It was late at night, and everything was silent.

The master had slept, the servant had slept, and the corridor was empty.

Charlotte stood on tiptoe, as light as a cat lurking in the night, and she cautiously looked left and right, trying to hide her figure.

Who but a thief will walk in the dark night when there is no one?

The nightingale cried: she was peeking into secrets, and her thoughts were full of worries about what she loved.

Ever since Fahan's arrival, Julian had been worried and restless since that night, sometimes sighing, sometimes rejoicing, sometimes falling into indescribable worries, sometimes staring into the distance in a daze, sometimes muttering the name of his lover, but unfortunately Charlotte did not know lip language.

Charlotte pursed her lips unwillingly, vowing to find out about this matter.

Julian's study was locked, but it didn't bother Charlotte, who took out the golden key, which glittered in the night, which she had secretly taken from Julian's coat pocket, and Julian would not notice it as long as she changed it back before dawn.

The door opens!

Charlotte looked around nervously and hid in the door, which closed again.

Charlotte lit the candlesticks in her study, and began to grope around in the faint candlelight.

Where? this? No! What about that?.........

Charlotte slowly flipped through the papers in Julian's study as if she were peeling back a cocoon.

Julian's study is the most mysterious room in the entire mansion, and no one is allowed to enter or leave this room without Julian's permission, otherwise he will suffer the most severe punishment.

The last time there was a maid who had just entered the mansion, because no one had warned her about it in advance, so the ignorant maid entered the study without permission to clean it, and when she returned, Julian was furious, and the next day the maid no one saw the maid again, as if she had disappeared from the world, and no one dared to mention his name.

Julian's study was like a devouring monster, and the servants in the mansion trembled.

"What is this?" Charlotte moved over the candlestick and flipped through Julian's private papers, "Is it the little yellow book?"

Charlotte lowered her head and said with annoyance: "It's okay to come to Charlotte, Charlotte will definitely not refuse the young master." ”

On the table in Julian's study is a stack of picture books with drawings of various women.

All kinds of beauties come to life under the painter's brush, women full of all kinds of customs of the vast land of the empire, they are half-covered and half-hidden, and their beautiful flesh seems to exist to please men.

"Charlotte is much prettier than them, and her boobs are .......," Charlotte rubbed her Oupai, "and she's bigger than them." ”

Charlotte put the little picture book back in place and searched it again, she hadn't forgotten what she had come to for.

"What is this?" Charlotte opened a drawer, which contained the letters that Fahan had brought from Karazhan that day.

Charlotte began to flip through the candlelight.

First, Edgar's letters, official documents, reporting on the respective matters of the Karazan Domain's finances.

Charlotte pursed her lips and pulled out Claire's letter, an ordinary greeting letter, small and beautiful, full of Claire's gratitude for Julian's help.

"Bitch! Don't try to seduce the young master. ”

Charlotte was dismissive of Claire, who in her eyes was nothing more than an unattractive wretch abandoned by her husband, and would never have taken in their mother and daughter if it weren't for Julian's kindness.

It's just an old woman, Charlotte said so severely.

Next up is Christine's.

Charlotte hesitated, if she had peeked at Christine's letter here, wouldn't she have lost to her, and she was serious that she didn't have more charm than her, so she would make such a pitiful move.

Charlotte's silver teeth clenched, "I'm just for the young master, just for the young master." ”

Charlotte trembled and opened the envelope, and the candlelight illuminated the white paper........

There are few numbers above: I'm pregnant!

Charlotte's heart seemed to freeze for a moment, and she opened her eyes to be convinced that she was not mistaken.

Charlotte's soul seemed to sink into the swamp, and the swamp flooded her chest, and it became difficult to breathe.

"It shouldn't be like this........" Charlotte snorted unwillingly, her hand shaking the letter, "it should be my child." ”

Charlotte wanted to cry at first, but she choked again, sobbing intermittently, choking on the silence of the night.

"Why? Why did this woman take everything from Charlotte.........

Vulnerable, your name is a woman.

"Obviously I came first......... Obviously, I followed the young master first........."

O jealousy, your name is a woman.

Charlotte curled up on the ground in despair, whimpering under her breath, like a doll with a broken thread.

Tears flowed down the face of the beautiful doll, and the slender tear stains made people feel sad for her and mourn for her.

Christine, the daughter of a humble farmer, robs Charlotte's love.

The air was trembling, as if the sky was burning. yes, the storm is coming.