Chapter 10 chapter Ten

The slope at the back of the mansion is divided into three continuous platforms, and the wide steps lead to the vast velvety lower lawn, which is bounded by specially trimmed yew trees.This is an old fashioned garden with carefully manicured geometric beds and straight paths.A wrought-iron gate leads to the lawn below, while bronze urns rest on tall stone gateposts. Not seeing Sir Gerald, Wei An walked down the stairs.Although Kennan warned her not to go to the lawn below, she seemed to have no other choice.Suppressing a nervous sigh, she looked around, the garden was rustling, and the cat Touying suddenly barked.

"Vianne." She heard Lord Gerald calling in a low voice. "This way." His Excellency waved a hand at the cast iron gate, and motioned for her to pass. She had no choice but to walk to the garden below, because of the cold night, Wei An shivered, and saw Gerald as soon as she passed the gate.His face was pale and shapeless as blancmange in the blue light, he was of the same height and build, and his hairline receded to the top of his head.Vian studied him, and if he really had been her lover, then she should remember something or anything about him.However, seeing his face and hearing his voice did not arouse any memory in her.

At this point, he tried to hug her, but she backed away immediately. A laugh escaped Gerald's throat, and he shook his head in admiration. "Vian, you goblin," he whispered. "You're as beautiful as ever. God knows how much I want to see you again." "I can't stay too long," she replied, forcing herself into a beautiful pout. "I don't want to miss any gossip at the ball, I've been away from London for too long." "Where have you been this past month? Come on, you can tell old friends." "Are you my friend?" she retorted softly.

"If I'm not, then you have no friends." Unfortunately, this may be true.Wei'an tilted her head in a coquettish pose, playing with her hair with her fingers. "Where I go is none of your business, my lord." He paced slowly around her. "I believe I'm qualified to ask a few questions, honey." "I'll give you five minutes, and then I'm going back to the prom." "Okay, let's start with the topic of our dear good friend - Mo Kainan. What is your relationship with him? You probably didn't accept him as your latest asylum. Or, from the last time we met Your standards have lowered so much by now? Well, I guess he still has a bit of raw attraction to certain women...but he's a commoner. God, he's a thief catcher! What the hell are you doing What game are you playing?"

"No games," she replied, hiding her slight for him.This villain who sees the wind and turns the rudder, loves leisure and hates work, dares to insult Mo Kainan's blood.Mokenan has his flaws...but he is a hundred times better than Gerald. "He's an attractive man." "A big orangutan," Gerald said mockingly. "He makes me happy and he affords my taste, which is enough for me at the moment." "You are better with me," said Gerald quietly. "And you and I know it well." The black eyes looked at her greedily. "Now that the issues that stood between us have apparently been resolved, I see no reason why we should be prevented from resuming our former relationship."

question?what is the problem?Vianne yawned elegantly to cover up her sudden curiosity. "You talked to Mokenan about me," she said lazily. Sorry for changing his tone. "I thought you were dead, or I wouldn't have said a word to that bastard." "Have you revealed our 'problem' to him?" "Of course not, I won't tell anyone about it, and...because you disappeared, I'm afraid of being suspected." He paused, and asked almost timidly: "By the way, how did you solve it,"—"Solve what?" "Stop kidding, baby, of course it's about your pregnancy. You obviously had a miscarriage, or maybe it was on purpose..." He stopped uneasily. "I've thought about it for a long time, and it's really my fault that I refuse to admit that this child, but it's not that you don't know the relationship between me and my wife. Her health is not very good. Once she knows that you are pregnant, it must be a big problem for her. It was a big blow. Besides, there was no proof that the child was mine."

Wei An turned around, feeling tormented inside.Pregnant!She was pregnant with a child!Slowly, she slid her hands onto the flat diaper and pressed gently, her hands trembling uncontrollably.This can't be true, she thought frantically.God, if she was really pregnant, what happened to the baby?When she thought of any possibility, she couldn't help shivering. It must have been a miscarriage, because she didn't dare to think about other possibilities. She closed her eyes and hugged herself in fear.She's not going to take the baby off...will she?Questions of why and how it happened came at her like birds, pecking and tearing at her.

