Chapter 2 Chapter two
"You're such a sweet little thing," Trace whispered in Renee's ear, and bit her earlobe, but when Renee gradually woke up, he stepped back quickly, ready to appreciate Renee's languid sleep when she was awake. lazy gesture.Sure enough, Renee stretched before she opened her eyes, and she was smiling slightly, the shirt on her chest was also tight, and her creamy skin was also faintly visible.
"It's you." Seeing him, Renee sat up and punched Tris with two fists.
Trace squeezed her two fists together into a pair of big hands effortlessly. "I'm just waiting for you to welcome me!" He said with satisfaction, and pulled Renee into his arms. "I always forget that you are a lady, because you always rush into my arms like this."
"I didn't rush into your arms!" Renee gritted her teeth, "Why do you always distort my meaning? You clearly know that I don't want to stay, you don't let me go, you have no right..."
Trace blocked her words with a kiss, "If you will tell me to take you there, I will let you go immediately, a young girl like you will not be without relatives, you just need to reveal a name , I’ll take you back.”
"No, I can't tell you, because you will definitely brag about us and publicize our affairs. You just need to let me go, and I will go home by myself."
"You won't lie." Trace laughed, "Because I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at your eyes, I've told you many times how to send you back, I'm too lazy to tell you I won't give in, so I advise you to accept this fact as soon as possible and tell me your name."
Renee suddenly pulled away and raised her chin, "Let's compete to see who is stubborn." She smiled slyly, "I know you are going back to the United States soon, so you must let me go when the time comes."
Trace thought about it for a while, "I'll figure out a way then, right?" He touched his chin, "I really don't want to leave your beautiful legs to be coveted when I go back to the United States."
Renee exclaimed, trying to grab a corner of the quilt to cover herself, but unfortunately one end of the quilt was hooked.Trace leaned towards her and helped her pull the quilt up, but took the opportunity to get into the inside of her shirt and touched her buttocks, Renee screamed, stood up immediately, and wrapped the quilt tightly, "How can you do this To me? How did I offend you? I have never done anything wrong in my life, why am I treated like this? "
Trace lowered his eyes because of Renee's visceral protest. "I've never done this kind of thing." He admitted, "Maybe I should let you go, but I really can't." Because if I do this, it will be like sending a lamb to a tiger." When he looked up, his eyes were full of tenderness, "I really have no choice in this matter, I can't let you go, but I I don't want to lock you up either...God! I don't even have a slave myself, how could I be in trouble with an innocent little girl?" After he finished speaking, he sat down heavily on a chair in the corner of the room.
Seeing his helpless and remorseful expression, Renee felt the urge to comfort him, and when they were embarrassed and speechless, she noticed various parcels piled up on boxes in the corner of the room, "Did you bring me some clothes? she asked quietly.
"Yes." Trace grinned, and the frustration just now disappeared immediately. He tore apart the rope of a package, and took out a velvet dress that was brown, almost red, and golden, and he handed it to To Renee, and then explained, "The color of this dress is like your eyes. It's not red, it's not brown, it's not gold, it's a tricolor."
Renee looked up at him in surprise, "It's...so romantic, I didn't know you..."
Trace laughed and took the clothes back, "You don't know too much about me, and I don't even know you. You didn't even tell me your name."
Renee hesitated and reached out to gently touch the velvet on his arm. Her clothes were always made of the cheapest material, and this velvet was the most beautiful material she had ever seen, but although she wanted to wear this dress , but she didn't dare to be too careless, "My name is Renee." She replied softly.
"What's your last name? Just Renee?"
"I can only tell you this, if you think you can bribe me with new clothes, then you are wrong." She replied proudly.
"I never bribe people." Trace replied flatly, "I have already told you the conditions for letting you go, and it has nothing to do with this dress." He threw the velvet clothes on the bed, and then went to open other boxes, I dumped the contents of the box on the bed one by one, and saw that it included another light blue silk dress and a pink cotton nightgown.In addition, there are two pairs of leather shoes, which just match the two newly bought clothes.
"Ah! It's so beautiful, so beautiful." Renee rubbed the silk gown against her cheek.
Trace stared at Renee, fascinated by her, who was a cross between a little girl and a woman—angry, like an angry kitten, innocent and charming in another way.When he looked at the smile in her eyes, he felt as if he was possessed, and he couldn't think of anything else but her.He slowly sat down beside Renee, "Do you like it? I don't know what kind of clothes or that color you like, but the people in the store told me that these are the latest styles."
Renee didn't answer, but just looked at him with a smile.
Trace stared at her charming smile, feeling a strong possessive desire in his heart, just like how he felt about his manor.He leaned into Renee's arms without hesitation, and without giving her time to protest, kissed her hungrily, a kiss he hoped would make up for how much he'd missed her throughout the day.
