Harrods was near Knightsbridge, not far from the Chelsea property that Hall bought, and the car that had been talking to Luca in a few words drove to the door of the villa on the street.

"You should also take a holiday, and come tomorrow to pick me up and take me back to the York countryside." He jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut.

Lukka lowered the window and asked, "So what do we just talk about?" ”

"Since my mother is not in a hurry, it proves that the matter is not particularly important, and I will talk about it when I get home tomorrow." Hall waved his hand and couldn't wait to pull his legs and walk towards the villa.

"Wait a minute."

Luca took out a gift box from the co-pilot and handed it out the window: "Help me pass it to Charlotte, I went to a second-hand store in New York with Gagosian and found an antique book from the early nineteenth century, she should be interested in this thing when she majored in classics." ”

Charlotte had gone on vacation to Sri Lanka the previous winter and came back and gave him a tea souvenir, which he has always remembered.

"Damn, you look like I'm ignorant like this, you know?" Hall was so angry that he couldn't care about his image, and burst into a foul mouth.

Lukka shrugged and gave an American-style military salute: "Have fun." After that, he stepped on the accelerator and left in style, not giving the little boss a chance to scold.

Hall laughed angrily, stood on the spot and spun around, looked at the gift box in his hand, cheekily and cautiously considered the feasibility of imposting for himself, and finally turned around and walked into the coffee shop on the corner.

After a while, he had a bright smile on his face, and he used the gift box as a tray and rang the doorbell of the villa with a cup of coffee he had made himself.

"Oh God, it's really you, are you Your Excellency Hugo Hall, our youngest Lord?!"

The one who came out to open the door was a maid aunt who said with a look of surprise: "Miss Charlotte said that this house is yours, I can't believe it. Of course, Charlotte is a nice and trustworthy girl, but ......"

Hall waited for the maid aunt to finish and asked, "Charlotte, isn't she home?" ”

"Charlotte went home to help out at the restaurant, and in fact she had a better part-time job, but her mother didn't want to hire an extra waitress, and she didn't have enough to use her as free labor."

The maid aunt who has a fat body looks quite talkative, or maybe she is in a more excited mood at this time.

Hall listened patiently, interrupting from time to time to ask a few questions, until the coffee in his hand no longer emitted heat, and he still said goodbye: "I'm sorry I didn't prepare a gift for you when we met for the first time, this cup of coffee is for you." ”

"Is the gift box for Miss Charlotte? You should give it to her with your own hands. The maid's aunt blinked, with an ambiguous expression on her face that someone had come over to guide the young man to create a romance.

The smile on Hall's face froze: "Put this gift box in the corner of the study, and if Charlotte sees it, tell her that it was given by a guy named Luca." ”

"If she doesn't see it, it's like it doesn't exist."

He dropped the last sentence, and with a quick movement, he got into the fiery Ferrari 944 and started the car and left quickly.

The maid's aunt swept her eyes back and forth between the gift box and the coffee, and was silent for a long time, and complained to herself: "The guy named Luca is really ignorant, how can he put His Excellency Hall in an embarrassing situation." ”

Well, she admits that she is exculpatory by saying this, but she must know that he is the youngest Lord, the pride of England!

News from across the ocean has repeatedly announced that His Excellency Hall has won dignity for England, and all the domestic media have praised him as qualified to be ranked with Princess Diana as a representative of the aristocracy.

He deserves preference, at least half of the English think so!

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Camden, home to London's largest farmers' market and flea market, was once on a par with East London and was a concrete symbol of poverty and squalor in people's hearts.

With the development of tourism in recent years, the former has been touted as a street check-in mecca with a strong cultural atmosphere.

As budget college students and backpackers flock to the farmers' market during the Christmas holidays, Hall carefully navigates the crowd and pulls his car into the parking lot.

The traffic accident of an ordinary person is a civil dispute, and his traffic accident belongs to social news.

I got out of the car and walked to a restaurant with a sign, and through the window, I saw Charlotte wearing an apron and busily spinning.

Hall glanced at a middle-aged woman standing at the bar, hesitated slightly and did not enter the restaurant, standing quietly by the outdoor window and waiting.

"Hello, what would you like to eat? Today's chef recommends the T-bone steak, which comes fresh from the restaurant's own farm in the Birmingham countryside. ”

"Girl, someone is watching you outside the window."

Charlotte tilted her head to look out the window and froze, but she didn't forget to raise her hand and pin a strand of loose hair from her sideburns behind her ear.

"Did the chef at Table 5 recommend it? Hey, why are you going, come back to Charlotte......"

A few seconds later, the middle-aged woman shouted loudly, and the guests at Table Five raised their cameras to the window.

The hem of the apron fluttered, the slender legs jumped, and the high golden ponytail burrowed into the embrace outside the glass window.

"It's getting meat."

Hall clasped his hands around the sockets of his legs, tried his best to straighten his chest and seriously felt the weight and gave an evaluation.

Charlotte pursed the corners of her mouth, and her face was slightly red: "I hate it, I thought the first thing I said when we met was something romantic." ”

"Isn't growing up romantic enough?" Hall smiled scrimsonly, as if he had taken advantage of something.

A pair of little lovers were greasy and crooked, and the middle-aged woman walked to the door of the restaurant with an embarrassed warm smile on her face, and she wanted to come close to introduce herself, but she was a little scared.

Because the man who was taking advantage of his daughter was smiling at her with his back to her.

After decades of living, she experienced for the first time what it was like to "sometimes smile as a warning."

It wasn't until she saw her daughter and lover leave that she dared to stomp back to the restaurant and slam the objects in the bar.

"What's wrong with you?" Little Stoker asked, poking his head out of the dish.

She glanced around angrily, lowered her voice and said, "Your good daughter eloped with someone!" ”

"What?" Stoke Jr. didn't know why his expression was stunned.

"I said that your daughter ran away with someone, didn't even take off her apron, left a bunch of work and ran away with the wild man." She repeated.

Little Stoke wiped the sweat from his face and walked out of the kitchen with a blank face, and dragged her into the utility room with a stiff movement: "What nonsense are you talking about, do you know how much of an impact the gibberish will have on Charlotte?" ”

"Come on, stop pretending, guess who your daughter's lover is? I just saw it, the youngest member of parliament that the media touts every day...... What's it called, Hugo Hall! Yes, it should be him, if I'm not mistaken. ”

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her eyes flashed with ignorant excitement: "Do you say this is her first lover?" The media said that he was studying in New York, and his daughter was left alone in London for this semester...... I said how could she be so generous, she gave us the bank card at the beginning and never wanted to go back......"

The muscles of Stoker's cheeks twitched, and without saying a word, he locked the door, raised his hand and swung his fist hard.

"Bang!" With a bang, the middle-aged woman crashed into the pile of debris.

Then there was a shout of abuse in the utility room, mixed with the sound of beating.