"I see," said Gerald, seeing her apparent uneasiness and concluding that she had really terminated the pregnancy on purpose. "Okay, don't blame yourself too much, honey, you are not suitable for being a mother at all, your talent should be used elsewhere." She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, and because of the extreme guilt and pain she felt, she only noticed one important thing, which Kenan must never know.If he knew what she might have done, there would be no limit to the contempt for her.He will spurn her forever... But, it will never be longer than she spurned herself.

"Vianne," Gerald's voice came as she thought desperately.He approached her from behind and grabbed her gloved arm, stroking his hands down. "Vian, leave Mokainan and come back to me tonight. He's just a contrived upper-class man. He can't do what I can do for you, you know." Vicious, angry words came to her lips, but she managed to hold them back.It's best not to make an enemy of him...he may have other uses in the future.Giving him a beautiful smile, "I'll think about it," she said. "But! Don't look forward to tonight. Now... let's go back to the ballroom separately. I don't want to appear with you, so as not to embarrass Mokenan."

"Give me a kiss before we part," Gerald demanded. She deliberately smiled ambiguously. "But I can't just give a kiss, baby. Please go away." He took her hand and squeezed it, and kissed her glove.As soon as he walked away, the smile on Wei An's face disappeared immediately, and she put her fingers on her cold and sweaty eyebrows, resisting the urge to cry.Picking a different path than Gerald's, she walked slowly back to the house. Filled with regret and fear, Wei An stopped and stood beside the thick hedge, next to a huge stone sculpture of Old Man Time. A well-timed breeze blew past her, but she was still hot and dizzy, and she knew she had to regain her composure before entering the ballroom, but she didn't want to face the crowd inside, especially Cainen.

