Flowers, Swords and France

It was already late at night, and it was on the outskirts of the city, so everything was deserted, and there was no sound of any human beings. The moon hangs high in the sky, bringing a cold dark light to the earth. It does not make the earth brighter, but only makes everything hidden in blurred shadows. The cold wind shuttled through the streets and woods, making a rustling sound that was a little uncomfortable.

Ciel still stood blankly, as if a century had passed.

The late night in winter was astonishingly cold, but the chill that came from his heart and bone marrow made him feel even more chilled.

Charlotte, who was standing in the distance, was also staring at him motionless. She was wearing a black dress and a black hat, like a widow. It is this outfit that makes her fair and lovely even more under the moonlight.

However, at this time, Charles no longer cared about admiring the beauty of his fiancée. He finally recovered from his long absence.

Charlotte's expression was very calm, as if she had just seen him on the street and was just looking at them. However, despite the appearance, Ciel could clearly see that her hands and skirt were trembling slightly, and she was obviously extremely angry.

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! how so! His heart roared loudly. Maybe I should say whine.

At this point, he would not have the chance to guess that Charlotte just happened to come here by chance. Charlotte clearly knew about his schedule tonight and waited here intentionally.

Until now, he still didn't know how Charlotte knew his whereabouts and how she became suspicious of him. But he knew full well that he had given Charlotte a big surprise tonight.

It was so big that he didn't even know how to end it.

Charles was in a very panic mood now, and even rarely knew what to do - this sudden change of mood from great joy to great sadness. Even the usual Ciel had trouble keeping his composure.

Although he had vaguely thought about it on weekdays, "What would happen if Charlotte discovered all the bad things I did...", but because it was too unimaginable, Charles always kept himself from thinking about it. Think about it further.

However, this self-deception finally came to an end, and it was faster than Ciel wanted to imagine.

What to do, what to do?

Just then. Only then did Charles realize that he was still holding Matilda's waist, and quickly put his hand down.

But Charlotte finally moved at this time, and she stared at the two people. Then he walked over here step by step.

The sound of her footsteps was very light, but to Charles's ears, the sound of these footsteps was like a giant hammer hammering in his heart. It made his heart beat wildly.

We must find a way... Ciel was heartbroken.

He took a few quick breaths of the cold winter air. After the stabbing pain in his lungs, he used the pain to make his nerves more alert.

Then, he took a few steps towards Charlotte and pinned Matilda behind him. No matter what, he must show some responsibility and not let the disaster spread to Matilda.

"Charlotte...I'm sorry." He looked at Charlotte apologetically, but couldn't think of how to calm her down, "I'm really sorry..."

but. Charlotte didn't respond to him, just walked over to this side. Then he stopped when there were only a dozen steps left.

"Charlotte, listen to me, okay? I understand that I'm sorry for you..." Charles said as he walked towards her again, "But, actually..."

"Don't come over!" At this moment, Charlotte suddenly shouted.

The sound was so sharp that Ciel could only stand blankly, not daring to move closer.

This shout seemed to trigger a switch, causing a look of pain to appear on Charlotte's frozen face. She looked at Ciel, shaking her head, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

"I should have known...I should have thought of it a long time ago! A heartless bitch like you...how could your conscience find out?" She murmured to herself, her tone seeming to be filled with immense pain. "You have never loved me, you have always deceived me, and you are laughing at me from the bottom of your heart... Yes, you did not misjudge me. I was indeed stupid enough to believe you... I believed you again and again. !”

"That's not the case." Charles tried to make his tone gentler, "Charlotte, don't think so wildly. Yes, I did do some things that I'm sorry for you, but... whether you believe it or not, I'm still I respect you and love you, otherwise I wouldn’t marry you. Don’t you still understand me?”

As he spoke, Charles made gestures with his hands behind his back, trying to tell Matilda to leave quickly.

"Is that just to make your grandpa happy and get my dowry? You didn't do it to love me at all!" Charlotte retorted sharply, "And our family's property... In the end, I was stupid enough to help you Go deal with my own family! I’m really..."

