Chapter 43: Flowers, Gentlemen, and Sugar
Hall had a pleasant chat with Theofrey.
Shukla tried to make his presence visible: "Speaking of which, the house I just bought some time ago also has an antique shotgun, if you are interested, I can ask the servant to take it and see it." β
Hall politely replied, "Don't bother," and Theofrey nodded in agreement.
Shukla breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, in fact, the house he bought some time ago, not to mention the antique shotgun, the seller had moved all the furniture away, and there was not even a single hair left.
He wanted to add money to buy the items in the house, but the seller was unwilling, and the real estate agent euphemistically said, "All the items in the room are ancestral and cannot be sold." β
"The ancestral houses have been sold, and you still have the confidence to look down on the nouveau riche? You deserve to go bankrupt! β
Thinking about the real estate agent's appearance that couldn't hide his sense of superiority, Shukla looked around: "Hugo, your decorations here are really good, is that table clock Victorian?" β
"Probably a little earlier, I think it was the early Georgians." Hall glanced at it and replied casually.
"There's a sense of historical precipitation, and it's very exquisite." Shukla said in a relaxed tone, "Can you tell me where you bought this from?" You know, even though the house I just bought already had a lot of decorations, I wanted to make it even richer. β
Antique table clocks and Persian carpets, indispensable items for the aristocratic families of England, must have in his house, and he did not believe that there was anything that could not be bought with money!
Hall shook his head, "I'm sorry, I really don't know. β
"Don't do that, brother, just tell me. Look at these pianos, bookcases, and chess tables in your home...... It's all antiques, and that illuminated chair is a court style from Louis XVI in France, right? I also have it at home in India, and it was given to my grandfather by Governor Mountbatten.
Rest assured, I'll only buy a few pieces, and it won't exceed the total amount you bought. We're neighbors, don't you want your neighbors to have the same good aesthetic as you? Shukla lowered his voice and told a "confident joke" about Ah San's specialty.
The house he bought was also on King's Road, but in Kensington, barely a neighbor.
Hall looked at Theofrey hesitantly, and the two looked at each other, "Uh...... You may have misunderstood something, antiques such things, I only need to inherit, I don't have to spend money to buy them. Most of the valuables in this house were brought from home by me. β
"......" Shuke smiled and opened his mouth without making a sound.
Theofrey smiled knowingly and raised his glass: "Haha, when I was a child, I would often sneak into my family's castle and take some small objects from it that would not be noticed by adults, and I could exchange it for the toys I wanted from a classmate whose father was an antique dealer."
I kept him a good friend until I learned the true price of those items. β
Hall took a sip of wine and replied, "Adventure? Treasure hunt hunter, very interesting childhood memories. β
"Treasure hunter, I like that. Yes, I'm not here for the toys, I'm just enjoying the treasure hunt! Theofrey laughed at himself.
Hall looked at Shukra thoughtfully: "This reminds me of the legend that there are many temple treasures in India?" β
"Yes, India is a country with a long history, and there is no shortage of treasures and legends......" The topic of his field of expertise, Shukra felt that he could do it again.
Hall listened quietly and thanked Theofrey again: "You guys talk first, I have to go down and do an opening dance, and we must sit down alone for a drink another day." β
"I'm waiting for your invitation, let's get busy." Theofrey replied earnestly.
SINCE THE THEME OF THE BUFFET WAS "MOVING PARTY", THE DRESS CODE FOR THE APPENDIX TO THE INVITATION LETTER TO THE GUESTS WAS ALREADY STATED TO BE SEMI-FORMAL.
Therefore, there are not many etiquette rules, when to arrive and leave the venue is completely convenient, dance if you want to dance, and the guests are more chatting and drinking, and socializing.
Hall went downstairs to the center of the hall and rang the goblet, and the guests stopped talking and looked at him, said a few words, picked up the wine glass and showed a "little plum with the same evil smile", and opened smoothly step by step.
The guests clapped their faces, soothing music played, and each invited their dance partners.
Mrs. Gloucester watched Hall walk towards her, and whispered to her daughter, "Bella, cheer up, this is a dance of Mr. Hall's. You know etiquette, right? β
Isabella whispered back with a polite smile on her face, "I won't be rude, but Mom, I have to emphasize that our relationship is not as ...... as you think."
