Oh...... It's okay, I can do it, Alan is looking for me for bread. ”

Isabel replied to him.

"Alright, I'll tell Lulu to pack their bags and get home tonight." Julia said.

But he had a crooked idea in his heart.

"Hmm." Isabel replied.

"That's good." Julia laughed.

In the library, where Alan was sorting through papers, Isabel stepped through the door, carefully waiting for the arrangement.

"Oh, Isabel, you put each stack of books in each layer, okay?" Allen said.

"Okay!" Isabel replied, there was no one around, but there were so many tasks that she had to accomplish that they were piled up.

After Allen finished tidying up, he rested for a while.

He crossed Erlang's legs and passed the time at the desk next to him.

So much?

I want to be alone...... Isabel was under a lot of pressure, and it was very uncomfortable, her wounds were there, and when she was lifting things, she bled again.

Isabel Beale thought to herself, carefully categorizing them, examining them carefully, and then preparing to put them on top of each other.

"You're so slow, how can you do it?" Allen said.

"Oh...... I'll hurry. Isabel said, holding back the pain of the inflamed wound on her body and speeding up the movements of her hands.

"You're so slow, how can you do it...... Isabel? Alan said worriedly for her.

"Allen...... Alan, I'll be quick. ”

As Isabel's words poured out, Alan smiled, laughing so heartily.

The name "Allen", in his opinion, was so kind and cute for the first time in his life.

The point is that the person who spoke was particularly charming.

Isabel is finally almost halfway there.

She squatted or stood on the bench.

One up and down, one left and one right, one front and one back, the wound felt like it was going to crack.

This kind of taste brought to her is simply sour and self-aware.

In front of her, there was still a little thing left to do, and she couldn't relax, lest she be criticized and provoked by Julia again.

"Isabel!" Alan shouted.

He had been watching her for a long time.

Isabel glanced at her.

Frowning, standing on a high ladder, he spoke, "I'll be fine right away." ”

"No, it's not."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Alan walked straight over.

He looked at her and said, "You ......."

He sighed.

"You write first on the bench......"

What he really meant was that he wanted her to stop what she was busy with and take a break.

Isabel did as he had said, and carefully sat down on an empty bench, and beyond the bench was a mountain of papers, large and small.

She stared at Allen's gaze curiously and strangely, wondering what he was going to do.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Isabel was taken aback.

Alan pressed her arms, "Look, your wound is bleeding, it could have healed in a day or two, but it's been almost a week. ”

Isabel didn't know what Allen's move was intended to do.

"You should obediently listen to Mr. Bruce's persuasion, lying on the bed, velvet is very comfortable, you know?"

"But you're in too much of a hurry...... You've got the job in your hands, look, that's the price you deserve, and if you're not careful, there's a high chance that the place where it healed will break again. ”

Isabel felt the pain of the previous wound, and her face immediately turned red.

She stared at it worriedly, thinking that it would definitely not be better, and in the winter climate, it would definitely not be good if it was going to be done in the water or something, plus other work.

"It's going to leave a scar." Isabel said.

"But...... You should have been to blame for this a long time ago, Mr. Allen, you told me to hurry up. ”

She tugged deeply on her sleeve and sighed.

Then she twisted her head to the side in frustration and sadness.

"I'll take care of the rest, Isabel." Alan said, standing up and straightening up.

It seems that he is in a pretty good mood today.

He hoped that this "repayment" would ease her physical pain, as well as her spiritual.

Isabel secretly patted the dust off her face and looked at him secretly.

As if there was no contradiction between them, Allen's indifferent attitude and inherent prejudice against him before must have been an illusion in his eyes.

Allen's figure working silently is really like that.

He was at ease and enjoying himself, like a gardener pruning the flowers in the garden, without the nervous and busy shadow of Isabel, the maid.

Isabel stopped what she was doing, and before she knew it, she was getting into her senses.

She forgot about the troubles of the manor, and the troubles that Julia had inflicted on her.

"It's not good." Alan Dao.

"Alan, thank you." Isabel reluctantly stood up from the bench.

"You don't seem to agree that I'm the owner of Chesterton House, and you don't use the prefix of honorifics when you call me." He said.

"There's really a set."

"Sir, not ......"

"Forget it, Mr. Allen." Isabel said with disgust.

"If the other person is my master, and there is no prejudice against him, then I don't think I will do that to them."

"So it's just for me?" Allen said, taking a step forward.

His indifferent look began to show impermanence again.

Suddenly, he became silent.

Looking at Isabel's doubts and objections.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Allen, I shouldn't have been so rude, as if I had never addressed you directly before Mr. Chesterton appeared."

Alan could feel the kind of concession that Isabel had to make under his aggressive and domineering presence.

Alan then exhaled a shallow breath and came out of his belly.

He looked at her and said, "Don't express any more sorry, even though you don't mean to call me Mr. Allen now or just now. ”

For a moment, this unintentional sentence touched Isabel's extremely fragile heart.

Tears rolled in her eyes.

"How can that be counted as sincere, Mr. Allen, is it...... Do you want to hear what I want to say for yourself? ”

Isabel said from the bottom of her heart, she liked someone so much in her heart, she liked Alan, but he broke her heart like this.

Before him, he will confess to himself that he is the master, the master who is not to be offended or despised by the lowly servant.

Now, it is not Alan who holds the prejudice, but herself, and now she understands and suddenly realizes that she should keep a certain safe distance from the children of rich and noble families, and no one should easily try to violate anyone's bottom line.