Flowers, Swords and France

After finishing this not-so-pleasant conversation, Charles dealt with some other official business, and then left the office building of the Ministry of War in the evening and got on his carriage.

Although he was ridiculed by the Viscount Toulouse just now, Charles' mood was not affected too much. This was not only because he was broad-minded, but also because of another more important reason.

That is, he would meet other more important people later.

After a long time of galloping, the carriage brought Charles to a street with few pedestrians and mainly inhabited by small merchants. Then Charles got off the carriage and walked through the narrow alleys, and finally came to a quiet little courtyard.

He looked around and made sure that there was no suspicious person before taking out the key from his pocket and opening the door.

Then, he walked quickly inside, carefully closed the door, and then walked directly through the small courtyard into the living room.

\\No\\wrong\\ .. The decoration of the living room is very simple, the style is elegant, and there is not much life atmosphere of people living for a long time. The living room walls were covered with crimson velvet and crimson tapestries, and thick curtains were drawn on the windows. The light in the room was so dim that Charles could only vaguely see the two antique red porcelain vases on the fireplace. In the center of the living room, there was a dark yellow wooden table and chairs, and a coffee table against the wall, on which was a clock, and on the coffee table was a velvet carpet. All of this, although there were not many signs of being used, was very clean.

Obviously. Although no one lived here on a daily basis, this residence was still carefully taken care of.

However, there was no one in the living room.

Hasn't she come yet? Charles subconsciously took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

But the hands of the pocket watch told him. The agreed time had long arrived.

With a hint of doubt, he walked through the living room and walked into the small garden at the back. Then, between the flower pots and flowers, he saw her back facing the sunset.

Looking at the graceful back, Charles couldn't help but feel moved and walked towards her quickly.

"Charles?" As if awakened by the footsteps. Matilda, who had been standing there, turned around.

Although she was not dressed up, her face still looked fair and shiny. Against the backdrop of the flowers. Instead, she had a hint of freshness, and the eyes hidden behind the lenses were as bright and lively as usual.

After recognizing that the person coming was really Charles, Matilda's face turned from surprise to calmness. Of course. The joy mixed in was also captured by Charles, so his heart was also hot. "Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time, because there are more things today than I thought..." Charles smiled embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter, you are a busy man." Matilda shook her head, indicating that she didn't mind Charles's lateness, "In fact, I didn't wait for long."

Matilda's magnanimous smile made Charles feel relieved from the bottom of his heart.

He walked forward. Then he held Matilda's hand.

"Why did you take the initiative to call me here today?" He asked with a smile.

He did have reason to be surprised and happy. Although they had "met a few times" since Charles gave Matilda the address, it was the first time that she took the initiative to ask him to come over.

Could it be that she wanted it again... Charles suddenly couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, and then he felt that he was also a little restless in his heart.

"There are some important things, I didn't come to you for... that... that..." As if she had seen what Charles was thinking, Matilda quickly scolded Charles, and her face flashed a few red clouds, "Really, you... what are you thinking about?"...

"If you don't know what I'm thinking about, then why are you so excited?" Charles pretended to be curious and asked Matilda back, deliberately teasing her.

Matilda opened her eyes wide, and her face, which was originally just slightly red, turned red in an instant.

"If...if you still want to do this...I'm going back! Sir!" Her voice was trembling, "I really...really have something important to tell you...!"

"Oh, okay, sorry...I was just joking!" Seeing that Matilda was really going to get angry, Charles quickly smiled and grabbed her hand, "Just tell me what you want to say! I'm listening!"

"I'm not saying anything about you, you really like to make some excessive jokes sometimes!" After Charles smiled a few times, Matilda finally calmed down.

"So, what do you want to say? I'm all ears." Charles asked with a smile.

"Well, it's like this..." When talking about this, Matilda suddenly frowned slightly, as if she wanted to say something but stopped.

But after a moment, she finally made up her mind, "Do you remember the place I went with you that day? It's...um...the place where my father kept a mistress..."

"Remember, what's wrong?" Charles was a little surprised.

Not only did he remember, but he remembered it too clearly. Matilda was rarely angry. That was the only time Charles saw her. He still had a deep impression of her. Of course, there was also her father, Count Dillion, who was in the most embarrassing state.

"My father..." Matilda's expression was a little gloomy now, "He's going there again now."

"Oh? How could this happen?" Charles was shocked again, but this time he wasn't really surprised.

In fact, he already knew it.

"Why wouldn't this be like this? My father is such a person. What he likes most is enjoyment. Now that there is no crisis, of course he just wants to be comfortable and happy. I just didn't expect that he would fall back to his old ways so quickly... Matilda smiled bitterly, "I didn't even change the place..."

Charles didn't speak anymore, just listened quietly, as if he didn't know how to comfort Matilda.

"Okay, actually I am not complaining or complaining to you. I just want to remind you." Matilda quickly regained her composure, "My dad, you also know that he is easily influenced by others. Now that he is back with his mistress, there is no guarantee that he will not occasionally listen to her instigation. If that mistress is very greedy, I think you need to make some preparations first to avoid being disrupted. Of course, I can still influence her now. Dad. Nothing big should happen..."

In his heart, Charles suddenly smiled bitterly.

Even if it is something so unspeakable at home, for me. She also came here specifically to remind me.

To be honest, he was very touched.

