"Mr. Windsor?"
The young female flower farr was a Chinese student, an exchange student lodging with an old flower grower’s family on the estate, who would co to the manor to help out with her host family’s flower work on her days off.
This wasn’t the first ti Eric had seen this girl, but it was the first ti he had, in a daze, taken her voice for soone else’s...
Maybe all girls in their early twenties were the sa—pretty, lively, a bit mischievous...
Making a nearly forty-year-old single man like him feel sothing fresh, sothing young, sothing he couldn’t resist.
Eric lost the urge to "bury flowers," stood up, clapped his hands, and casually asked her in the local language,
"Are you getting used to tending the flowers here?"
The girl’s skin was on the darker side, probably from being out in the sun a lot. Black eyes, a small nose dotted with a few freckles, which sohow didn’t make her look the least bit unpleasant.
"The environnt here is great, and following Mrs. Downton, I can learn a lot too."
Mrs. Downton was the elderly flower farr who hosted her.
Eric inclined his head slightly.
"Good."
"Mr. Windsor, you still haven’t answered my question."
The girl was tall and slender, at least one-seventy. Standing in front of Eric, she didn’t seem short at all, yet still had to tilt her face up slightly to look straight at him.
She was a girl who wasn’t shy around strangers and liked to talk.
Unlike a certain girl who wanted to hide the mont she saw soone new.
"What?"
The girl pointed at the little pit where Eric had just dug two spadefuls of earth, pouted her lips toward it.
"Were you burying flowers just now?"
"..."
Eric’s gaze also fell on the spot where he had just been digging. For a mont...
The girl looked at Eric, and in those water-blue eyes of his there seed to be countless layers of sorrow and pity, so much that just looking at him made one feel... heartache.
"No."
Eric ca back to himself and looked at the girl.
"Oh, haha, I thought Mr. Windsor had such a hidden side to you, that you’d be as sentintal as Lin Daiyu from Red Chamber, one of the Four Great Classical Novels of my country, so moved by withered petals that you would—"
"Get back to work. I’m going inside."
"Ah? Oh..."
The girl froze for a second; she really was very talkative and not afraid of strangers.
The owner of this manor—Eric Windsor—she knew who he was, knew he had plenty of bad rumors around him, but she also knew he was an extraordinary entrepreneur.
He wasn’t that young anymore, but with that handso face, those water-blue eyes, who knew how many won’s souls he could steal away.
Tall and strong, he could wear any kind of clothes and make them look uniquely stylish.
The girl’s na was Qin Lai, twenty-two years old, a current exchange student at London University.
Like all young girls her age, beneath the heavy load of schoolwork, she had begun to yearn a little for love.
The first ti she saw Eric, Qin Lai felt as if the gates of fate had swung open.
Eric didn’t co to this manor very often; once or twice a month, staying two or three days at most, was already a lot.
In truth, Qin Lai hadn’t seen him many tis either.
She had no other designs; Eric was at least thirty-five or thirty-six now. For him to date her at his age would really be a bit too old.
She just... wanted to look at him. Once, then once more. That was all.
A gentle, graceful lady is what a gentleman admires.
A modest gentleman is simply what a lady can’t help but yearn for.
Eric went back inside, but not to the house where Su Xiaong and Yin Shixiu were, rather to the small, separate building at the back right of that house.
The mont he stepped into this standalone villa, that almost suffocating flood of longing crashed over him.
The sitting room wasn’t large. She had stood in the center of it and, at the instant he stepped through the door, shouted "Surprise!"
Then, accompanied by the most childish music, she had started doing that silly bunny dance...
His water-blue eyes glistened faintly, his body leaning slightly against the entryway, both hands in his trouser pockets, as he looked at the empty room, so desolate it made one feel a deep, bleak chill.
Ti is easy to lose, and once it’s gone, it can never be chased back.
"Don’t co looking for anymore. Every ti I see you, I think of Cherry, I think of that terrorist attack, I think of that fire..."
"Cherry is already dead! And Xiao ng and her child are both safe, aren’t they?"
"Eric, I don’t know what won in the United Kingdom are like, I don’t know what other won are like, but I know what kind of person I am."
"..."
"My heart is far, far smaller than you think. Your betrayal of has already been frozen in my mind as sothing eternal."
"..."
"Chu Jiao, pregnant with your child, was ruthlessly abandoned by you. That great blaze that filled the sky nearly burned my friend to death, bullets screaming past my ears—this past half year it’s all been my daily, terrifying nightmare..."
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