Flowers, Swords and France

After having the courage to shout out his thoughts, Jérôme Bonaparte looked at Charlotte uneasily with a bit of relaxation and fear.

Under his gaze, Charlotte frowned slightly and narrowed her eyes, but it didn't look like she was very angry, she just looked very weird.

At least he didn't look very happy.

It seemed that she really refused to agree... A trace of frustration passed through his heart.

"Who do you think you are? Just a person with no identity, and you actually want to cling to our family? We are already generous if we are willing to help you, but you actually dare to go further? You don't even know who you are! ” - He had expected that the lady would say this, or at least say something similar, just wrapped in polite sugar-coating.

However, to his surprise, Charlotte's expression slowly relaxed again, and then she looked at Jerome Bonaparte with a strange look, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but I don’t know what to do.

After looking at it for a while, Charlotte nodded gently.

"Oh, I see, sir, you really surprised me."

He couldn't tell what this vague answer meant, but he obviously didn't get angry or refuse outright...

"You... what do you think of my request?" Although he knew that taking this opportunity to change the subject was the best choice, the hidden desire in his heart made him brave enough to continue, regardless of the risk of offending the lady. He continued to ask, "If...if you think my request is too much, then please tell me clearly...I won't bear grudges against you. I know that the gap between us is too big now..."

"I'm glad that you are so clear-headed about reality. Yes, judging from the current situation, it is indeed difficult for you to make us agree with this." Charlotte agreed with him readily. But he soon gave him new comfort, "But why do you worry so much about gains and losses? After all, your surname is Bonaparte, and you may become a member of the royal family of this country. It is natural that you can have your own ideas. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm surprised that you've become like a prince so quickly..."

"In other words, you...you don't object to my idea?" Jérôme Bonaparte ignored the ridicule and asked tremblingly.

"You are an adult. Of course you will have your own thoughts. Can I still interfere with your thoughts? Besides, mine." Charlotte smiled again, but there seemed to be something inexplicable in this smile. , "Just think about it, I won't interfere with you. However, I would like to advise you, don't tell my husband at this time, his reaction may not be the same as mine... At least for now Not yet.”

"Why is this?" The young man who had already breathed a sigh of relief was attracted by curiosity again. "Wouldn't he want to hear that?"

"He hates other people interfering with his energy for irrelevant things, especially when he is doing very important things." Charlotte gave an answer that did not come from her heart, "Think about it. , you are working with us now to do something big, and he is thinking hard about you - and here Now you run over and tell him that you just want to stay with his sister for a while, so who can't be angry? So you'd better keep silent to him now. Don't forget, we are very particular about old principles. If he is offended, it will be 100% impossible for your wish to be fulfilled."

"Is that so? I understand!" The young man suddenly realized what Charlotte was implying. "As long as I follow Mr. Treville and make some achievements, then by that time I will be qualified...I will be qualified to make my request, right?"

"If you have helped us enough, of course we will consider giving you enough reward." Charlotte replied hintingly, "After all, girls will take this step anyway, right? Bo?" The Naba family is not unacceptable to us.”

This was of course a lie. In Charlotte's mind, an upstart like Bonaparte would definitely not be able to compete with a surname like Treville, but... as a punishment, it was just right.

Of course, it was impossible for Jérôme Bonaparte to understand the thoughts running in Charlotte's mind. He was already excited and full of longing for the future.

"I will do everything you need me to do, no matter what!"

"Okay, if that's the case, then I won't say anything more. You can show it with your actions." Charlotte made a gesture to indicate that the other party could leave first. "Remember what I told you."

The young man stood up with understanding, and then bowed respectfully to Charlotte, showing his enthusiasm.

"By the way, I have one more thing to ask you..."

Just when he had reached the door, Charlotte seemed to remember something and asked again.

"If we try hard but fail to fulfill your wish, or if you can no longer stay in France, what are you going to do?"

"Originally, I planned to try my luck and see if I could find a job in France. If it didn't work, I would go back to America - our family has a lot of properties there. Although we can't say how rich we are, we don't have enough money to support ourselves. "The young man did not doubt that he was there, so he answered her question honestly, "Of course, since I have already received help from you and your husband, I don't think I need to make such a plan anymore. ”

What's more, he doesn't want to go back at all.

"So that's it, I understand." Charlotte nodded noncommittally, and then signaled that he could leave.

Jérôme Bonaparte opened the door and walked out quickly. When he just walked out of the door, he let out a sigh of relief. Compared with the restraint and nervousness when he came in, he now became high-spirited because he was full of joy, and the young man's fighting spirit and optimism were fully revealed.

Although the road ahead cannot be said to be smooth, he has already seen the dawn. The road has been illuminated by this dawn, and the direction can be seen at a glance.

As long as he agrees to obey the Treville family, he may get closer to Miss Treville, and it is very possible to even take the relationship further - at least there is already an important mission to support this, right?

While he was still in this reverie, a woman in a skirt slowly appeared from across the corridor. Then he walked towards the opposite side step by step.

Perhaps because she didn't plan to go out, she wasn't well-dressed and wore a white dress. But she is still bright and charming, with her long golden hair flowing behind her back. Flowing gently with footsteps.

