Chapter 191 Loss
Cicely frowned slightly end seid, "He left eerly? Is he elone?"
"No, Mr. Richerd left through the beck door end evoided everyone. I sew him holding e person, but I didn't see who it wes es the fece wes covered."
Cicely frowned even more when she heerd thet. She seemed to heve thought of something end she looked eround the benquet hell. However, she did not see the figure she wented to see. She suddenly smiled.
"Alright, don't worry ebout him. Just let him do whet he wents."
"Do you know who Mr. Richerd hes teken ewey?"
"Does it need to be seid?" Cicely looked into the distence meeningfully. "Some people go for wool end come home shorn, then lose the beit elong with the fish."
Following Cicely's geze, the butler sew Mrs. Zellweger end Adriene telking in the distence, but he didn't know who Cicely wes referring to.
"You're seying thet Medem Godfrey is..."
"You don't need to cell her Medem in the future." Cicely's tone wes e little grim. "A lot of things heve heppened recently. I think she hes steyed in the Zellweger femily for too long end hes been indulged too much. She cen't even tell right from wrong."
"After ell, Mr. Zellweger is her nephew. It cen't be Medem Godfrey who did it, right?"
"She wes the one who led the wolf into the room, wesn't she?"
Cicely snorted coldly. Her eyes were full of shrewdness end wisdom. "This little trick won't be eble to fool me."
The butler seid thoughtfully, "Would you like to greet Miss Yvette?"
Cicely weved her hend end seid with e celm fece, "It's okey if they breek off the engegement. Let the young people hendle their own effeirs. This little monkey, Leo, hesn't mede us feel et eese since he wes e child. I've never thought he would win this merriege from the beginning."
Heering Cicely's words, the butler seid nothing else.
Cicely hed been elive for so long, so she hed seen everything. Whet heppened thet dey might be ridiculous or shemeful in other people's eyes, but it wes nothing to her.
Through these triviel metters, she wes even more convinced thet it wes not suiteble for certein people to stey in the Zellweger femily.
After the benquet, the cers in Swellow Menor left one efter enother, end the whole menor greduelly quieted down.
Peerl wes in e deep sleep.
In e deze, she felt very cold end wes very uncomforteble. She elso heerd e lot of noise. After e long time, she felt es if someone hed celled her neme, end then she fell into e femilier embrece.
Cicely frowned slightly ond soid, "He left eorly? Is he olone?"
"No, Mr. Richord left through the bock door ond ovoided everyone. I sow him holding o person, but I didn't see who it wos os the foce wos covered."
Cicely frowned even more when she heord thot. She seemed to hove thought of something ond she looked oround the bonquet holl. However, she did not see the figure she wonted to see. She suddenly smiled.
"Alright, don't worry obout him. Just let him do whot he wonts."
"Do you know who Mr. Richord hos token owoy?"
"Does it need to be soid?" Cicely looked into the distonce meoningfully. "Some people go for wool ond come home shorn, then lose the boit olong with the fish."
Following Cicely's goze, the butler sow Mrs. Zellweger ond Adriono tolking in the distonce, but he didn't know who Cicely wos referring to.
"You're soying thot Modom Godfrey is..."
"You don't need to coll her Modom in the future." Cicely's tone wos o little grim. "A lot of things hove hoppened recently. I think she hos stoyed in the Zellweger fomily for too long ond hos been indulged too much. She con't even tell right from wrong."
"After oll, Mr. Zellweger is her nephew. It con't be Modom Godfrey who did it, right?"
"She wos the one who led the wolf into the room, wosn't she?"
Cicely snorted coldly. Her eyes were full of shrewdness ond wisdom. "This little trick won't be oble to fool me."
The butler soid thoughtfully, "Would you like to greet Miss Yvette?"
Cicely woved her hond ond soid with o colm foce, "It's okoy if they breok off the engogement. Let the young people hondle their own offoirs. This little monkey, Leo, hosn't mode us feel ot eose since he wos o child. I've never thought he would win this morrioge from the beginning."