In the middle of speaking, Hall passed by and walked towards a well-known courtesan in London's high circles, and was suddenly speechless.
ββ¦β¦ See, he doesn't think you're good enough to be his opening dance partner. β
Mrs. Gloucester was slightly disappointed, "Or rather, he has a crush on you, but not to the point where he wants to pursue you." So Mom didn't force you to socialize with him, she just hoped that you could socialize more with boys of your age who were worthy of your family and talent.
That's what you'd like, right?
Do you want your future husband to be a mediocre ordinary man, who is not worthy of my proud daughter and the dowry I have prepared for you? β
Isabella bit her lower lip: "Yes, but only if it's someone I like." β
"How do you know if you like it without getting to the bottom of it?"
Mrs. Gloucester's question was too much for Isabella to refute.
A piece of music ends quickly, and Hall walks off the dance floor with the courtesans laughing and laughing.
Isabel took the initiative to walk towards the other party, and saw a familiar blonde girl walking towards the former as well, and couldn't help but speed up her pace.
"Hey, Hugo, would you still like to be my knight tonight?" In the end, the blonde girl, who had sent out an invitation several steps away, took the lead.
Hall laughed, "I'm honored to be Miss Charlotte's knight, and I remember that day's cooperation. β
"Is that so?" Charlotte imitated the posture of the social event, bowed on her knees, and the champagne-colored dark V dress reflected the white and delicate skin on her chest.
Hall stepped forward to salute without squinting, and the two walked onto the dance floor holding hands: "You seem to like shiny outfits?" The dancing shoes from last time were. β
"Yes, I like to be number one, not just in every dance song." Charlotte said.
Hall wrapped his familiar slender waist around his hand and praised sincerely, "It's good." β
"That's why Isabella and Isabella became enemies, she thinks I'm flamboyant, and I don't like her hypocrisy." Charlotte observed his expression, "Like now, she must be angry, but she still has to keep smiling." β
The corners of Hall's mouth curled slightly: "Okay, this time you won again." β
"Maybe I shouldn't have told you this, but I can't resist the urge to laugh at her in the face of her winning more and losing more, and it's hard to resist the urge to laugh at her once I win, please forgive me for my rudeness."
"I don't think you're worse than her, you should be evenly matched."
"Thanks, I think so myself, but, huh......" Charlotte chuckled and skipped the topic, "Why didn't Anse El come tonight?" β
Hall pondered and replied, "He'...... I'm going back to France."
Ever since learning what Anse Air really had to think that day, he and White have been trying to save their friend's mental health.
But the former firmly believes that he is fine. Because I was afraid that I would be instigated by two friends to contact the girl when I went to the party, I simply didn't come......
"How can I thank you this time?" Before she knew it, Charlotte asked with a smile.
Hall complained, "It's up to you, and it doesn't feel good to be a victim of your fight." He said as he looked at Isabella who was walking towards him.
"Okay, then I'll go home and think about it first, bye-bye." Charlotte winked mischievously.
Hall politely said, "Don't you stay for a while, it's still early." β
"No, the later you get a taxi, the more expensive it is, and I want to save up for a pair of shiny dancing shoes, and I'm already having a lot of fun today." Charlotte generously hugged him goodbye.
Hall was stunned, and his body touched, feeling the girl's slightly cool skin: "If you don't mind, I'll send you home in a while." After speaking, without waiting for a response, he took a step towards Isabella.
Charlotte watched as the two of them said something and walked outside side by side, her face tangle faded and she pursed her lips in disdain.
The scheming bitch will always be this seemingly indisputable gesture, and if it weren't for the stupid cute French boy who knew Hall's background, she would have really been blinded by her.
The light strip by the outdoor pool is shining, and a cold breeze blows through to refresh your senses.
"In the morning I said this kind of weather, what fool would come here." Hall tightened his clothes: "Is it trying to say anything about calling me out alone?" β
Isabella exhaled, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hall, there may have been a little misunderstanding between us, I think it's necessary to explain it clearly?" β
Hall asked, "What misunderstanding?" β
"Regarding Ms. Margaret's question, she thanked me for saying that your investment company is currently in talks with her clothing brand.
