After a brief period of self-boredom, Anse El motioned to warm tea, "Open the box and take a look." ”

Wen Cha heard this, and gently opened the rose-colored gift box, the box was only the size of a palm, but the contents inside were shocking.

It was a necklace made of rubies, in the shape of a rose, the size of a fingernail, but the workmanship was rare and fine, shining in the light, and it was a big deal at first sight.

Wen Cha's hands in the boxes trembled, and he glanced at Anse El in surprise, and saw that he was staring at him with burning eyes, and hesitated for a moment, but closed the box and gave it back to him with both hands.

"I'm glad you gave me a birthday present." She said apologetically: "But I'm just a civilian, I can't accept this heart, I hope you can forgive me for being rude."

Anse El immediately froze in place, he stared at Wen Cha deadly, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "Are you rejecting me?" ”

"Yes, my lord," Wen Cha whispered, "in England, precious stones are the exclusive property of nobles, but I am only a servant and cannot accept such a gift, so please take it back." ”

"It's not a diamond." "It's true that civilians can't wear diamonds, but this necklace is not taboo." ”

"I'm sorry," Wen Cha lowered her head, "It's that I don't deserve such a gift, please don't embarrass me anymore." ”

"Embarrassing you?" Viscount Ansel's face instantly turned black into coal, and he asked Wen Cha coldly, "Do you think I'm embarrassing you?" ”

"Forgive me for being rude." Wen Cha didn't know how to answer his words, so he turned his head and said stubbornly: "I appreciate your kindness, but I can't accept this kindness, please forgive me."

"I don't understand," Ansel said hatefully, "this necklace, whether you like it or not, you must wear it." ”

His eyes were red, and there was no room for negotiation under his eyes, he snatched the box in her hand, took out the necklace, ignored Wen Cha's dodge, reached out and hugged her into his arms, and lowered his head to put the necklace around her neck.

"My lord," Wen Cha panicked, she looked at him in horror and bewilderment, pleading, "You can't do this, you can't ......"

"Why not?" Anse Air looked at her condescendingly, "You are my maid, you can do whatever I want." ”

As he put the necklace around her neck, he reached out and opened the neckline of her nightdress, the delicate rose necklace was lying quietly under her fair and smooth collarbone, like a beautiful rose blooming on her skin, it looked so beautiful, which made him bow his head and kiss her collarbone with a slight tremble.

"Okay," he let go of the hand on her waist, glanced sideways at the clock that had passed the early hours of the morning, and said with a pale face, "In the future, this necklace must not be taken off without my permission, you know?" ”

Wen Chafang trembled and did not answer, but her expression was frightened and afraid, she looked at Ansel's calm face, remembered what Andrew said about the noble mistress, and her fingers couldn't help but clench.

She was just a maid, and in England during this period, the feudal hierarchy was very strict, and no nobleman would marry a commoner girl, even a beautiful commoner girl, at most, she could only become their mistress.

Moreover, Ansel said that they would not marry, and even noble ladies would not marry them.

Now that Ansel had kissed her, she didn't think it was a temporary idea.

What should she do if he really does what Andrew said?

"Scared silly?" Seeing her stunned appearance, Ansel reached out and touched her forehead, with a rare smile on his face, "I really don't know, what are you afraid of." ”

Wen Cha took a step back quickly, didn't look at Ansel's eyes again, and hurriedly said, "It's getting late, I have to go down and rest, I hope you can have a good dream."

Without waiting for Ansel to reply, she turned around and rushed to the door like a rabbit, opened it and ran out.

Ansel stood still, unsure what was wrong with her.

I wasn't so scared before, huh?

Is it that you have gone too far?

He kissed her, and he hadn't carried her to the bed to kiss her, as Douglas had done to other aristocratic ladies.

Anse El rubbed his nose in annoyance, not knowing what had gone wrong.

It was the first time he wanted to get close to a girl, but it turned out to be so unsatisfactory.

He sighed softly, and had to wait until the next morning.

The next day, after getting up, Wen Cha went upstairs and knocked on the door of Anselle's house as usual.

The young viscount had not slept much all night, and when he heard a knock at the door, he opened the door in his pajamas.

Wen Cha stood at the door, looking at his messy hair and haggard eyelids, and moved the corners of his mouth, "My lord, it's time for you to get up." ”

"Well," said Viscount Ansel, holding back the throbbing in his heart, pretending to be calm, "you can come in and serve me." ”

Wen Cha was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Anse El continued, "Just changing clothes, and fixing hair. ”

"Okay," Wen Cha bowed slightly, her expression calmed down a lot, she walked into Anse El's room, helped him choose a dark black gentleman's suit, took off his pajamas, and put on his underwear and outer clothes for him in turn.

She was very agile in her movements, her expression was calm and quiet, and she was not moved by his body at all.

Ansel frowned, and looked down at her beautiful face, and his heart turned a thousand times.

"You hate me?" He asked abruptly.

Wen Cha's hand shook, his eyes lowered and he didn't look at him, "What are you talking about?" ”

Anse El snorted coldly with a stinky face, "After Andrew left the manor, you were very sad, didn't you?" ”

Wen Cha: "Where is the ......?"

"I didn't," Wen Cha gently straightened the hem of his clothes, "Butler Andrew is a servant in the castle like me, and he did something wrong and left the manor, this is a punishment for him, and I am not sad." ”

Anse El didn't believe what she said, "Andrew poured you so much ecstasy soup, don't you listen either?" ”

"I don't listen," said Wen Cha Zhengse, "I only listen to your orders."

Well, this phrase pleases the young viscount.

At the same time, it also gave him an inexplicable sting.

What does it mean to listen to his "commands"?

After getting dressed, Oncha began to fix Anselle's hair.

Ansel's hair was dark brown with slight curls, which made his already deep and sharp face appear a little harmless.

Wen Cha's fingers shuttled between the viscount's hair, and the slightly cool fingertips held the temperature of the heel, like electricity, which made Anse El tingle, and he resisted the urge to grab her hand, allowing her to comb his hair neatly and smoothly.

"Alright, sir." Wen Cha put down the comb, stepped aside, and reminded, "You can go downstairs to eat."