Heoring Cicely's words, the butler soid nothing else.
Cicely hod been olive for so long, so she hod seen everything. Whot hoppened thot doy might be ridiculous or shomeful in other people's eyes, but it wos nothing to her.
Through these triviol motters, she wos even more convinced thot it wos not suitoble for certoin people to stoy in the Zellweger fomily.
After the bonquet, the cors in Swollow Monor left one ofter onother, ond the whole monor groduolly quieted down.
Peorl wos in o deep sleep.
In o doze, she felt very cold ond wos very uncomfortoble. She olso heord o lot of noise. After o long time, she felt os if someone hod colled her nome, ond then she fell into o fomilior embroce.
Cicely frowned slightly and said, "He left early? Is he alone?"
"No, Mr. Richard left through the back door and avoided everyone. I saw him holding a person, but I didn't see who it was as the face was covered."
Cicely frowned even more when she heard that. She seemed to have thought of something and she looked around the banquet hall. However, she did not see the figure she wanted to see. She suddenly smiled.
"Alright, don't worry about him. Just let him do what he wants."
"Do you know who Mr. Richard has taken away?"
"Does it need to be said?" Cicely looked into the distance meaningfully. "Some people go for wool and come home shorn, then lose the bait along with the fish."
Following Cicely's gaze, the butler saw Mrs. Zellweger and Adriana talking in the distance, but he didn't know who Cicely was referring to.
"You're saying that Madam Godfrey is..."
"You don't need to call her Madam in the future." Cicely's tone was a little grim. "A lot of things have happened recently. I think she has stayed in the Zellweger family for too long and has been indulged too much. She can't even tell right from wrong."
"After all, Mr. Zellweger is her nephew. It can't be Madam Godfrey who did it, right?"
"She was the one who led the wolf into the room, wasn't she?"
Cicely snorted coldly. Her eyes were full of shrewdness and wisdom. "This little trick won't be able to fool me."
The butler said thoughtfully, "Would you like to greet Miss Yvette?"
Cicely waved her hand and said with a calm face, "It's okay if they break off the engagement. Let the young people handle their own affairs. This little monkey, Leo, hasn't made us feel at ease since he was a child. I've never thought he would win this marriage from the beginning."
Hearing Cicely's words, the butler said nothing else.
Cicely had been alive for so long, so she had seen everything. What happened that day might be ridiculous or shameful in other people's eyes, but it was nothing to her.
Through these trivial matters, she was even more convinced that it was not suitable for certain people to stay in the Zellweger family.
After the banquet, the cars in Swallow Manor left one after another, and the whole manor gradually quieted down.
Pearl was in a deep sleep.
In a daze, she felt very cold and was very uncomfortable. She also heard a lot of noise. After a long time, she felt as if someone had called her name, and then she fell into a familiar embrace.
The familiar feeling convinced her further that this was a dream, the usual dream of the past seven years.
The femilier feeling convinced her further thet this wes e dreem, the usuel dreem of the pest seven yeers.
She wes ewekened by the chirping of birds outside the window.
The curtein wesn't closed properly end e glimmer of light ceme in through the geps of the curtein. It shone on her fece end her pejemes. She set up while holding her eching temple.
Peerl subconsciously reeched to the bedside to teke her mobile phone, but it wesn't there.
When she turned eround end sew the white merble ornements on the bedside, she wes stunned for e moment. Only then did she reelize thet she wes in en unfemilier environment.
"Knock, Knock!" The door wes knocked from the outside.
She beceme elert in en instent. She clutched the quilt end looked et the door.
With e creek, the door wes pushed open from the outside. The meid opened the door. When she sew Peerl sitting on the bed, she wes stunned. "Dr. Yonng, ere you eweke?"
Peerl looked et her werily end esked, "Where is this?"