"Whore," came a man's hateful voice in the silence, startling her. "Unless you die, I will never give up." Surprised and confused, Wei'an turned around to look for the source of the sound. The shadow was shaking around her, and her heartbeat accelerated to an unbearable level.At the sound of footsteps, she ran like a frightened rabbit.Grabbing the hem of her skirt and making a faint whimper, she rushed up the stone steps and staggered towards the place where the mansion was shining brightly. Because she stepped on water or fallen leaves, her foot slipped, and she fell heavily on the ground. hit the edge of the ladder.The severe pain made her cry out, but she stood up immediately and continued to run forward. However, it was too late, and a hand was gradually approaching her. "No!" she sobbed, flailing her hands in self-defense, but she was held tightly. There was a piercing rumbling in her ears, and it took her several seconds to recognize the familiar voice. "Weian, don't move. It's me, look at me! I'm so sorry." Blinking, she stared at him until her vision was no longer blurred with fear. "Kennan," she said through heavy breathing.He must have seen her from the house and ran over when she started to panic.He sat on the stone steps with her in his arms, his dark face was only a few inches away from her, and the moonlight made his long and straight nose shine slightly!And thick lashes create shadows on the cheeks.Wei An grabbed him, and although her fear had subsided, she still couldn't help trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "Oh, thank goodness—" "What happened?" he asked briefly. "Why are you running?" She licked her dry lips and tried to coherently speak. "Someone is talking to me behind a statue." "Is that Gerald?" "No, I guess no, no—it doesn't sound like him, but I don't—oh, look!" She pointed to a dark figure that passed the statue and disappeared between the hedges. "That's Fu Lai Tai," Kenan whispered. "One of the detectives, if there's anyone around here, he'll find him." "Don't you need to chase him too?" Kenan played with the loose lock of hair on the top of her head, gently tucking it back into place.Suddenly, a soft smile appeared on his lips. "Do you want me to leave you here alone?" "No," she said immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck even more tightly. "After what he said to me like that, I don't want to be alone." The smile on his face disappeared immediately. "Weian, what did he say to you?" She hesitated, suddenly realizing that everything must be done carefully, that the pregnancy must never be mentioned...unless she found out more about it.Getting closer to his arms and feeling his firm body, she replied carefully: "He said that he will never stop until I die." "Does that voice sound familiar?" "No, not at all." Cainen gently pulled her slipped glove back into place, her thumb resting on the soft skin under her arm.Even though he was wearing gloves himself, he could still feel the heat of her skin, which was reassuring. "Are you hurt?" he asked. "My leg...was hit in the front, but I think it's just bruises—" She protested shrillly as he began to lift her skirt. "No, not here!Wait a moment--" "There should be no broken skin." Kenan ignored her determined struggle and focused on examining the swollen bruise. "Do not move." "I'm not going to stop you from exposing my—oh, stop!" Feeling humiliated, she realized that there were other people coming up the steps.Kennen lowered her skirt; hid her wounded foot, but it was too late, Sir Conroys was before them.Wei'an buried her blushing face in Kenan's coat, and peeked at Kang Ruoshi. "It was said that Tai couldn't make out the man's face in the dark," Kang Ruoshi said expressionlessly. "However, he said that this man was tall, gray-haired, and thin.And there is an interesting coincidence.A carriage belonging to Lord Lane, who fits that description, is leaving the mansion as we speak. " "Lan," Kenan repeated, frowning suspiciously. "He's not on the list of suspects." "Is he mentioned in Miss Du's notebook?" "No." Kenan and Wei'an said in unison. Vian tugged on Kenan's coat. "In the ballroom before, there was an older man who kept staring at me... His eyes seemed to hate me, and he had a hooked nose. Is that Lord Lane?" "Possibly," Kenan replied thoughtfully. "However, I can't think of any connection between him and you. No one has mentioned him before." "Please allow me to investigate whether there is any connection between him and Miss Du's case," Kang Ruoshi said.Although the tone was like a question, it was obvious that he wasn't asking for consent. "Lan just happened to be against my bill to increase the night patrol." He smiled grimly. "I want something in return." "Of course." Kenan replied.Remove Vian from her lap and help her stand up.Sensitively aware of the way her hair was disheveled and Kenan's hand still lingering on her hip, she was glad to be a little hidden in the darkness around her. "May I go home?" she asked softly, and Sir Ruoshi answered. "Of course. Miss Du, you performed very well tonight. In my opinion, this case will be closed soon. You will soon be able to return to your previous life. " "Thank you." Vian said in a hollow voice.Maybe a little ungrateful, but she doesn't want to go back to her old life at all, and what about her forgotten memories?How and when will she regain her memory?What would she do if, in the days to