"My clothes," Renee exclaimed, "you're going to crush them."
Trace threw all the clothes on the chair, "I miss you all day," he whispered, "What magic did you cast on me?"
Although Renee's heart was pounding because of his approach, she still tried to pretend not to care and said, "I don't have any magic power at all, otherwise I will ask you to let me go."
"Do you really want me to let you go?" Trace asked roughly, and began to kiss the side of her snow-white neck.
Renee knew Trace was going to do that horrible thing to her again.However, although she knew it, she didn't push Trace away, because she wanted to snuggle into his arms too much, and liked the way he kissed too much, his masculine breath and his terrifying touch, his huge body , she especially felt that she was petite and safe, as if she was protected by layers of protection.
All her thoughts stopped when she felt Trace's lips move to her bare breasts, and she moaned, wrapping her hands around his shoulders.However, just when she was in a daze, Trace slowly pushed her away. She opened her eyes in confusion, and found that Trace was standing in front of her undressing. She silently watched Trace's every move, unable to move her gaze away open.
Under the slanting light of the setting sun, the room they were in was dyed golden, making an ordinary room become resplendent and dazzling.She stared at Tracey's naked body inch by inch without blinking, her expression changed from curiosity to awe.Against the background of the setting sun, Tracey is like a Roman statue, and there is no place that does not give people a feeling of strength and beauty, "Oh, my God!" She browsed Tracey without any embarrassment.
Trace smiled and lay down beside her, "Although you are always protesting, I bet you will become a lecherous goblin after I teach you well."
"No, don't." Renee resisted weakly for the last time, but Trace ignored it at all. He removed Renee's remaining clothes, and then began to caress skillfully and boldly. At the same time, his mirage , Tongue, and teeth are also wanton kissing, licking, and biting.
This time, when Trace finally got inside her, instead of pain, she felt fine, and she met him dazedly and awkwardly, not knowing how to relieve her growing lust, "Take it easy, kitty , take your time." Trace held her hips and began to guide her.
Renee didn't understand what Trace meant, but she had no choice but to obey Trace's mercy.Soon, she felt her body swell and rise invisible, and when Trace gradually picked up the speed, she was more infected with his excitement, she arched her body against Trace, and finally it was like a cannon fire in her body Like an explosion, it was dazzling, scorching, and dazzling for a while, but after a long time, it still made her unforgettable.
Trace lay weakly on top of her, his body dripping with sweat, and Renee felt the same tired and sluggish, but inside she felt so light and so happy, as if all the weight had been lifted.
Renee wasn't sure if she had taken a nap, she just knew that when she woke up, the intimate moment had become part of her dream.She lay on the bed in fear, wondering how she would face Farrow in the future?Farrow must know the scandal between himself and this American, and will he not be ashamed of himself?Or even stop thinking about yourself?She wanted to explain that she was forced, but the American said that her eyes would reveal the secrets of her heart, so how could she deceive Farrow?God!If her eyes could really speak, wouldn't everyone in the world know that she had no sense of chastity?
Trace finally woke up. He leaned on his elbow and looked down at Renee with a smile. "I'm right," he whispered, and reached out to stroke her loose hair, "After I teach you..."
Renee pushed his hand away and pulled back a lock of her hair. "Don't touch me!" she growled, "You've forced me to do too many things I don't want to do."
Trace chuckled angrily, "Have we returned to the old question? I thought you should see the truth this time!"
"Facts, of course I see the facts clearly, because the facts are all there, you are detaining me, and your behavior is the same as that of the lowest hooligan."
Trace sighed, rolled out of bed, and began to dress, "Did I tell you why I detained you?" He suddenly faced Renee, "Do you know how the people on the dock outside will bully you? They won't As civilized as we were just now, they lift your skirts and rape you one by one."
"I don't have a dress," Renee exclaimed, "I just have a torn pajamas."
Trace spread his hands, almost desperate, "You only see the side you want to see, right? So I feel that I have a heavier responsibility to you. I not only want to protect you from perverts, but also protect you from the perverts." Yu daydreams, thinking things are too beautiful and simple."
"You have no right to detain me," Renee turned to pleading again. "Please, please? Please let me go."
Trace didn't seem to hear her, but he opened the door and shouted downstairs, calling the waitress to bring dinner, "You'll feel better when you're full." He closed the door again.
"I'm not hungry." Renee raised her chin.
Trace grabbed her chin and turned her head to face him, "You'd better eat, or I'll pour dinner down your throat." His eyes were no longer tender, but steely will.
All Renee could do was nod, as she had done for years.
