Chapter 206 He Is An Aristocrat From England (Part One)

A servant led Polly to the castle, which looked ancient, serious and magnificent. It was said that it was
the home of a British aristocratic friend of Bruce.

She was nervous. When Lucy sent her to the airport, she received a call from assistant. They said that
Jean had to leave an hour in advance to fly to England, so they were late.

His bedroom was located in the third room on the east side of the second floor, facing the garden.
According to the servant's introduction, he should be on the balcony at this time.

The sun was beaming and the breeze blew through the clean glass window. The tassels on the window
were swinging. Standing on the light and graceful drapes of the tent, they looked at each other and
enjoyed the afternoon leisurely when they were having coffee, which was in Bruce's hand.

This was what Polly imagined. At this moment, Jean was probably flirting with Bruce. She secretly told
the servant not to disturb anyone in the room. She had made up her mind to take a look from a
distance and leave as soon as possible if there was nothing wrong with Bruce.

But Lucy was right. Everyone should have a clear estimation of himself.

She was not confident, not at all.

A servant brought her to the garden and stopped at the window of Bruce's bedroom. She dared not get
too close, nor dare she walk to the opposite side at once, because she was afraid of being seen by
Bruce.

The servants were confused about her cautiousness. However, these non noble people closest to the
upper class had good personal education. After sending her to her destination, he left without asking
her anything.



The garden was large. In the middle of the garden, there was a large area of red roses, which was very
suitable for the construction of the ancient castle, showing the elegant and noble temperament. Polly
walked along the path that the gardeners usually walked on. She carefully avoided the sharp thorns on
the stem and trudged through the rose bushes.

She looked around and didn't see anyone on the balcony. She guessed that they were not in the right
position, so she walked to the middle and went straight to the balcony.

She was sure that there was no one on the balcony. The windows were all closed and the curtain was
drawn so that she couldn't see the scene inside. The hot sunlight burned her hot skin, and the sweat on
her forehead gathered into beads and flowed down her cheek. The hair at her temples was wet, and
clung to her skin.

In such a hot day, waves of ice like coldness pierced her temples.

He closed the window and drew the curtain in the daytime. Why did the man in the room need to be so
secretive? After the dangerous experience, he didn't want to hide his true feelings any more. His
feelings towards Jean were like fire. He didn't want to suppress it anymore.

She couldn't think about it any more. The sunlight reflected on the white eaves, which made her as
bright as the snow. She felt dizzy and powerless as if she was sweating too much.

But if she came for nothing, she could give up in front of the reality. 'when I remember things, I can
comfort myself. Now I'm here. Although things didn't turn out as I expected, I've tried my best.

If Lucy asked when she got back, she could answer like this. She was born rebellious and didn't satisfy
her status. But she was not that kind of person.

She stepped on a stone, which slipped and shook uncontrollably. She instinctively reached out to the
rose branches around her, in order to stabilize herself. There was a sharp pain in her palm, and she



laughed at herself. She forgot that rose was thorny.

It was because of the sudden pain that made her mind a little sober. She looked down at the bloody
palm and drew out two spikes that had intruded into the flesh.

She had been highly nervous since she had boarded the plane yesterday. She hadn't eaten or drunk
anything for several hours. The movie constantly replayed the scenes of the two of them in her mind.
The moment she got off the plane, she was exhausted. She felt her first foot on the land of a foreign
country was soft.

She thought about it carefully. She had suffered a lot. Why did she come all the way here?

She wanted to find out what was going on with Bruce. He should have been in JC Island. Why did he
come here? Since he was fine, why didn't he call her? Why didn't he answer her phone when she
called him? What did he mean by staying abroad?

The answer to these questions was what she urgently wanted to know. These had nothing to do with
Jean and whom he chose to be with.

She couldn't go back without seeing him first. Even if the answer was to embarrass her, she had to find
it out.

Just like her hand which was bleeding now, it would not stay in this state forever. The blood would
condense, the wound would scab and the scars would fade away one day.

When Owen had left, she had thought that she couldn't live anymore, but eventually she had come. In
the journey of time, as long as life is alive, there will be countless tomorrow in the future.

Her cell phone rang at that time, which brought her back to the reality. Now that her hand was covered
with blood, she couldn't take out her phone. She quickly took out a facial tissue, pulled two pieces of



paper and wrapped her hand in it.

The call was from Lucy. She felt warm in her heart.

It was just that this woman was too impatient. She had only been here for a short time, but she had
called to ask about the situation. The problem was, she didn't know how to tell them now.


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