come, she had to struggle to live every day without the past, without any secrets or memories?She will never be a whole person.Even if Kang Ruoshi and Kenan found the person who wanted to kill her so that she would not be attacked again, she would still face the future with fear.She didn't know who she had been; who she should be.What a strange punishment it was, depriving her of the first half of her life. Perhaps sensing the frustration in her heart, Kenan gently grabbed her arm and led her to a path around the mansion, and they walked together to the place where the carriage was parked. "If we leave without warning, what will Mrs. Richfield and the others think?" Vian asked. "They'll think we left early because I was in a rush to get you home and have sex with you." Wei An was shocked by his direct statement, and at the same time every inch of skin on her body felt hot and cold.Guessing his current mood, she really wanted to ask him directly if he really wanted to do this, but the words stuck in her throat... because she suddenly found that she wanted him to do this.All the restlessness and despair made her yearn for a moment of joyful intimacy.What's more, if you give yourself to him, who will hurt?They've done it before, she just doesn't remember it, so why not do it again?She doesn't have a good name to protect.The emptiness she felt, the loneliness, the fear... made her want to please him... and herself. She really should pull back the wandering thoughts, but instead, she felt a wild and uncomfortably dizzy, as if she had already embarked on a road of no return. The servant saw them approaching the carriage, and quickly took out the pedals for Wei An.Well-trained, he didn't seem surprised that they were leaving early, and he didn't ask any questions, simply asking about the destination. "Go home." Kenan said in a low voice, beckoning the manservant to tell the coachman, and helping Wei'an into the carriage. After entering the carriage, Wei An reached out to touch the swollen bruises on her feet, and flinched slightly. "Will it hurt?" Kenan lowered his face. "Not very good, but..." She saw a small wine cabinet with various glass bottles. "Can I have a brandy? I'm still a little uneasy after what happened." Without saying a word, Kenan poured her a small glass of brandy.Wei An picked up the cup, brought it to her lips, and drank it in one gulp.The mellow but pungent wine spread down her throat to her chest, making her eyes watery.Suppressing her cough, she raised her glass, "Please give me some more." She said hoarsely. Raising one eyebrow, he looked at her intently, and poured some more wine.The second cup of brandy enters the throat better than the first cup, and the warmth spreads throughout the body.She sighed softly, handed over her glass, and curled up comfortably in the corner of the seat. "Oh, much better," she whispered. "You have no reason to be afraid, Vianne," Kennan said, clearly thinking that was her reason for wanting a brandy. "I won't let Lane or anyone hurt you." "I know." She gave him a trusting smile, but his next words immediately put the smile off her face. "What did you talk to Gerald about in the garden down there?" "It's nothing important," she said. "Tell me what you talked about, I'll decide if it matters or not." In any case, she must not tell him about the secret pregnancy, so she had to think of other things to deal with. "Well... Lord Gerald asked me why I was with you", and he said that you were just a fake gentleman. " The comment elicited a sarcastic smile, and Vianne deduced that Kennan had been criticized in this way several times before. "All I can say is that he's not bad at judging people," Kennan responded coldly. "Go on." "Then he told me to leave you and come back to him." "How do you answer?" "I didn't say good or bad, I just said I would consider it." "Clever strategy," he said grimly. "From your standpoint, it's better to leave a few more escape routes." "I'm not going to be his mistress again," she said, insulted by his assumptions. "Who knows?" He seemed to be deliberately against her. "When it's all over..." "Do you want me to do this?" she asked angrily. "Go back to Lord Gerald? Or find another man to support me?" "No, that's not what I want." "So, you want to—" She gasped as he approached her.Swift as a predatory tiger, he lifted her into his lap and stroked her hair with one large hand, running his fingers through it so that the bobby pins fell onto the wagon. Kenan felt a burst of heat on his face, and his breathing became short and disordered.All because of this annoying woman in his arms, he's jealous, frustrated, and painfully aroused.He was tired of wanting what he couldn't get, tired of wrestling with his own moral values.He could feel her silky body against his lap and longed to lose himself in her warmth. "I want you to stay with me," he said hoarsely. "I want you to be mine." Vivian looked at him with half-lidded blue eyes, as if understanding his torture, and gently touched his face with gloved hands. "Then I'll be yours," she whispered, her brandy-scented breath brushing his face. "Because I want you too." Those words unleashed the demon of greed and thirst within him.Unable to suppress himself any longer, Kenan reached out to the edge of Vivian's glove!He took off her gloves, grabbed her bare hands, stroked his face and chin vigorously, greedily tasted her soft skin, kissed her