"Okay!" Trace became cheerful again, "Why don't you put on the new clothes? You will be happier when you put on the new clothes."
"Then you have to go out for a while." Renee said weakly, her fear of Trace's sudden rise still persisted.
Triss raised his eyebrows, then hugged her off the bed, and stood naked in front of him, "I've seen your whole body, if you don't want the landlord to see you like this, you'd better get dressed quickly."
Renee took the clothes that Trace had thrown her, and it occurred to her that she had no underwear to wear.However, in order to be brave, she put on a velvet dress without saying a word.It was a low-necked, high-waisted dress with ruffles on the front, and she glanced at herself in the mirror, realizing that for the first time she was dressed like a woman, not like a child, only her disheveled Her hair, flushed cheeks, and overly bright eyes all showed that she had just had sex—and enjoyed it.
When dinner came, Trace was glad that Renee wolfed it down without being pushed.It's just that Renee hesitated to answer his question from the beginning to the end, and she always looked panic-stricken. Finally, he couldn't help covering her arm, "It's a pity that British women have been indoctrinated since childhood to not enjoy sex." He comforted sympathetically, "American women are more practical, they love their men, and they're not afraid to let people know."
Renee was surprised that he guessed his mind, because she was lamenting that she was not a virgin and could never go back to her old life, she put on a fake smile and replied sweetly, "Then why don't you go back to the United States , to find you American women?"
Trace laughed loudly, even the dishes were shaking, he kissed Renee on the cheek, "Okay, little one, I have to keep some accounts, you can wait for me on the bed, or..."
"Or go out for a walk by yourself?"
"You really don't give up."
Later, when Renee was lying on the bed and silently watching Tris work, she was always wondering what Tris was busy with?But in order not to be too involved in Tris's life, she finally refrained from asking. She tossed and turned on the bed until Tris went to bed and hugged her in his arms, and she finally fell asleep.
In the morning, when Renee lazily woke up, Trace had long since disappeared. She took a bath in boredom, then wandered around the room idly, but Trace didn't show up until lunch time.When the sun was sinking and she was cursing Farrow to fight Tris and stabbed Tris to death with a sword, Tris's unique and deep voice came from downstairs. No, she endured it for a long time before she greeted Tracy's return with a smile. Trace looked at her as soon as he entered the door, and smiled sincerely, "You look beautiful in this dress." He took off his hat and coat, then sat down on the chair tiredly, and sighed deeply, " I'm not so tired after working in the fields all day," he sighed, "You British are a bunch of narrow-minded snobs, they don't even have the patience to listen to my questions, let alone expect them to answer." Renee tried to hide her curiosity. "Maybe they don't like your question?" Trace knew what she was thinking, so he deliberately replied, "I just asked if they knew that someone lost a beautiful but unreasonable young woman." Renee opened her mouth to protest, but she suddenly realized that Trace was deliberately provoking her, "Then what did they say?" Trace frowned in confusion, "Not only can I not ask anyone who lost a girl like you, but I can't ask anyone who has seen you before." Renee was not surprised, because she never had visitors in the place where she lived, and she almost never stepped out of the house. She was like a princess locked in an old castle, never eating the fireworks of the world. Trace studied her expression, hoping to get some answers from her expression. He didn't tell Renee that he hired three people to investigate in Liverpool, but there was no clue at all. He kept thinking about how to arrange it before he returned to the United States. Renee is fine, "You ran away from home, didn't you?" He confirmed his guess from Renee's expression, "I just don't understand where you escaped from? And why is no one looking for you? " Renee looked away to keep him from seeing her sadness. "I can only guess that you probably did something that made your family very angry." Trace continued to pay attention to Renee's expression, "Since I know you didn't fool around with other men, I think you probably refused to marry Someone they set up for you, right? Is that guy old and ugly?" "You guessed it wrong." Renee replied playfully. Trace laughed, because from the look in Renee's eyes, he knew that his guess was not right or far away. However, although he smiled, he was very angry in his heart. Who could have the heart to treat such an innocent girl? kicked into the street?And let her wear pajamas?Even if it was a moment of anger at the time, why has it been ignored so far. "I was thinking, since you have no reason to stay in England, you might as well go back to America with me." "What!" Renee jumped up from the chair, "America is still a wild land, undeveloped, how can I go? There are Indians, poisonous snakes and beasts, and a bunch of savage people... Don't! If you beat me to death, I won't go with you to such a backward place." The humor no longer flashed in Trace's eyes, he stood up and walked towards Renee, "You bloody British, I've been mad at you British gentlemen all day, they look down on me because my accent and clothes don't suit them Or maybe it's because they had relatives who died in the War of Independence—they don't want to think that I was just a kid back then, and I've had enough of your insults, so you'd better not mess with me. " Renee stepped back in horror, subconsciously extending her hands to her neck, as if seeking self-defense. "I have treated you with trepidation for too long, from now on you have to listen to me, you have no friends here, if I throw you down, then I will never sleep well