Isabel suppressed the extremely strong emotions in her heart and tried her best to contain the tears in her eyes.

She got up and said, "Mr. Chesterton, thank you for your concern and help, I'm leaving!" You know, I'm going to help Miss Julia with her luggage, and the Gray family has hired a carriage to get to the country, and after that, we will never have anything to do with each other, except of course the matter between you and Miss Julia is not over. ”

Isabel turned to leave.

Alan sighed.

"You like me—don't you, Miss Isabel?"

"I can see it, I see something in your eyes."

"Is it—you can tell by a little bit whether a person's emotions like it or not, and it is too hasty and abrupt to infer it in such an easily misjudged way, Mr. Chesterton, or should I call you Mr. Allen?"

When Isabel turned to resist Alan's aggressive gaze, she was stunned, unable to move, her limbs like nothing, and the dusty displays such as globes and other objects that were on the shelves at this time.

She hasn't wiped them clean yet!

Isabel was stunned and said to him, with mixed emotions, "Sir, why do I like you, what do you think about yourself can be worthy of being liked?" ”

"You are proud and arrogant, with a noble status, a pampered person, and a wealthy family, which is not quite the same as those country people I have befriended in the past fifteen years, which can be described as a world of difference."

"If I can like a man completely, it is because of his good character, not because of his appearance worthy of pride and praise, understand, sir?"

"Nope." Alan replied lightly to Isabelle.

"You know what I'm talking about, Isabel, you know, liking is never that complicated, and sometimes it's not about a person's character, from the first second you see him, it's doomed, Isabel?"

"Sir, I want to say goodbye."

"Mr. Allen."

Isabel took off her apron, placed it on the spotless stool, and stepped out of the "chamber".

As she passed by the door, Alan's friend Brian happened to be there.

He didn't know when he had been to this place, and the smell of the blankets in the chamber was almost the same as his body.

Alan stared intently at Isabel's back in the sunlight.

She retorted so sharply, but what she didn't know was how much she loved her in her heart.

It is precisely because I love someone that I choose to turn a blind eye.

What if he loved her?

But he knew that the analogy he was making was not funny to her at all.

Once again, she broke free from her own contact and temptation, and it made him feel more and more that this was what Isabel was trying to figure out.

And Isabel didn't want to put herself in a situation where she was toyed with and controlled by a man.

She answered Alan's inexplicable question, and she already felt very unhappy in her heart.

This is to subvert all the cognition she has formed in the past fifteen years, how can loving someone not be about his character?

And it just started with love at first sight?

Even if you fall in love at first because of this, that person will eventually change because of the revelation of the ugliness of character.

It is far more difficult to fight for the initiative to love someone than to be loved.

This is the essential difference between really falling in love with someone and liking someone, one chooses to love, and the other chooses to try to be loved.

Whether or not Alan was kind enough to remind herself of her character who was too easy to reveal her true emotions, she felt that this probe, coming out of his mouth, seemed to be mocking herself, rather than from the perspective of a friend's concern and concern.

"I think so, my brain must be broken, how could I say such nonsense." Alan was simply skeptical of himself.

However, he is now extremely unhappy, and I don't know if it is because of Isabel's frank attitude towards his "dislike".

Recalling the scene that had just been noticed, it came to mind that Isabel limped out in front of the door of the conference hall, and she turned her head to stare at him, twisting her face.

Her little complaining and anger is inexplicably lovely and harmonious, like the most delicate moon flower in winter, who cares about the cold wind in winter and can't bear to destroy it?

He didn't feel stunned, faintly small.

When he reacted, even he felt that his emotions were so strange that he had nowhere to investigate.

It was like the mist above the fields that I saw at a glance when I woke up on this winter morning.

When Isabel returned to the Gray family, she thought that Julia would be able to forget and get rid of some of the troubles about Eren with Julia's invisible suppression and provocation at any time.

Unexpectedly, after the twists and turns of the "conference hall", I fell deeper.

She sat in the carriage back to Gray Manor, her mind fluttering, thinking all the time, unable to calm it down.

Just as the cold of the weak torso is getting closer and closer in this winter.

She was dressed thinly, and under the thin lace edge, she could see the blue veins on her snow-white skin, and if it weren't for a complete curtain for the time being, she would have been frozen bald by the cold wind blowing on both sides of the road outside the car.