palm, and closed his eyes due to desire and pleasure. Wei An pulled out her hand and slid her trembling fingers on his tight neck.Needing no other encouragement, he lowered his head, covered her mouth with his mouth, and asked her to open her heart.She parted her vermilion lips to welcome him to taste her sweetness, and her tongue succumbed to his aggressive and flexible tongue.Moaning softly, he held her tighter, deepening the kiss as he wanted to taste her more deeply.However, he was not satisfied, gradually, he wanted more. With a low growl, it took him a long time to move his mouth away, looking at her flushed face. "I want more of you," he said hoarsely, "you are so beautiful and sweet...Vianne...let me..." His hands fumbled for the back of her gown, tugging at the ties on it, With a harsh sound, the bronze-colored cloth slipped off, the hooks came loose, and the top slid off her snow-white skin. "Give me..." he whispered again, one arm locked tightly around her slender back, not letting her flinch.His palms encircled the roundness of her breasts, his thumbs caressing the soft pink nipples until they firmed and rose the color of them.When he lowered his head to her chest, Vian bit her lip and twisted it non-stop. His wet and hot mouth held her nipples, and flicked the tip with his tongue. Lost in brandy and passion, Vianne holds his head in her hands.Gently, skillfully, he tugged at her nipples, his huge body trembling with eager desire.Succumbing to pure physical feelings, Wei An closed her eyes, only a momentary moment of shame flashed through her mind, and she realized in despair that only a shameless woman, a prostitute, would let a man treat her like this in a carriage .But, she doesn't care, it doesn't matter how, when or where he caresses her.She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and right now, nothing could separate them. He moved to her other breast, biting her soft nipple lightly with his teeth, circling his tongue until she arched her back moaning.With every caress of his tongue, she felt a pleasurable tingle of passion between her pussy and her thighs.Eagerly, she tightened her legs and raised her knees, instinctively hoping the pain would ease. Kenan took off the gloves, grabbed her ankles, hooked her silk stockings with the calluses on her hands, spread her fingers, and slowly climbed her hands to her knees, and then further up, until the Dongde strapped with tight stockings The place.Exploring the soft skin above the garter, he slid his hand into the creped linen panties and worked his way up to find the hair between her thighs. She resisted reflexively, shivering in his lap and making vague protests.He kissed her deeply at once, and she moaned and hugged his broad shoulders, all thoughts of rejection melting like ice cubes in the sun.His hand explored the front of her panties, found a ribbon-like opening, and slipped his hand in.His fingers slid gently through her hair, his fingertips lightly touching her feminine core.Her body was shaking with confusion, fear, excitement, her head resting limply on his shoulder. His wicked exploration continued, long, gentle caresses repeated with provocative fingertips, until her feminine core became swollen and hypersensitive, and he touched her aching core of desire, drawing slowly in circles, making She wanted to scream out of joy deep inside her. Vian writhed on his leg, rubbing against the bump under his hip.Because he knew that he would possess her in the carriage at any time, he let out a trembling laugh from his throat. His fingers felt bewilderingly wet, and he probed deeper, sliding his middle finger inside her without warning.At first, she resisted the gentle intrusion, the slight heat making her twitch and arch to push him away.But she wrapped him tightly inside her, her thighs and his hands, and he whispered soothing words in her ear and kissed her. "You're so tight," he said hoarsely. "Why? Are you afraid?!" "Yes." She whispered, feeling dizzy. "You don't have to be afraid." "I...I don't remember what to do," she said.His fingers could glide more easily now, the sudden wetness signaled that she was ready for him, and he twitched his fingers slowly in a seductive rhythm, making her pussy arch longingly, the pleasurable pain increasing More intense, more intense, until she trembled and grabbed his coat. The world seemed to be upside down and spinning, she needed to touch his skin, but layers of clothes and buttons prevented her.Putting her on the carriage seat, he propped one foot on the ground, crouched over her, put his arms around her, and kissed her, his mouth wild, burning, longing, both of them Moaned at the heart-pounding pleasure. As the carriage began to shake, the air filled the scent of vanilla perfume on her skin.Leaning closer to him, Vian hugged his broad shoulders and nuzzled his throat. "I love you," he whispered, leaning her back in the seat and staring down at her face. "You don't have to say that." She said trembling slightly, although there was a lot of joy in her words. "I love you," he repeated, his green eyes shining like a cat's in the darkness. Wondering if he really understood what he said, or if he was the kind of man who couldn't tell love from lust, she stared at him speechlessly. The carriage stopped, and she found that they had reached King Street.Kenan lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Make love to me tonight, Vian."