in the future, I am too lazy to talk to you You explain what America is like because you've got preconceived notions, and I'm talking nonsense, but when we're in Virginia, you can find other things that 'English ladies' do, so you don't have to stay Becoming a street girl here." He pushed Renee to the corner and glared at her sharply, "Did you hear me clearly?" He slammed the door and walked out without giving Renee a chance to answer. locked. "Listen clearly," Renee murmured into the empty room. Renee is glad that Trace is gone, because Trace's presence has always prevented her from thinking quietly.She lay down on the bed in a disturbed mood, and began to think wildly by herself.For a while, she thought of how to anger the fierce American and escape to freedom, for a while, she thought of all kinds of terrible legends about Americans, and for a while, she even thought of how Farrow rescued her at a critical moment... She didn't know when she fell into a deep sleep , she only knew that when she opened her eyes again, the room was already full of light.Her mood worsened when she realized that Trace hadn't returned overnight, leaving her to fend for herself in the room.Just when she was sulking alone, there was a sound of unlocking the door, she deliberately turned her head not to look at Tracy, but unexpectedly, there were a few women's chuckles at the door, she sat in surprise When I got up, I found three women came in with some thick books and some baskets. "Are you Miss Renee?" A petite and charming woman with dark skin asked, "I am Mrs. Rosa, and they are my assistants. We are here to measure your luggage. I heard that you are going to the United States." going, right?" It took Renee a long time to figure it out. It turned out that Trace had hired a tailor to prepare her luggage without asking her opinion.She was really furious, but she didn't want to vent her anger on this woman, "Okay! Let me check the fabric first, okay?" She said helplessly. The three women immediately excitedly brought out bolts of colorful and various fabrics for Renee to choose, most of which were of noble quality that Renee had never seen before, "We also brought other accessories Come." Madame Rosa instructed her assistant to show Renee a large pile of ribbons, lace, beads, silk flowers, and buckles, etc. one by one. Renee was dazzled and dazzled for a while, as if lost in a colorful world. "Because Mr. Trace only gave us one day's work, we can only help you cut all the fabrics and match the accessories. As for the manual part, Trace hired another tailor, and she will help you do it on the boat. " Renee finally came to her senses and realized that the matter was tricky. She wondered if a big boss from the colony understood the high price charged by the tailor, "Did Mr. Trace talk to you about the price?" "No, Miss." Madam Rocha replied in surprise, "He just asked me to help you prepare a full set of luggage." Renee originally wanted to imply that Trice didn't know the market, but she shut up after thinking about it. She thought gloatingly, let Trice beat his chest and feet when he received the bill!She just hoped the women didn't start tailoring until they sent out the bills, or Trace would be miserable when he couldn't pay, "Well, where do we start?" "Just start with daily clothes." Mrs. Rosha suggested. At noon, their work had almost come to an end. Although Renee was very tired, she proudly ordered a complete set of outfits suitable for a princess—it was a pity that she was not blessed to enjoy them. "There will be other people coming in the afternoon, and I will continue to help you choose hats, leather shoes, gloves, and some fur materials." Mrs. Rosha explained enthusiastically while eating the lunch brought by the waitress. "Ah, yes!" Renee replied indifferently, "how did I forget!" When the sky was approaching dusk, everyone's mood was low.Feeling guilty, Renee repeatedly urged Mrs. Rosa to send the bill to Trace before cutting. After she agreed with a smile, Mrs. Rosa finally returned home with her assistant. Renee slumped on the chair exhausted, but the anger in her heart continued unabated. She hated her behavior, because she did so by building her own happiness on the pain of others. Although she could take the opportunity to Hit Trace, but these tailors are a waste of a day, isn't it also her fault? When she finally heard Trace's heavy footsteps, her anger was on the verge of exploding, so as soon as Trace opened the door, she took off a pair of shoes and threw them right on his shoulder. "What's the matter?" Trace grinned, "I thought you'd be happier to see me tonight! Don't you always complain about having no clothes?" "I never asked you to worry about my clothes. You have no right to imprison me, and you have no right to take me to your savage country. I will not go, do you hear? I am an Englishman and I will stay in England. " "What's the use of staying here? Are you with your relatives and friends?" Triss sarcastically said, "I wasted the whole day again today, and I didn't find anything." He brushed his hair angrily, "It's really How can this be reasonable, who would have the heart to abandon a child like you?" I don't know if it's because I didn't sleep well?Or tired all day?Renee shed a beautiful teardrop from it. Could it be that Farrow and her uncle lied to Trace and refused to admit her?Over the past few days, her dream of Farrow coming to rescue her was finally shattered. Trice embraced her in his arms without saying a word. Although she protested repeatedly, Trice still hugged her tightly, she Finally lying on Tracy's shoulder, weeping uncontrollably, turning all the grievances into tears. Trace picked her up by the waist, sat on the chair together, and then rocked her like holding a baby. "Cry hard, little cat!" he said softly, "I think you should cry a long time ago." Trace's hug and concern, by contrast, showed her uncle and Farrow's unfeelingness, and made her cry even more sadly. What saddened her most was