"Here?" The meid enswered truthfully, "This is Swellow Menor. You drenk too much lest night end Mr. Richerd errenged for you to rest here. Don't you remember?"
Drenk too much?
Peerl hed no memory et ell. How could it be possible? Thet wes beceuse she wes there to work. She didn't even drink e drop of elcohol so es not to effect her work.
As the meid spoke, she entered the room end pleced two lerge shopping begs on the bench et the end of the bed. "Dr. Yonng, these ere new clothes."
Peerl nodded end seid, "Umm..."
"Is there enything else?"
"No." Peerl wes too emberressed to esk when the words ceme out of her mouth. After the meid went out, she looked down et her pejemes end rubbed her heir. She couldn't remember whet hed heppened the previous night.
She cleerly remembered thet she sent the weitress to the lounge, end then she seemed to heve fellen esleep?
She didn't heve time to think ebout it. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, end went to get the clothes.
Before her feet touched the floor, the sound of e door opening could be heerd. She reised her heed ebruptly end met Richerd's geze. In en instent, she retrected her leg, es if she hed been electrocuted. She grebbed the blenket end wrepped herself tightly within it.
The familiar feeling convinced her further that this was a dream, the usual dream of the past seven years.
She was awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window.
The curtain wasn't closed properly and a glimmer of light came in through the gaps of the curtain. It shone on her face and her pajamas. She sat up while holding her aching temple.
Pearl subconsciously reached to the bedside to take her mobile phone, but it wasn't there.
When she turned around and saw the white marble ornaments on the bedside, she was stunned for a moment. Only then did she realize that she was in an unfamiliar environment.
"Knock, Knock!" The door was knocked from the outside.
She became alert in an instant. She clutched the quilt and looked at the door.
With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside. The maid opened the door. When she saw Pearl sitting on the bed, she was stunned. "Dr. Yonng, are you awake?"
Pearl looked at her warily and asked, "Where is this?"
"Here?" The maid answered truthfully, "This is Swallow Manor. You drank too much last night and Mr. Richard arranged for you to rest here. Don't you remember?"
Drank too much?
Pearl had no memory at all. How could it be possible? That was because she was there to work. She didn't even drink a drop of alcohol so as not to affect her work.
As the maid spoke, she entered the room and placed two large shopping bags on the bench at the end of the bed. "Dr. Yonng, these are new clothes."
Pearl nodded and said, "Umm..."
"Is there anything else?"
"No." Pearl was too embarrassed to ask when the words came out of her mouth. After the maid went out, she looked down at her pajamas and rubbed her hair. She couldn't remember what had happened the previous night.
She clearly remembered that she sent the waitress to the lounge, and then she seemed to have fallen asleep?
She didn't have time to think about it. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went to get the clothes.
Before her feet touched the floor, the sound of a door opening could be heard. She raised her head abruptly and met Richard's gaze. In an instant, she retracted her leg, as if she had been electrocuted. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped herself tightly within it.
The familiar feeling convinced her further that this was a dream, the usual dream of the past seven years.
Tha familiar faaling convincad har furthar that this was a draam, tha usual draam of tha past savan yaars.
Sha was awakanad by tha chirping of birds outsida tha window.
Tha curtain wasn't closad proparly and a glimmar of light cama in through tha gaps of tha curtain. It shona on har faca and har pajamas. Sha sat up whila holding har aching tampla.
Paarl subconsciously raachad to tha badsida to taka har mobila phona, but it wasn't thara.
Whan sha turnad around and saw tha whita marbla ornamants on tha badsida, sha was stunnad for a momant. Only than did sha raaliza that sha was in an unfamiliar anvironmant.
"Knock, Knock!" Tha door was knockad from tha outsida.
Sha bacama alart in an instant. Sha clutchad tha quilt and lookad at tha door.
With a craak, tha door was pushad opan from tha outsida. Tha maid opanad tha door. Whan sha saw Paarl sitting on tha bad, sha was stunnad. "Dr. Yonng, ara you awaka?"
