Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Anthony Brown

Anthony Brown kept frowning as he thought of Rosemary Button. He is really a big fool, that's why he once had an entangled relationship with her.Although that is forgivable for men, of course, she looks very pleasing to people.He could not take his eyes off her for a moment that night in Dorchester, as pretty as a belle in church--and probably as bright! He fell in love with her.I tried my best to find someone to introduce him to.This is quite unforgivable for him who should concentrate on his business.After all, he didn't come on vacation for fun. However, Rosemary Barton's beauty is enough to make people find excuses for their short-term neglect of duty.All that contributed to his self-condemnation today, wondering how he could be so confused, but luckily he had nothing to regret.Almost from the moment he spoke to her, her charm had faded a little.Everything returned to normal.That's not love -- and it's not even infatuation.Just a good time, nothing more and nothing less, that's all.

He had had a good time, and so had Rosemary.She danced like an angel, and no matter where he took her, the man would turn and stare at her.It's a pleasant feeling, as long as you don't expect her to talk to you.He's glad he didn't marry her.What do you do once you get tired of looking at that perfect face and body?She could not understand even some of the wiser words.She's the kind of woman who wants you to tell her every morning, over breakfast, that you love her like hell! Well, there's nothing wrong with thinking about those things now. He was in love with her, wasn't he? .

He is her dance partner.Call her up, take her out, dance with her, kiss her in a taxi.He had been fooling himself until that moment of alertness, that unbelievable day. He remembered her, the reddish-gold hair that flopped over the ears; the long eyelashes and the big royal blue eyes that sparkled; the soft, slightly pursed lips. "Anthony Browne. Great name!" He said softly: "A distinguished family. Henry VIII had a steward named Anthony Browne." "I guess it's your ancestor!" "I can't promise." "You better not!" He raised his eyebrows.

"I am of colonial descent." "It's not the Italian one, is it?" "Oh," he laughs, "because of my olive face? I have a Spanish mother." "That's enough to explain." "Explain what?" "Many, many things, Mr. Anthony Browne." "You like my name very much." "I think so. A good name." Then like a thunderbolt: "Better than Tony Morelli." He couldn't believe his ears for a moment!It's so unbelievable, so impossible! He grabs her arm.She flinched from his grasp. "Yeah, you're hurting me!"

"Where did you hear the name?" His voice was harsh and menacing. " She was laughing with delight at the effect she had made, what an incredible little douchebag! "Who told you that?" "Someone who knows you." "Who? It's a serious matter, Rosemary. I must know." She glanced at him. "One of my disreputable cousins, Victor Drake." "I've never met anyone with that name." "I'm afraid that when you knew him, he didn't use this name, so as not to hurt the family's reputation." Anthony said slowly, "I see. Is that—in jail?"

"That's right. I called out Vito for his rebellion—told him he was a disgrace to our family, and of course he didn't give a shit. Then he grinned and said, 'You ain't so good yourself, sweetheart. There's I saw you dancing the other night with a prisoner who got out of jail - actually, he was one of your best boyfriends, I heard he called himself Anthony Browne, but in jail he was called Don Ni Morelli.'” Anthony said in a brisk voice: "I ought to meet this young friend. We should get together, brothers and sisters." Rosemary shook her head. "It's too late. He's already sailed for South America, and set sail yesterday."

"I see." Anthony took a deep breath, "Then you are the only one who knows my dark secret?" She nodded. "I won't expose you." "You better not." His voice became serious. "Listen, Rosemary, that's a dangerous thing to do. You don't want to get scars on your pretty face, do you? Some people don't hesitate to do something as small as ruin a girl's beauty." ...and another way is to secretly 'kill' her. These things don't just happen in books or movies, but in real life." "Are you scaring me, Tony?"

"warn you." Will she take the warning?Did she know he meant it?Stupid little idiot.In her beautiful head, there is no brain at all.You can't expect her to keep her mouth shut.However, he still had to make his words clear first and try his luck. "Forget you've ever heard the name Tony Morelli, you know?" "But I don't mind at all, Tony. I'm open. It's exciting enough for me to meet a criminal. You don't have to feel ashamed." Ridiculous little idiot.He stared at her coldly.Looking back now, he wondered how he thought he cared.He'd never been able to bring himself to hurt a fool—let alone a fool with a pretty face.

"Forget about Tony Morelli," he said grimly. "I mean it. Don't mention that name again." He had to get out, that was the only way.The woman cannot be expected to keep her mouth shut; she will say whatever she wants. She smiled at him—a seductive smile, but it didn't move him. "Don't be so fierce. Take me to Gero's dance next week." "I'm not here anymore. I'm leaving." ,. "Don't leave before my birthday party. You can't let me down. I've counted you in. Don't turn me down. I've had the flu, I've been very sick, and I'm feeling weak, and I can't be mad. You Must come."

He should stand his ground, he should be desperate - leave now. He didn't, however, and through an open door he saw Iris coming downstairs.Iris, tall and slender, has a fair face, black hair and big gray eyes.Iris is not as beautiful as Rosemary, but she has qualities that Rosemary cannot have. At the time, he had hated himself for being a captive, however shallow, to Rosemary's submissive charm.He felt what he felt, just as Romeo thought of Rosaline when he first met Juliet.Anthony Browne had a change of heart. In an instant, he took completely different actions.