that she had no chance to prove to Farrow that she would be a good man. Mrs. When Renee gradually calmed down, Trace stroked her hair and asked softly, "Can you tell me why you are so unhappy?" Of course Renee couldn't tell him about Farrow, "because I'm a prisoner," she said harshly, looking up. Trace continued to stroke her hair, and her voice was still full of patience and understanding, "I think you were already a prisoner before I met you, so you were thrown out as garbage, and no one knew. " "Trash!" Renee exclaimed, "How can you call me trash?" Tracey smiled sympathetically, "I'm not saying you're trash, I mean someone treats you like trash." His expression turned confused, "But what I don't understand is why someone treats you like this, but you Seems like you want to go back?" "I...I...no one..." Renee stuttered, tears welling up again, because it hurt her so much for Trace to say that. "Actually, being an orphan is not the worst thing." Trace comforted, "My father also passed away very early, maybe we are destined to belong to each other!" Renee looked up at him, but inside she couldn't imagine that he belonged to anyone.On the contrary, he is like a robber who kidnaps a girl and takes it for himself. "Do you think I'm a bandit again?" Tracey said seriously, "Let me tell you, I'm different from a bandit, I will protect my woman." "Your woman!" Renee yelled. "I'm not yours! I don't even know you." Trace smiled happily, and then kissed her lips so tenderly and eagerly that Renee wrapped her arms around his neck unconsciously, "You know me well enough," he said gruffly, "so You'd better admit that you're mine sooner." "I'm not yours! I..." Renee's voice fell away as Trace began to nibble at the side of her neck, momentarily unsettling her, and she sighed, turning her neck away. "You're a goblin," Trace laughed, "and you're trying to sabotage my work schedule." He resolutely pushed Renee off his lap, "I want to stay, but I have something to do today. I may come back very late, because I will sail the day after tomorrow, and there are many things waiting for me to do." Renee didn't answer, but just lowered her head sadly, she was too easily addicted to Tracey's teasing, if she was going to set sail the day after tomorrow, she should quickly think of a way to escape, "Won't you give me a kiss?" Cui Si stood by the door and teased, "It's cold outside!" Renee grabbed another shoe and threw it at him, but this time he missed it, and Trace walked out laughing, and locked the door as usual. Renee went to bed early because she was tired all day, and without Tracey, she always felt that the bed was getting bigger and empty. When she woke up, she faintly heard the sound of Trace walking towards her, she didn't open her eyes, but only felt Trace kiss her on the cheek.When Trace walked out of the room again, she pricked up her ears to wait for the sound of locking the door, but unexpectedly, Trace seemed to have forgotten to lock the door, she sat up suddenly, and found that the door was locked. Wide open, she rubbed her eyes again to make sure she was not mistaken, she was not dreaming. She didn't dare to waste another second, and immediately reached the velvet clothes as quickly as possible, picked up the leather shoes of the same color, and then slipped out of the room quietly. I wonder if the god of luck has favored her?When she slipped out of the hotel, no one noticed her. Distraught, she chose a random direction and ran forward. She knew that Trace would soon find out that she was missing, and she hoped to run as far as possible. If Trace couldn't find her, she would give up automatically. However, although her idea was good, her bare feet began to be unbearable, and people around her began to look at her curiously. Feeling guilty, she immediately ran to the dark alley next to the two buildings and squatted in the smelly room. Between the wooden crates, the fish began to think hard about her escape journey. Just as she was putting on her shoes, she was about to find a hiding place, when she suddenly found Trace roaring anxiously in the alley, as if instructing people on the street to look for her.She immediately dived down and crouched behind the box without daring to move.It wasn't until Tracey continued to run along the main road that she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She began to understand that Trace is not such a person who gives up and admits defeat so easily, especially when she escaped while Trace was negligent, Trace must be eager to catch her back to the cage, she suddenly felt trapped, He neither dared to run out casually and risked being caught, nor was he willing to let his hands down and be forced to send him to the United States. In desperation, she knew that her only chance of getting out of trouble was to wait for the dark and then escape from the dock area. She was thinking that as long as she could find her place and find the old servant Marta who had served her for many years, she would be safe. Because Marta must have known where she was supposed to go. As she waited for dark, she glimpsed Trace twice at the entrance of the alley, still looking anxiously for her, and she was so hungry and tired that she almost called his name.Due to the former prisoner, she deliberately tied her hair up on her head, trying to show her high-class image. She believed that as long as she walked on the pier in a ladylike manner, others would not dare to act rashly. Time finally passed slowly in her thoughts and fantasies.When the sun was setting and the dusk was getting darker, she staggered to her feet. Due to the long-time fasting and squatting, her muscles and bones were cramped, her movements were weak, and she almost lost her fighting spirit. Under the call of freedom, she finally overcame the hesitation and fear, and walked towards the entrance of the alley with her head held high.She is a lady, and no one dares to harass a lady. She mustered up her courage and walked towards an unknown future.