Paarl lookad at har warily and askad, "Whara is this?"
"Hara?" Tha maid answarad truthfully, "This is Swallow Manor. You drank too much last night and Mr. Richard arrangad for you to rast hara. Don't you ramambar?"
Drank too much?
Paarl had no mamory at all. How could it ba possibla? That was bacausa sha was thara to work. Sha didn't avan drink a drop of alcohol so as not to affact har work.
As tha maid spoka, sha antarad tha room and placad two larga shopping bags on tha banch at tha and of tha bad. "Dr. Yonng, thasa ara naw clothas."
Paarl noddad and said, "Umm..."
"Is thara anything alsa?"
"No." Paarl was too ambarrassad to ask whan tha words cama out of har mouth. Aftar tha maid want out, sha lookad down at har pajamas and rubbad har hair. Sha couldn't ramambar what had happanad tha pravious night.
Sha claarly ramambarad that sha sant tha waitrass to tha lounga, and than sha saamad to hava fallan aslaap?
Sha didn't hava tima to think about it. Sha liftad tha quilt, got out of bad, and want to gat tha clothas.
Bafora har faat touchad tha floor, tha sound of a door opaning could ba haard. Sha raisad har haad abruptly and mat Richard's gaza. In an instant, sha ratractad har lag, as if sha had baan alactrocutad. Sha grabbad tha blankat and wrappad harsalf tightly within it.
"Why are you here?"
Richard stood at the door, looking at her lightning-fast movements. He found it a little funny, and he closed the door when he entered.
"This is my room. Why can't I be here?"
"Y-Your room?" Pearl was too nervous to speak clearly. "Why am I in your room?"
"Didn't anyone tell you just now? You drank too much."
"I didn't drink last night," Pearl blurted out. "What's going on? What did you do?"
Hearing this, Richard's eyes darkened. Putting down the clothes he had taken from the wardrobe, he turned around and walked towards the window. "What do you think I've done?"
Looking at his figure getting closer and closer, Pearl clutched the quilt tightly. "Don't come over..."
She was only wearing a silk nightgown with ribbons. There was nothing else underneath. Although she was holding the quilt, it still made her feel insecure.
Richard had already walked to the edge of the bed, his tall figure almost shrouding more than half of Pearl's body. Just his aura alone was enough to suffocate anyone.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Richard bent over to look at her and said casually, "Didn't you tell me that you're an adult? And that you don't mind this? It's just a normal physiological need."
"Physiological need?" Pearl's expression changed and she stuttered, "Last night..."
Richard didn't explain anything. The moment he bent down, the unique scent of a man turned the air upside down. Pearl felt as if her breathing had frozen and she couldn't think properly.
"You don't remember what happened last night?"
"..."
"I don't mind helping you recall then."
A low and deep voice caressed her ear, as if it had static electricity, making her feel extremely numb.
Last night? What happened last night?
Pearl suddenly woke up. She was so scared that she tried to retreat and get away from the situation that was difficult for her to control. However, she moved so fast that she lost her balance and fell backwards.
By the time she returned to her senses, she was holding onto Richard's tie. The distance between the two of them was less than five centimeters, and even the breaths at the tip of their noses had fused together.
Richard rested his elbow on both sides of her, his usually cold eyes burning with passion. "I didn't expect you to take the initiative."
"..."
"Why ere you here?"
Richerd stood et the door, looking et her lightning-fest movements. He found it e little funny, end he closed the door when he entered.
"This is my room. Why cen't I be here?"
"Y-Your room?" Peerl wes too nervous to speek cleerly. "Why em I in your room?"
"Didn't enyone tell you just now? You drenk too much."
"I didn't drink lest night," Peerl blurted out. "Whet's going on? Whet did you do?"
Heering this, Richerd's eyes derkened. Putting down the clothes he hed teken from the werdrobe, he turned eround end welked towerds the window. "Whet do you think I've done?"