As soon as she said this, a few tears streaked down her eyes. "I'm so ridiculously stupid, aren't I? You must have laughed at me countless times in your heart?"

Where did all this go? After hearing this, even though he was in such a dangerous environment, Charles still felt a little dumbfounded in his heart.

However, he soon stopped laughing, because Charlotte's mind was obviously filled with resentment at this moment, and she would never listen to any of his explanations.

"Believe it or not, I will not marry you for a mere piece of property." Charles sighed, knowing that this explanation was meaningless, but he still couldn't help but explain, "Okay, don't get excited. I'm really sorry for you today. It's too late now, what's the point of staying here in the cold? Let's go back first, and then you can do whatever you want..."

As he expected, Ciel's answer did not touch Charlotte in any way.

Under Ciel's gaze, Charlotte's eyes dimmed slightly and she lowered her gaze.

"You don't have to worry about getting cold anymore..."

Charlotte's suddenly emerged from the darkness.

There seemed to be a dark object in her hand.

It turned out to be a gun!

Ciel's eyes widened.

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Are you really prepared?

His heart throbbed. Who told her?

The strange thing is that Ciel doesn't feel particularly scared at the moment - although he definitely doesn't want to die.

"Lolot..." He looked at Charlotte and asked tremblingly, "Do you really hate me so much? Don't you...don't you want me to redeem anything?"

"Maybe only the dead you belong to me..." Charlotte replied solemnly.

Then, she slowly raised the pistol.

Although the danger signal from the bottom of his heart told Charles that he should run away now, or at least think of another way, an indescribable feeling made him look at Charlotte motionless, waiting. The sentence of fate.

Feeling guilty for Charlotte, he decided to give Charlotte a chance to completely take revenge on him, just like this, he gambled his luck.

At this time, the distance between the two people was about the same as the distance that ordinary people would use to duel with guns. In this era, the accuracy of pistols was not high. There were many examples of empty guns being discharged in such duels - not to mention someone like Charlotte who had no skills. I am new to using guns.

Of course, the risk of Charlotte hitting the target by mistake cannot be ruled out... It wouldn't be a bad idea to leave it to fate.

I owe her a shot, so it’s not bad to let her finish it off once... If I don’t deserve to die, I can think of another way. Ciel thought.

Under the clear moonlight, there was silence between the two people, as if there was nothing else in the world.

"Miss Treville, please don't do this!"

Suddenly, Matilda's shout brought the two of them back to the real world.

Charles couldn't help but turned his head, and then found that Matilda was still standing behind him, and then he frowned slightly, as if blaming her for not running away.

Seeing Charles' solemn look, Matilda felt helpless at his slowness - if there was really no room left, Charlotte would have just shot him! I never thought that such a smart person could be stupid...

"Miss Treville, I understand how you feel now... To be honest, I do feel very sorry for you..." Matilda leaned away from Charles and tried to look calmer, " However, I have no intention of ruining your marriage with him. In the final analysis, we just have similar interests, so we just hang out together occasionally..."

Seeing that Charlotte was still silent, Matilda felt a little more hopeful, "Besides, you just said that Mr. has no feelings for you. This is completely inaccurate. I can assure you that he has absolutely no feelings for you." I laughed at your idea, but I felt full of guilt for you, so I never dared to reveal any news to you..."

"Is this what you want to tell me? Enough, I don't want to hear it! Leave such stupid words for your next prey!" Just when Matilda was looking forward to it, Charlotte suddenly interrupted Her eyes were full of contempt and disgust, "Miss, I have nothing to say to you. Although you hurt me, I don't hate you. I don't care whether you have It doesn't matter whether you are trying to hook up with him or just being deceived by him... You are shameless, that's your own hobby, I can't control it, now... I have only one request for you, please go away, go away Out of my sight! This is our own business, let us solve it ourselves! Now, get out of here!" (To be continued...)