[Pride and Prejudice] A Gentleman's Love

The man looked at her quietly.

She tilted her head, almost aching.

Then, he suddenly dropped his umbrella and took a step forward.He took her hand that wasn't holding the umbrella with such great strength that she frowned slightly.

Mr. Darcy bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand.

His lips were moist and cold. The kiss was very slow, just like the one in the library that day. The difference was that he used a lot of strength again, as if to confirm, he raised his head and looked at Elizabeth.

"You're all wet." Elizabeth murmured, she had been conflicted and flustered these days, and now her son had disappeared.In her eyes, it seemed that she could only see that piece of rainwater splashed on the other party's hair and shoulders.

"It's all right," said Mr. Darcy, whose hair was soaked in the rain, curled and pressed against his cheek.He held her hand, which was cold but steady enough, as if she couldn't break free no matter what, but Elizabeth really didn't intend to break free at this moment.

"Are you worried about me?" the man asked, his voice low but not allowing anyone to refuse or evade the question.

Elizabeth stared blankly into the other's eyes. She knew she should tell a little lie, she shouldn't be honest, but she couldn't do it just by looking into those blue eyes.So in the end, she just nodded and replied.

"Worry."

After she finished saying this, her eyes still fell on the other person, the rain continued to fall without weakening at all, and then she saw that the man showed a shallow smile.

Like the wind, like the sun and flowers, like all good things.In this heavy rain, she held up her umbrella and looked at him who was wet by the rain, but suddenly, she felt something called happiness overflowing her chest.

Elizabeth's eyelids were slightly red, she moved her hands, raised her right hand high, and let the umbrella accommodate his tall body.

She knew what it meant to do this, but when she thought of how she had never seen him in front of anyone, this smile, she couldn't say any willful or flinching words.

"I know you don't want me to get wet too, but I don't want you to stay in the rain either."

She took another small step forward, almost completely closing the distance in front of the two of them.Water droplets smeared from the other person's body to her dress, but Elizabeth didn't mind.

"Although I can't make your clothes dry, I can always save you from the rain alone."

Mr. Darcy gazed at her.Those blue eyes are like a sea, gentle and wide.

"Can I be arrogant and think this is some kind of permission?"

Elizabeth lowered her head and smiled, then raised her head again, a smile blooming at the corner of her mouth.

"Of course you can. Arrogance is something you can never change, isn't it, Mr. Darcy."

He smiled slightly, agreeing with her words.The rain was still falling, but Elizabeth felt that everything seemed less troubled.

"I shouldn't have told you originally." He said, giving up the honorifics, his tone was still calm, but inexplicably intimate, and this intimacy made her heart happy.

"If you don't want to, then you don't have to." She followed his words, and also used a more intimate title.

Elizabeth never thought of herself as a brave person.She always lives very carefully and doesn't dare to be reckless.She has always protected her heart well, she thought she could do it, but in the end, some things, some emotions, were never up to her to do whatever she wanted.

But when he looked at her, when he respected her so much, and looked at her stubbornly and eagerly, she knew that she could no longer refuse.

As Jane said, they are proud people.And what she understands is how proud a person is, how much he should love himself. After the first rejection, there should have been no intersection, but he let her approach again, and finally, let go His pride, watching her with more love, caring about her.

With such a big gamble, no matter whether it was because of fear or distress, she finally couldn't let him down, and she couldn't leave him looking at his back again.

"No, I should have told you."

"Speak then. If that's your wish, I'm always willing to listen," Elizabeth said, smiling.No one cares about the rain or rumors anymore, brave people can always stop everything.

"I never got on well with George Wickham." Mr. Darcy paused, and he rarely used any adjectives when he spoke, and unless he was sarcastic, he always used a flat tone. To state a matter, so as to avoid being interfered with the fairness of the facts by his personal private emotions, which Elizabeth gradually understood later.

"My father loves his cleverness and cleverness, and takes care of him as his own son. He is indeed not useless, and we have never had any major conflicts, but I can't love him like my father, Because I think he's frivolous and relying on his own smarts to do something better. To be honest, I despise him. Maybe it's my own prejudice or arrogance, but I never intend to change that .After my father passed away, I would have treated him as he wished, but he did something that I couldn't stand."

When Mr. Darcy was talking about this, his expression changed from calm at the beginning to a little resentful.This is naturally unpleasant, and people always love tolerant people more, even if this tolerance is mostly hypocritical.But Elizabeth did not have any doubts or accusations against Mr. Darcy because he never concealed his shortcomings in front of her.

"He tried to lure my sister Georgiana to elope with him." After the man said this, he breathed deeply.He observed the other party's reaction, but only saw the shock at the beginning.She said nothing, expressed no resentment or self-righteous sympathy, she just looked at him and reassured him.

"I swear I won't reveal it to anyone." Darcy was completely relieved that she took his sister's honor so seriously.He affirmed what he did in his heart, yes, she was worth his risk.

"It would be a lie to say that I didn't hesitate before." He raised his hand, grabbed Elizabeth's hand, and held it gently.

"But right now, I think it's the right decision."

She lowered her head and smiled, then looked up at him, a little happy and a little proud.

"I'm honored that I deserve this from you."

Mr. Darcy took her fingertips and kissed them. He longed to touch her, but for now, that was the best he could do.This is a girl worthy of his precious treatment, he knows it.

The following narrative was calm, including how he got the news from his sister, and how he was angry at the time, but he couldn't do anything to the man.Because no matter what the truth of the matter is, a girl, his sister Georgiana, if this matter is known by others, it will definitely have a great impact on her, so he can only be patient, facing that shameless face, he Satisfy each other's wishes.

"I wanted to hit him, but I couldn't. As much as I was angry with him, I was always concerned about Georgiana. She was innocent, and if she did anything reckless, it must be my fault. Luckily, she wasn't a totally stupid kid after all, and she told me so I could do something about it while it was still salvageable."

"You're right," whispered Elizabeth, looking at him with tenderness.

"I'm glad I gave you my trust, and I'm glad I didn't miss you."

"I know how outrageous and unreasonable my request was under the circumstances, and I was even prepared for you to question me, but you didn't." He squeezed the other's hand, "This made me determined not to let you go."

Ah, let go.She looked at him, and when she heard him say this word, she had mixed feelings for a moment, she couldn't say anything, she could only stare at him.