In the morning, when Renee lazily woke up, Trace had long since disappeared. She took a bath in boredom, then wandered around the room idly, but Trace didn't show up until lunch time.When the sun was sinking and she was cursing Farrow to fight Tris and stabbed Tris to death with a sword, Tris's unique and deep voice came from downstairs. No, she endured it for a long time before she greeted Tracy's return with a smile. Trace looked at her as soon as he entered the door, and smiled sincerely, "You look beautiful in this dress." He took off his hat and coat, then sat down on the chair tiredly, and sighed deeply, " I'm not so tired after working in the fields all day," he sighed, "You British are a bunch of narrow-minded snobs, they don't even have the patience to listen to my questions, let alone expect them to answer." Renee tried to hide her curiosity. "Maybe they don't like your question?" Trace knew what she was thinking, so he deliberately replied, "I just asked if they knew that someone lost a beautiful but unreasonable young woman." Renee opened her mouth to protest, but she suddenly realized that Trace was deliberately provoking her, "Then what did they say?" Trace frowned in confusion, "Not only can I not ask anyone who lost a girl like you, but I can't ask anyone who has seen you before." Renee was not surprised, because she never had visitors in the place where she lived, and she almost never stepped out of the house. She was like a princess locked in an old castle, never eating the fireworks of the world. Trace studied her expression, hoping to get some answers from her expression. He didn't tell Renee that he hired three people to investigate in Liverpool, but there was no clue at all. He kept thinking about how to arrange it before he returned to the United States. Renee is fine, "You ran away from home, didn't you?" He confirmed his guess from Renee's expression, "I just don't understand where you escaped from? And why is no one looking for you? " Renee looked away to keep him from seeing her sadness. "I can only guess that you probably did something that made your family very angry." Trace continued to pay attention to Renee's expression, "Since I know you didn't fool around with other men, I think you probably refused to marry Someone they set up for you, right? Is that guy old and ugly?" "You guessed it wrong." Renee replied playfully. Trace laughed, because from the look in Renee's eyes, he knew that his guess was not right or far away. However, although he smiled, he was very angry in his heart. Who could have the heart to treat such an innocent girl? kicked into the street?And let her wear pajamas?Even if it was a moment of anger at the time, why has it been ignored so far. "I was thinking, since you have no reason to stay in England, you might as well go back to America with me." "What!" Renee jumped up from the chair, "America is still a wild land, undeveloped, how can I go? There are Indians, poisonous snakes and beasts, and a bunch of savage people... Don't! If you beat me to death, I won't go with you to such a backward place." The humor no longer flashed in Trace's eyes, he stood up and walked towards Renee, "You bloody British, I've been mad at you British gentlemen all day, they look down on me because my accent and clothes don't suit them Or maybe it's because they had relatives who died in the War of Independence—they don't want to think that I was just a kid back then, and I've had enough of your insults, so you'd better not mess with me. " Renee stepped back in horror, subconsciously extending her hands to her neck, as if seeking self-defense. "I have treated you with trepidation for too long, from now on you have to listen to me, you have no friends here, if I throw you down, then I will never sleep well in the future, I am too lazy to talk to you You explain what America is like because you've got preconceived notions, and I'm talking nonsense, but when we're in Virginia, you can find other things that 'English ladies' do, so you don't have to stay Becoming a street girl here." He pushed Renee to the corner and glared at her sharply, "Did you hear me clearly?" He slammed the door and walked out without giving Renee a chance to answer. locked. "Listen clearly," Renee murmured into the empty room. Renee is glad that Trace is gone, because Trace's presence has always prevented her from thinking quietly.She lay down on the bed in a disturbed mood, and began to think wildly by herself.For a while, she thought of how to anger the fierce American and escape to freedom, for a while, she thought of all kinds of terrible legends about Americans, and for a while, she even thought of how Farrow rescued her at a critical moment... She didn't know when she fell into a deep sleep , she only knew that when she opened her eyes again, the room was already full of light.Her mood worsened when she realized that Trace hadn't returned overnight, leaving her to fend for herself in the room.Just when she was sulking alone, there was a sound of unlocking the door, she deliberately turned her head not to look at Tracy, but unexpectedly, there were a few women's chuckles at the door, she sat in surprise When I got up, I found three women came in with some thick books and some baskets. "Are