However, he was so moved that he would never tell Matilda - "Oh. I'm not worried about this. Because I have anticipated this situation and bribed the mistress, so in this situation I am You’re very welcome, don’t worry about me, hahaha.”

Yes, the Earl returned to Melissa's side. This was what Ciel expected, and he was happy to see it happen, because Melissa was also won over by Ciel - in other words. It's double insurance, taking advantage of the dual influence of Matilda and Melissa. Count Jean Dilion could not escape the influence of Charles.

Therefore, Charles just patted Matilda on the shoulder with a sad look on his face.

"Okay, thank you, Matilda. Thanks to your reminder, I will pay attention to this matter."

It's not that he can't trust Matilda, it's just that if some things can be done more carefully, why not do them?

"Well, that's good." Matilda breathed a sigh of relief, then stared at Charles again.

"Is there anything else?". Ciel asked again.

"Well... there is one more thing, but it is my private matter." Matilda nodded, "Charle, as a former writer, you should know Miss de Perriette, right? Quite a few. Character"

Because he hadn't heard this last name for a long time, Charles was startled for a moment, and then he immediately realized it.

"Are you referring to the lady in blue stockings? I do know her...but we haven't been around her much lately."

"You really know me! That's great." A hint of joy flashed across Matilda's face, "Then you must have been to the salon held by that lady, right? I heard many times that she often entertained some literary celebrities People from the world of industry and publishing came to visit us at home..."

"Well, I have indeed been there." Charles nodded, and then mentally recalled the last time he learned that she was British. Of course, I couldn’t tell Matilda this.

"Then, if possible... can you take me there to have a look this time? With your current status, it should be easy to get the invitation from her..." Matilda looked a little nervous, looking at her behind the lens. His eyes were full of expectation, "I have always heard about her salon, so I have long wanted to find an opportunity to go and have a look..."

This is probably her real hobby and interest. Seeing Matilda's appearance at this time, a flash of realization flashed in Charles's heart.

This request is not difficult, nor is it excessive. What reasons do I have to object or refuse?

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Although I have been busy recently, I can always find time to come, which is just one night.

Besides... taking a beautiful girl to participate in a literary salon, doesn't this sound like a very high-end and classy thing? Just thinking about it makes people fascinated...

After thinking of this, Ciel nodded directly.

"That's okay. I'll take the time to ask about it recently. Although the lady and I... are not very familiar, I think there should be no problem. Just wait for my good news, Matilda."

"Thank you then!" After receiving Charles's unreserved consent, Matilda was indeed very happy. "Then please notify me in advance so that I can prepare early. Charles, thank you very much..."

Looking at the joyful Matilda, Charles's heart suddenly rekindled the impulse just now, as well as... the weird idea of ​​teasing her.

"If you want to thank me, I'm afraid verbal thanks are not enough, dear Miss Dillion..."

He spoke in a weird tone, like a bad boy from ancient times.

Looking at Ciel's evil eyes, Matilda blushed again.

"Sorry...it's getting late...well...I have to go home..." She tried hard to pull her hand away, "Look, it's almost night, so...this is not good."

Having said that, of course Charles refused to let it go. Instead, he pulled Matilda into his arms, then lowered his head and whispered in Matilda's ear.

"It's okay, it won't take long... I'll take you back first."

As he spoke, waves of hot air kept brushing against Matilda's ears, which not only made her heart beat faster, but also made her heart beat faster.

Her face and ears soon turned red, and her whole body lost some strength.

"Don't do this, Charles..." A trace of remaining wolf and reserve made her say the last word of resistance, but to Charles, it seemed to make him more excited.

"No, this won't work! Since you are here, if I don't treat you anything, wouldn't it be too rude... Dear Matilda." He answered seriously, then slowly turned Matilda's face and kissed her lips.

Although Matilda closed her lips at first, her body gradually became softer and her teeth loosened, allowing Charles' tongue to extend in and then entangle Matilda's tongue.

Matilda seemed to want to say something, but because she was already kissed by Charles, she could only make a whining sound in the end.

I don't know how long it took before Charles stopped the kiss.

"Okay, this... this is enough, I have to go back." Matilda said with a red face.

However, her body leaned softly in Charles' arms, as if she had lost all her strength.

Although her mouth was dishonest, her body was quite honest. Charles laughed in his heart.

Then, he leaned down again, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed her...

In the midst of Matilda's "Ah!" surprise, he hugged Matilda in a princess hug.

Then, he looked back and found a wooden table next to him.

He walked towards the table with Matilda in his arms.

"Hey! At least... at least go to the house!" Matilda was really panicked, but it was useless now.

Charles put her on the table as if he hadn't heard anything, and then secretly prayed in his heart that the table would be strong enough later.

Then, continuing to turn a deaf ear to Matilda's protest, Charles lifted up the thin gauze skirt.

Above the white silk socks over the knee, there was a fascinating white, and his eyes were deeply attracted.

Then he couldn't help but reach out and touch it, caressing the smooth skin. Then, his hand slowly moved upwards, and then he pulled hard...

"Aren't we in a hurry? Then let's hurry up!" His hand clamped down on Matilda's weak struggle like a clamp, and he answered with a smirk, as if he was a middle school student playing a prank.

A moment later, panting and groaning echoed in the small garden, but no one could hear it.

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