She clearly felt that she was in contact with Alan more often, and she had been aware of it since Brian.

She was completely fallen.

Not to fall into feelings for Allen, but to this plausible connection.

Gradually, she opened the floodgates of her heart.

At this moment, I hope this is not a dream.

And if it's a dream, she'd rather not wake up from the dream herself, because she's really like Alan said, sometimes it's predestined to like someone at first sight.

She loved her, not his character.

Originally, she refuted Alan because he unintentionally tempted and violated his true thoughts and thoughts, as well as the bottom line, but now it is because she has truly released herself after the defense of her powerless struggle.

The carriage was still on the road to the manor, jolting along.

Isabel seems to have broken free from the small world of the country manor to give her inner restraint and self-protection, the manor's protective arm is slowly opening, and as time passes, she herself has to recreate a safe haven for herself, which is not a tangible asset of the manor, such as a stable, but an invisible spiritual sustenance given to her.

Isabel couldn't feel the pain of the wound anymore, and she didn't care too much if the small wound was inflamed or if some gravity had broken the place where it should have healed.

She was immersed in the vastness of the world, like the four wheels of a carriage, and marched unstoppably forward.

Although she was on her way back to the manor, her heart had changed and the former Isabel was gone.

The philosopher says that one does not step into the same river twice.

Maybe she hasn't changed, but someone must have changed.

Alan was deeply fascinated by the girl Isabel who slipped away at Chesterton House.

That's right, the girl's name is exactly Isabel.

"Isabel, Isabel......" he repeated her name over and over again, his eyes fascinated, as if he had tasted the sweetest and richest wine in the world.

The taste and aroma are so fragrant and mellow that once you taste it, you won't forget it easily.

When he woke up and woke up, Alan felt a little inexplicable again.

The carriage is parked "on the shore", and Julia is like an angel returning from heaven to the ground, but she is only one of the ordinary people who think she has a different label from ordinary people.

"I don't need to remind you, Isabel, you should have put your luggage down too, right?"

Julia asked Candace to drag her white skirt, and the skirt was so heavy that it was about a kilogram!

"Isn't it, Daddy?"

"Isabel hasn't forgotten that she's still a member of the Gray family, and she can be regarded as a little bit of light at the banquet, even if she coaxes us, and secretly formed a New Year's friendship with Allen's uncle."

"You've been in contact with Alan more and more, even with Brian."

Julia began to scan everything on Isabelle's body with a vicious gaze, the clothes in the wooden box were also given to her by Allen's uncle Bruce, and even the pendant around her neck and the bracelet on her wrist were also sent to her by the Chesterton Mansion.

She really shouldn't have let Granny Lulu remind her, who would have predicted it exactly? Indefinite...... Someone deliberately put the creed inside the inside of the clothes.

"Julia." Mrs. Gray stopped her.

Julia suddenly restrained her flamboyant and presumptuous attitude.

"Give me the box." Julia still hadn't given up on her previous thoughts, she had intended to find out what was in the box, and whether there was any evidence hidden in her clothes—to prove that Isabel was having an affair with Alan's uncle.

Isabel did not quite understand that it had been a gift from the Chesterton family, and that Miss Julia did not seem to have the right to claim that she should be deprived of her possessions.

"Give it to me, Isabel, give it to me, be honest, you won't hide anything in your clothes, will you?"

"No, Miss Julia, I don't know what Miss Julia's intentions are in guessing." Isabel was simply confused.

"As a servant, how could I take someone else's private belongings?" She frowned, hunched over the ridge, on which all the things she had carried were placed, and Mrs. Gray's clothes, including Julia, were laid on the flat ground.

"I heard about hiding things from anyone, it's just nothing."

Isabel didn't know what had lit the flames, and the gloom in her deep eyes was hard to contain.

"You can swallow your breath, Isabel!"

Julia yelled at the cold winter wind and walked straight to the manor house.

"Isabel, she doesn't know what's going on, lately, she's always been picking on you, please don't blame her." Mrs. Gray came over and said.

Mrs. Gray then took a small piece of luggage with herself, and Granny Lulu gave Isabel a wink, and followed Julia.