Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles returned home, it was already late at night. Because of the injury on his shoulder, he quickly caused a commotion at home. He finally calmed down the commotion, and then asked his grandfather's personal servant to keep the secret , so as not to frighten the elderly.

After letting the doctor examine him and confirming that the injury was not serious, Charles immediately ran to the Duke of Treville's house to visit him the next morning without taking much rest.

However, as he expected, this time Charlotte had no response to his request.

He was not discouraged, but went straight to see her father, the young Duke of Treville.

"Charle, what happened recently?" In the study, after seeing Charles, the young Duke Treville looked at Charles with doubts. "Charlotte today is very different from usual. After returning home, I stayed in my room and couldn't come out. I heard that I cried a lot... What, did you guys have a fight? "

"Almost..." Ciel hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Hey, you young people, you know how to quarrel over trivial matters all day long, why bother?" The cousin shook his head and smiled disapprovingly, "Charle, I'm not telling you, it's not like you don't know Charlotte She has such a bad temper, just follow her wishes when she wants to do it. If it doesn’t work, just go against her will. Why do you have to fight her so hard? It’s not you who will suffer the consequences if there is a big fight in the end..."

At this moment, his tone was quite relaxed, thinking that his daughter was just angry because of trivial things - Charlotte went out last night, and he thought she went to play with Charles, and then the young couple had an awkward moment in the middle. . But I didn't expect that the actual situation would be a hundred times worse than this.

"No, if it was just a normal quarrel I wouldn't come to you..." Ciel was silent for a moment. Sighing, "Sir. I'm here to ask for your help."

"What?" Seeing Charles's rare serious attitude, the middle-aged man's expression gradually became serious, "Did something big happen?"

"Listen to me...don't interrupt me."

Then, Charles told what happened to him last night.

"In short, I am encountering great difficulties now, and I desperately need your help, sir." Finally, he spread his hands and said his final words. "No matter what, I don't intend to give up on this marriage. Please help me persuade Charlotte to change her mind."

The young Duke of Treville listened quietly to Charles's narration, first surprised, and then turned into horror. , and finally... turned into a sigh.

After looking at Charles blankly for a long time, his cousin sighed and finally patted the table heavily.

"Ah! Ciel. What a stupid thing you have done!"

"I know." Ciel nodded. "So I just wanted to make up for it."

"You...you..." In the study, Charlotte's father looked at Charles with a dull expression. After hesitating for a long time, he finally sighed again. "Hey. How could you be so careless!"

He wasn't particularly angry, he was just criticizing Ciel for not being cautious enough for not hiding it from his fiancée.

This attitude is not particularly strange.

That's right. In the eyes of an orthodox nobleman like Little Treville, Charles's crime was not to secretly hide his fiancée or even his wife to have fun outside. But he didn't act cautiously enough and didn't hide anything from his wife... which led to the big trouble today.

After all. Isn’t he such a person himself? Even now, he often keeps lovers outside.

As his future father-in-law sighed, Charles just lowered his head and said nothing, and the two of them could only look at each other in silence.

After several minutes of silence, little Duke Treville finally spoke. "Now that things have happened, there is no need for you to hide it anymore. Tell me, you...what do you really think about Charlotte? Do you want to marry her just out of obligation?"

"No, it's not...it's not because of any utilitarian considerations, but because I really want to marry her." Charles immediately shook his head.

"That's good, you finally have some conscience, you bastard!" The cousin glanced at Charles, "Then, you don't accept the cancellation of the wedding?"

"The wedding cannot be cancelled, absolutely cannot be cancelled." Charles replied decisively, "And it must be held according to the scheduled date, and there must be no delay."

"Okay, that's all we can do now." The middle-aged man nodded lightly.

He really had no other choice. At this point, no matter how much he doted on Charlotte before, from the standpoint of the young Duke of Treville, Charlotte could no longer be willful.

Not to mention that he already admired his cousin very much, even from a purely profit perspective, it was impossible for him to agree with Charlotte's decision made in anger.

First, the news of his daughter's marriage to Charles has spread throughout the social world. If the engagement is suddenly broken now, it will have a huge impact on the reputation of the Treville family - whether it is the eldest branch or the youngest branch. The blow, obviously, will be the butt of jokes for a long time.

Secondly, today, when Charles and his grandfather have climbed to high positions and have great influence, the Duke's family, which has been declining day by day, cannot afford to turn against Charles, especially when Charles has made it clear that he will never In case of not agreeing to break the engagement.

Therefore, he could only continue with the original arrangement and let Charles and Charlotte get married as scheduled.

"Charlotte refuses to see me now. I guess if I force my way to see her, it will only be counterproductive. So...please help me make an argument for it recently, can you?" Charles made his request.

"Is there any other way?" the middle-aged man replied with a wry smile.

Then, he stood up, walked to Ciel, and patted Ciel heavily on the shoulder. "Be more cautious in the future, young man!"

Ciel nodded silently.