I appreciate your ...... Appreciation, but, you don't have to make such a business decision for me, we still need time to get to know each other......" Isabel mobilized all her brain cells and stumbled into tissue language.
Hall was confused: "What are you talking about, you think I invested in her clothing brand to chase you?" β
"Are you really optimistic about Margaret's bad business?" Isabella thought to herself, and continued, "Anyway, I have to thank you for her......"
Hall made a pause gesture: "You can say whatever you want to be done, you are nowhere near as likable as Charlotte is in this regard." β
Isabella was slightly silent: "Well, I want to say that I have a good impression of you, but your current behavior bothers me.
Investing in Margaret's business and sending me a formal invitation may just be a random way of attracting me, and it puts a lot of pressure on me.
Especially using Charlotte to stimulate me, you don't have to. We can slowly try to get to know each other. β
"Yes, that's it, that's what I know you to be." Hall's tone was teasing and admiring: "A little girl who thinks she looks down on all her peers, thinks how mature and smart she is, but can't even understand the most basic 'selling favors' tricks......"
Isabella interrupted in a hurried tone, "Mr. Hall, I thought you were a gentleman of good character!" β
"Of course I am!" Hall replied, "Is it rude for me to state what you have done?" β
Isabella's lips pursed, and through the light strip by the pool, she could faintly see her pretty face flushing in the night.
"Oh, so you're ashamed of what you've done, right? Do you think what you are doing is not what an elegant, dignified, proud aristocratic lady should do? Hall continued to ask.
Isabella looked around in a panic, then lowered her head.
Hall approached her, and the two faced each other: "Then why would you do such a thing?" Raise your head, you should have taken a liturgical lesson at St. Mary's, who taught you to hide from other people's eyes like this?
This is not the demeanor of a perfect aristocratic wife. Look at the way you look now, Charlotte is more like an aristocratic girl than you are, at least she has everything she wants on her face.
And you, obviously full of ambition, still pretend to be reserved and introverted, hypocritical and ugly as a nobleman on the surface......"
Hall spoke eloquently, and Isabella raised her head and grabbed his arm, trembling all over: "No...... Don't say it, don't say it......"
Hall joked, "I'm just telling you that I'm interested in you, but you're not qualified to be like a swan......"
Isabella suddenly hugged him tightly and suppressed her voice, "Yes, I'm just what you say!" Please, stop talking! β
"What's wrong with this?" Hall, blankly, reached out to hold the other man's waist.
The atmosphere froze for a while, and the two hugged in the dark for several minutes, but Isabella never let go.
After a moment of silence, there was a slight grinding sound in the air, and Hall involuntarily swallowed and spit: "You, have you always been like this?" β
"I don't know...... Never before, no one would, would scold me like you......" Isabella buried her whole face in his chest, her voice faint.
Hall was slightly speechless: "Are you rebellious when the period has arrived, or have you always felt that your life is more depressing now?" This, I've heard that this is actually quite normal, it belongs to the psychological ......."
"Don't talk about it." Isabella interrupted.
After another quiet moment. Hall let go of her and raised his chin at the pool, "Jump." β
"It's too cold, I think it's still you ......"
"Don't talk nonsense, you don't want fame anymore, isn't that what hypocrites like you care about the most? I'm not talking to you! Even if you don't want fame, I still want it, you don't deserve ......."
"Bang."
There was a big splash in the pool, and the bright yellow tutu floated on the water, like a blooming flower.
The neon is shining, and the stars will leave the moon.
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"What did you do, how did she fall into the pool?" As the party ended, Hall drove Charlotte home, who was suspicious.
Hall asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" β
"It's impossible that it's too dark to see the way." Charlotte smiled and said, "You two won't, huh?" β
What happened just now was a bit informative, and Hall had no intention of explaining, and said lightly: "So, what does this have to do with jumping in the swimming pool?" Don't think about it. β
"Don't worry, I know it's about your reputation, and I won't talk nonsense." Charlotte gestured with a zipper in front of her mouth.
The two drove all the way to the streets of London's East End without saying a word, and parked in front of a small two-story building with a "fish and chips" plaque.
"Thank you for sending me home personally." Charlotte broke the silence.