you Miss Renee?" A petite and charming woman with dark skin asked, "I am Mrs. Rosa, and they are my assistants. We are here to measure your luggage. I heard that you are going to the United States." going, right?" It took Renee a long time to figure it out. It turned out that Trace had hired a tailor to prepare her luggage without asking her opinion.She was really furious, but she didn't want to vent her anger on this woman, "Okay! Let me check the fabric first, okay?" She said helplessly. The three women immediately excitedly brought out bolts of colorful and various fabrics for Renee to choose, most of which were of noble quality that Renee had never seen before, "We also brought other accessories Come." Madame Rosa instructed her assistant to show Renee a large pile of ribbons, lace, beads, silk flowers, and buckles, etc. one by one. Renee was dazzled and dazzled for a while, as if lost in a colorful world. "Because Mr. Trace only gave us one day's work, we can only help you cut all the fabrics and match the accessories. As for the manual part, Trace hired another tailor, and she will help you do it on the boat. " Renee finally came to her senses and realized that the matter was tricky. She wondered if a big boss from the colony understood the high price charged by the tailor, "Did Mr. Trace talk to you about the price?" "No, Miss." Madam Rocha replied in surprise, "He just asked me to help you prepare a full set of luggage." Renee originally wanted to imply that Trice didn't know the market, but she shut up after thinking about it. She thought gloatingly, let Trice beat his chest and feet when he received the bill!She just hoped the women didn't start tailoring until they sent out the bills, or Trace would be miserable when he couldn't pay, "Well, where do we start?" "Just start with daily clothes." Mrs. Rosha suggested. At noon, their work had almost come to an end. Although Renee was very tired, she proudly ordered a complete set of outfits suitable for a princess—it was a pity that she was not blessed to enjoy them. "There will be other people coming in the afternoon, and I will continue to help you choose hats, leather shoes, gloves, and some fur materials." Mrs. Rosha explained enthusiastically while eating the lunch brought by the waitress. "Ah, yes!" Renee replied indifferently, "how did I forget!" When the sky was approaching dusk, everyone's mood was low.Feeling guilty, Renee repeatedly urged Mrs. Rosa to send the bill to Trace before cutting. After she agreed with a smile, Mrs. Rosa finally returned home with her assistant. Renee slumped on the chair exhausted, but the anger in her heart continued unabated. She hated her behavior, because she did so by building her own happiness on the pain of others. Although she could take the opportunity to Hit Trace, but these tailors are a waste of a day, isn't it also her fault? When she finally heard Trace's heavy footsteps, her anger was on the verge of exploding, so as soon as Trace opened the door, she took off a pair of shoes and threw them right on his shoulder. "What's the matter?" Trace grinned, "I thought you'd be happier to see me tonight! Don't you always complain about having no clothes?" "I never asked you to worry about my clothes. You have no right to imprison me, and you have no right to take me to your savage country. I will not go, do you hear? I am an Englishman and I will stay in England. " "What's the use of staying here? Are you with your relatives and friends?" Triss sarcastically said, "I wasted the whole day again today, and I didn't find anything." He brushed his hair angrily, "It's really How can this be reasonable, who would have the heart to abandon a child like you?" I don't know if it's because I didn't sleep well?Or tired all day?Renee shed a beautiful teardrop from it. Could it be that Farrow and her uncle lied to Trace and refused to admit her?Over the past few days, her dream of Farrow coming to rescue her was finally shattered. Trice embraced her in his arms without saying a word. Although she protested repeatedly, Trice still hugged her tightly, she Finally lying on Tracy's shoulder, weeping uncontrollably, turning all the grievances into tears. Trace picked her up by the waist, sat on the chair together, and then rocked her like holding a baby. "Cry hard, little cat!" he said softly, "I think you should cry a long time ago." Trace's hug and concern, by contrast, showed her uncle and Farrow's unfeelingness, and made her cry even more sadly. What saddened her most was that she had no chance to prove to Farrow that she would be a good man. Mrs. When Renee gradually calmed down, Trace stroked her hair and asked softly, "Can you tell me why you are so unhappy?" Of course Renee couldn't tell him about Farrow, "because I'm a prisoner," she said harshly, looking up. Trace continued to stroke her hair, and her voice was still full of patience and understanding, "I think you were already a prisoner before I met you, so you were thrown out as garbage, and no one knew. " "Trash!" Renee exclaimed, "How can you call me trash?" Tracey smiled sympathetically, "I'm not saying you're trash, I mean someone treats you like trash." His expression turned confused, "But what I don't understand is why someone treats you