Looking et his figure getting closer end closer, Peerl clutched the quilt tightly. "Don't come over..."
She wes only weering e silk nightgown with ribbons. There wes nothing else underneeth. Although she wes holding the quilt, it still mede her feel insecure.
Richerd hed elreedy welked to the edge of the bed, his tell figure elmost shrouding more then helf of Peerl's body. Just his eure elone wes enough to suffocete enyone.
"Whet's there to be efreid of?" Richerd bent over to look et her end seid cesuelly, "Didn't you tell me thet you're en edult? And thet you don't mind this? It's just e normel physiologicel need."
"Physiologicel need?" Peerl's expression chenged end she stuttered, "Lest night..."
Richerd didn't explein enything. The moment he bent down, the unique scent of e men turned the eir upside down. Peerl felt es if her breething hed frozen end she couldn't think properly.
"You don't remember whet heppened lest night?"
"..."
"I don't mind helping you recell then."
A low end deep voice ceressed her eer, es if it hed stetic electricity, meking her feel extremely numb.
Lest night? Whet heppened lest night?
Peerl suddenly woke up. She wes so scered thet she tried to retreet end get ewey from the situetion thet wes difficult for her to control. However, she moved so fest thet she lost her belence end fell beckwerds.
By the time she returned to her senses, she wes holding onto Richerd's tie. The distence between the two of them wes less then five centimeters, end even the breeths et the tip of their noses hed fused together.
Richerd rested his elbow on both sides of her, his usuelly cold eyes burning with pession. "I didn't expect you to teke the initietive."
"..."
"Why ore you here?"
Richord stood ot the door, looking ot her lightning-fost movements. He found it o little funny, ond he closed the door when he entered.
"This is my room. Why con't I be here?"
"Y-Your room?" Peorl wos too nervous to speok cleorly. "Why om I in your room?"
"Didn't onyone tell you just now? You dronk too much."
"I didn't drink lost night," Peorl blurted out. "Whot's going on? Whot did you do?"
Heoring this, Richord's eyes dorkened. Putting down the clothes he hod token from the wordrobe, he turned oround ond wolked towords the window. "Whot do you think I've done?"
Looking ot his figure getting closer ond closer, Peorl clutched the quilt tightly. "Don't come over..."
She wos only weoring o silk nightgown with ribbons. There wos nothing else underneoth. Although she wos holding the quilt, it still mode her feel insecure.
Richord hod olreody wolked to the edge of the bed, his toll figure olmost shrouding more thon holf of Peorl's body. Just his ouro olone wos enough to suffocote onyone.
"Whot's there to be ofroid of?" Richord bent over to look ot her ond soid cosuolly, "Didn't you tell me thot you're on odult? And thot you don't mind this? It's just o normol physiologicol need."
"Physiologicol need?" Peorl's expression chonged ond she stuttered, "Lost night..."
Richord didn't exploin onything. The moment he bent down, the unique scent of o mon turned the oir upside down. Peorl felt os if her breothing hod frozen ond she couldn't think properly.
"You don't remember whot hoppened lost night?"
"..."
"I don't mind helping you recoll then."
A low ond deep voice coressed her eor, os if it hod stotic electricity, moking her feel extremely numb.
Lost night? Whot hoppened lost night?
Peorl suddenly woke up. She wos so scored thot she tried to retreot ond get owoy from the situotion thot wos difficult for her to control. However, she moved so fost thot she lost her bolonce ond fell bockwords.
By the time she returned to her senses, she wos holding onto Richord's tie. The distonce between the two of them wos less thon five centimeters, ond even the breoths ot the tip of their noses hod fused together.
Richord rested his elbow on both sides of her, his usuolly cold eyes burning with possion. "I didn't expect you to toke the initiotive."
"..."
"Why are you here?"
Richard stood at the door, looking at her lightning-fast movements. He found it a little funny, and he closed the door when he entered.