Hall smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, as a gentleman, you can't let a girl go home alone late at night." β
Charlotte turned to face him, "Yes, gentleman. I've figured out what gift I'm going to give you as a token of appreciation. β
The voice fell, hugged his shoulder, and gave him a quick kiss: "Do you like this gift?" Are my lips sweeter, or are her lips sweeter? β
Hall was slightly stunned and nodded slowly: "Yours." β
"Heh, I'll just say you didn't do anything good with her outside. One second she was holding me and dancing, and the next second she was kissing her, did she like the perfume I wore today? Charlotte's expression collapsed and she said in frustration.
Hall licked his lips, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, lit one, and looked at the [Fish and Chips] sign: "Is this your property?" β
"Yes, the first floor is the dining room, and the second floor is used for living. How's that, does it look a little shabby? But I'm telling you not to underestimate it, it's been more than 50 years since it was created by my grandfather, and it's been raised for two generations.
My father's money for his wife, my two younger brothers' education, my study, well, my study expenses are too big, it's a loan, and I have to pay ......it back after college," Charlotte said proudly.
After hearing this, Hall retracted his gaze and exhaled a smoke ring deeply: "I respect you and your family very much, but I don't like being a positive and honest little girl at this time." I like mature ladies now who know what I'm thinking. β
Charlotte raised her hand to smooth a few strands of loose hair on her sideburns, and said blankly, "Huh? What are you talking about? β
"Okay, you get out of the car and go home." Hall said dryly.
"Oh, then I'm leaving, bye-bye." Charlotte said, her ass motionless, "Well, it turns out that you like mature ladies, and you would have pretended to be mature if you knew me." β
Hall quietly watched her remain silent, and the other party continued to himself: "Why do you like mature ladies because of the figure? But Isabella's figure ...... Ha ha. β
"Maybe you always lose to Isabella with a reason, although she is naΓ―ve, but not stubborn, and knows when to decisively admit to changing tactics." Hall commented.
The smile on Charlotte's face disappeared, and then a little grievance appeared: "Yes, I'm stubborn, I always lose to her." But I always beat her in one thing anyway. Her figure isn't as good as mine, you try it! β
Out of gentlemanly courtesy, Hall could not refuse the lady's request.
The car fell silent, and the two figures hugged each other, and after a long time, Charlotte pushed Hall away and leaned against the back of the seat: "Don't, we can't continue." β
Hall stared at her, looked at her, suddenly smiled, and replied, "Okay, it's rude." β
Charlotte watched him return to normal in an instant, took out a tissue and slowly wiped off his lip prints in the dressing mirror, and her expression changed wonderfully.
"What, do you need help?" Hale asked, tending to the folds of his clothes by the dim reading lamp.
It's like acquaintances meeting and greeting each other, how are you doing.
Charlotte said stiffly with a straight face: "You're going to let me go home like this?" β
"Otherwise, am I not a gentleman enough?" Hall replied.
"What a bastard!" Charlotte angrily lifted her collar and jumped out of the car, slammed the door with all her strength, and walked away with her high heels.
Hall lay down in a flat seat and said to himself, "1, 2, 3, 4......"
Counting to nine, the main driver's door opened, and the blonde girl in a deep V dress threw her handbag to the co-pilot: "Kiss me!" β
"Okay, I'm here to help."
After another period of silence, the sweet female voice said shyly, "Don't be here, dear, I don't want to be here." β
"Let's go home."
The East End of London is a workers' area, and it is not easy to find a good hotel within a radius of several kilometers.
The sports car roared in the middle of the night, unqualified and obscene.
γFish & ChipsγThe door of the shop opened, and a middle-aged man in pajamas whispered, "Charlotte, are you back?" β
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"Can I be your girlfriend?"
"My dear, don't say such stupid things in the future, you will be laughed at."
"By whom?"
"Everyone. They will say that you have the courage to think of something that even the most daring maid would not dare to expect in the Middle Ages. β
The blonde girl lies on the soft bed, looking up at the tall roof that she has never owned, and the Thames River flows quietly outside the window, and the bustling Kensington business district is brightly lit.
All of this, she has for the time being tonight.
The blonde girl's brows furrowed suddenly, and then she stretched out, revealing the brightest smile on her pretty face, like the sweetest sugar she had eaten when she was five years old......
All this, she will have forever! Forever!
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