like this, but you Seems like you want to go back?" "I...I...no one..." Renee stuttered, tears welling up again, because it hurt her so much for Trace to say that. "Actually, being an orphan is not the worst thing." Trace comforted, "My father also passed away very early, maybe we are destined to belong to each other!" Renee looked up at him, but inside she couldn't imagine that he belonged to anyone.On the contrary, he is like a robber who kidnaps a girl and takes it for himself. "Do you think I'm a bandit again?" Tracey said seriously, "Let me tell you, I'm different from a bandit, I will protect my woman." "Your woman!" Renee yelled. "I'm not yours! I don't even know you." Trace smiled happily, and then kissed her lips so tenderly and eagerly that Renee wrapped her arms around his neck unconsciously, "You know me well enough," he said gruffly, "so You'd better admit that you're mine sooner." "I'm not yours! I..." Renee's voice fell away as Trace began to nibble at the side of her neck, momentarily unsettling her, and she sighed, turning her neck away. "You're a goblin," Trace laughed, "and you're trying to sabotage my work schedule." He resolutely pushed Renee off his lap, "I want to stay, but I have something to do today. I may come back very late, because I will sail the day after tomorrow, and there are many things waiting for me to do." Renee didn't answer, but just lowered her head sadly, she was too easily addicted to Tracey's teasing, if she was going to set sail the day after tomorrow, she should quickly think of a way to escape, "Won't you give me a kiss?" Cui Si stood by the door and teased, "It's cold outside!" Renee grabbed another shoe and threw it at him, but this time he missed it, and Trace walked out laughing, and locked the door as usual. Renee went to bed early because she was tired all day, and without Tracey, she always felt that the bed was getting bigger and empty. When she woke up, she faintly heard the sound of Trace walking towards her, she didn't open her eyes, but only felt Trace kiss her on the cheek.When Trace walked out of the room again, she pricked up her ears to wait for the sound of locking the door, but unexpectedly, Trace seemed to have forgotten to lock the door, she sat up suddenly, and found that the door was locked. Wide open, she rubbed her eyes again to make sure she was not mistaken, she was not dreaming. She didn't dare to waste another second, and immediately reached the velvet clothes as quickly as possible, picked up the leather shoes of the same color, and then slipped out of the room quietly. I wonder if the god of luck has favored her?When she slipped out of the hotel, no one noticed her. Distraught, she chose a random direction and ran forward. She knew that Trace would soon find out that she was missing, and she hoped to run as far as possible. If Trace couldn't find her, she would give up automatically. However, although her idea was good, her bare feet began to be unbearable, and people around her began to look at her curiously. Feeling guilty, she immediately ran to the dark alley next to the two buildings and squatted in the smelly room. Between the wooden crates, the fish began to think hard about her escape journey. Just as she was putting on her shoes, she was about to find a hiding place, when she suddenly found Trace roaring anxiously in the alley, as if instructing people on the street to look for her.She immediately dived down and crouched behind the box without daring to move.It wasn't until Tracey continued to run along the main road that she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She began to understand that Trace is not such a person who gives up and admits defeat so easily, especially when she escaped while Trace was negligent, Trace must be eager to catch her back to the cage, she suddenly felt trapped, He neither dared to run out casually and risked being caught, nor was he willing to let his hands down and be forced to send him to the United States. In desperation, she knew that her only chance of getting out of trouble was to wait for the dark and then escape from the dock area. She was thinking that as long as she could find her place and find the old servant Marta who had served her for many years, she would be safe. Because Marta must have known where she was supposed to go. As she waited for dark, she glimpsed Trace twice at the entrance of the alley, still looking anxiously for her, and she was so hungry and tired that she almost called his name.Due to the former prisoner, she deliberately tied her hair up on her head, trying to show her high-class image. She believed that as long as she walked on the pier in a ladylike manner, others would not dare to act rashly. Time finally passed slowly in her thoughts and fantasies.When the sun was setting and the dusk was getting darker, she staggered to her feet. Due to the long-time fasting and squatting, her muscles and bones were cramped, her movements were weak, and she almost lost her fighting spirit. Under the call of freedom, she finally overcame the hesitation and fear, and walked towards the entrance of the alley with her head held high.She is a lady, and no one dares to harass a lady. She mustered up her courage and walked towards an unknown future.