"Okay, now that I know the matter, I will find a way to make Charlotte change her mind." As if he had thought of something, his uncle immediately warned Charles. "This matter must not be revealed to my father. I can't guarantee how my father will react after hearing this news!"

"Of course I won't reveal the past." Charles replied immediately, and then looked at his cousin hesitantly. "But... what if... what if Charlotte refuses to change her mind?"

"What else can we do?!" The father glanced at Charles with resentment. "At that time, I still have to complete the wedding even if I am detained! Did you give me any other choice?"

It's good that you know.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and bowed to his uncle. "Thank you. Sir, I will do my best to repay your help."

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The sky was overcast, and thick clouds blocked the sunlight. It was only late in the evening, and the streets were already lit up with lights.

Under the pillars of the theater, Fran, who was dressed up, ignored the glances cast on her from time to time, frowning uneasily and pacing gently. She was now so distraught that she could hardly breathe under the heavy clouds. Angry.

"Miss Treville. Are you okay?" She didn't know how long she waited before she finally heard the call from behind.

Fran frowned, then turned around quickly.

"What have you done!" she shouted fiercely.

This tone full of anger and anxiety, coupled with the girl's rare angry expression, made Ezreal Walter, who was originally smiling, suddenly freeze.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?! What did you do last night! My brother came back injured!" Fran still roared angrily, "That bastard... actually, actually took a gun... She really Can do it!”

Ever since she learned that her brother had been injured because of Charlotte last night, she had almost gone crazy.

Her original plan was just to have Charlotte cancel her marriage because of her brother's betrayal, but she didn't expect that Charlotte would actually do such a bastard thing in anger. She almost threatened her brother's life, and because of this, she was now filled with resentment.

To be honest, she also bears a great deal of responsibility for this unexpected development. But she completely ignored this and only remembered that her brother was hurt because of these two people.

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"Sorry, I didn't think of this at the time. Otherwise I would have stopped her." Seeing Fran looking so angry, Ezreal also panicked. "At the time, I thought she just wanted to scold the man in person, but I didn't expect...she actually brought a gun over without saying a word..."

"This is no reason at all! The fact is that you almost put my brother's life in danger!" Fran interrupted him sharply. "Fortunately, nothing happened to my brother, otherwise I would never forgive you!"

Ezreal was stunned. He had never seen this cold, even ferocious expression on Fran before.

"You...are you okay?" he asked cautiously.

Looking at the other party's stunned look, Fran realized that she had completely lost her composure.

No, this won't work, this person is still needed now, she told herself in her heart.

Then her face became soft again, even a little sad.

"Sir, please forgive me for being rude... But do you know how worried I am? When I saw my brother coming back injured, I was scared to death. God..."

Fran's sad face finally made Ezreal calm down. This was the look he was familiar with.

"It's me who should apologize. It's all my fault. But...you don't have to be too sad. He treated you like that and shouldn't he deserve a little punishment?"

"No, no matter how he treats me, no matter what happens, he is still my brother!" Fran shook her head, tears suddenly flashed in her eyes, "I can't stand him being hurt because of me, otherwise I will I will feel guilty for the rest of my life. Sir, I beg you, please don’t let this happen again... Otherwise, otherwise... I would rather refuse your noble help and accept the mercy of fate!"

Perhaps some of these tears are indeed unintentional.

Seeing Fran's confession, Ezreal Walter was speechless.

What a kind child... Why did fate play such a trick on her?

"Okay, I understand, you are such a good boy." Finally, he sighed.

"Thank you!" Fran saluted him respectfully, and a slight smile appeared on her face again.

Charlotte, Ezreal Walter, you two have done a great job! I will never forgive you! The girl thought fiercely in her heart.

"Change your attitude towards Miss Charlotte a little bit." Ezreal continued to persuade, "To be honest, although her outburst was a bit violent, it was excusable after all...after all, she suffered such a shameful betrayal. "

Flan just lowered her eyes and turned a deaf ear.

"It's really strange to say that. If you hadn't said it, I would never have thought that a girl wearing glasses and so intellectual would actually do such a thing... She would actually bully you to this extent... At that time, I was ready to..."

"What!" Fran suddenly screamed, "What did you just say? Glasses?"

"Yes, the person who accompanied him, was willing to be an infamous lover and bullied you, wasn't she wearing glasses?" Ezreal asked back in some surprise.

Fran's eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Mary didn't wear glasses, that was another person...

Her hands clenched the fan so tightly that her finger bones cracked.

"No wonder she is so confident, it turns out there is another..." She whispered to herself.

At this moment, she only felt that a dark abyss that could swallow everything suddenly appeared in front of her.

So friends are all like this... So you guys love me like this... Very good, very good...

She just felt dizzy, but a sense of pride from the bottom of her heart forced her to continue standing.

"What's wrong with you?" Ezreal was a little surprised by Fran's behavior.

There was another silence.

"Nothing." After a long time, Fran raised her head and looked at Ezreal with a smile on her face, "I just thought it was going to snow soon..." (To be continued...)