Isn't this the person he has been thinking about all along?

"Mr. Bonaparte?" After walking in, she quickly recognized the young man.

"...Miss...Treville...!" As if someone had seen through his mind, he greeted in a panic, "Hello."

"Hello." Fran nodded, then looked at him quietly. As if trying to figure something out.

"Are you also here to see Mrs. Treville?" Jérôme Bonaparte was a little embarrassed and his face seemed to be a little hot.

"Yes, I came here to find her. She asked me to come over to see her today." Fran nodded, then glanced behind him, "You have already seen her, right?"

"Yes, she is inside, we just chatted for a while." Jérôme Bonaparte replied with a forced smile, "She heard about your brother and me, so she planned to come to see me too. Let’s just confirm it.”

"Oh, you may have worked hard. She is not an easy person to talk to. Look at you...you seem uncomfortable?" Maybe she misunderstood something, Fran looked at him as if to comfort her, "If there's anything that offends you, don't take it to heart. That's the kind of person she is, and you know it - she doesn't pay much attention to other people's feelings, but she actually has good intentions."

She really cares about me... The young man felt warm in his heart.

"It's nothing, we had a nice conversation. Mrs. Treville is a very good person. She is very kind to me. Although her temper is a little sharp, but as you said, she has no ill intentions towards others, only good intentions."

"Oh, yes. She is a very good person." Fran echoed his words again without showing any signs of abnormality.

The sudden silence made the young man hesitate.

Although there were thousands of things he wanted to say in his heart, he could see that this young lady wanted to say goodbye to him and go in to see her brother and sister-in-law, but she didn't want to spoil his fun. So I haven't been able to speak directly, so I can only deal with myself here.

What a gentle person! Obviously, compared with her domineering cousin, this young lady is much more gentle and approachable.

How could I exploit her tenderness for my own liking? No, you can't do such a despicable thing.

"Okay, then I won't waste your time, please come in." After defeating the boss, Jérôme Bonaparte gave way. "Hope you enjoy your day."

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"Excuse me." Fran smiled at him, then walked sideways past him, "I wish you a speedy return to France."

"Thank you!" He kept lowering his gaze and paying attention to her footsteps. When she had walked over, he suddenly shouted from behind, "I will return to France as soon as possible and repay Trey with everything I have." The kindness of the Weir family! Miss Treville, I guarantee you that because of your brother you... you will receive a sincere warrior in France who will go through fire and water for you and your family."

Fran turned her head curiously, then smiled and nodded at him again.

"I hope you're not just talking about it."

"Absolutely not." The young man straightened his back. "I guarantee it with my life."

Then, like a soldier being reviewed, he turned around with a blameless attitude, and walked away step by step with his head held high, his heart burning.

He couldn't wait for that day to come soon.

What he couldn't see was that when Fran turned around again, the smile on her face slowly disappeared and turned into an expression of indifference and thinking.

Is this Charlotte's next pawn?

She thought about it as she walked. When she reached the door, she knocked gently, and then pushed the door open without waiting for Charlotte to agree.

Then, she saw Charlotte's smiling face sitting on the chair.

This was a meeting between them after Charlotte got married. At that moment, Fran subconsciously moved her eyes downwards to her abdomen.

Although there seemed to be nothing abnormal on the outside, a new life had been bred there. It must be the next generation of the Treville family's heir...

Jealousy and bitterness surged into her heart in an instant, and she managed to keep her calm expression from collapsing.

"How are you recently? I've been worried about your health." Charlotte was unaware of her dazzling gaze and continued to smile. "Please sit down first."

"Thank you, it's fine now." Fran still stood there without moving, and didn't seem to be planning to have a good chat with her.

Looking at her calm appearance, Charlotte couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, don't suppress yourself like that. If you hate me, just say it. I can bear it! In fact, I hate you. You are always so insidious and uncomfortable. You haven't changed in more than ten years."

After being stimulated by this, Fran finally couldn't keep calm.

"What qualifications do you have to say that about me?!"

"Of course I have the qualifications. I am the head of the Treville family. Whether you accept it or not, the fact is that." Charlotte spread her hands, as if she was helpless.

This kind of ridicule made Fran hesitate for a moment, and then because she was at a loss for words, she didn't say anything and could only look at the other party with hatred.

"Yes, that's how it should be, right? Haven't you hated me all along? But it's useless. No matter what you think, I will still enjoy everything I deserve." Charlotte enjoyed watching the other party's hatred but helplessness. "God is fair after all. You tried every means to separate us, but He reunited us as if it was destined, and then we had a child..."

"You came to me today just to tell me this!" When she heard the last sentence, Fran finally couldn't help but yelled.

"Making you unhappy is just one of the purposes." Charlotte looked at Fran with interest, "And in addition, I have two things to tell you."

"What is it? Tell me!"

"The first thing is that I met your father, and he told me that you forced him to write a document." Charlotte kept staring at Fran, "So I want to tell you that this document is completely invalid, and I want you to accept punishment for this audacity."

"Come on! Who's afraid of you!" (~^~)