Countess' lover

The Countess loves all things beautiful, especially flowers, which are indispensable in France.The red and blue colors are rich but not kitsch, and the bouquet with raindrops was placed on the cabinet beside Margaret's table by the maid. It got a little deep.Just like the dark and cloudy sky outside, it was raining lightly.

Before Margaret passed away, her and the deceased Earl's property was mainly based on the manor. The grape wine has a long history, but the mellow fragrance is still strong.The war and sudden rain still affected her business sales a lot.

After processing another document that was not in good condition, Margaret put down her pen and rubbed her forehead.She still lacks people she can trust enough, so she can only handle all the work by herself.

True, the loss of her early-dead husband gave her greater power, but a widow's estate was also more vulnerable to suppression.Unless, she married another rich and powerful man with a huge inheritance... But is that possible?At least those in power don't want to see it.Perhaps, she can try to invest funds in emerging industrial production?

She frowned, and took out a piece of light pink printed paper from under the file.A provocative sentence was written on the paper with black ink, and Margaret couldn't help squinting her eyes and laughing when she thought about how someone would look after receiving it.

It seemed that she hadn't been to the opera house for five days. Would that person miss her as much as she missed him?

The contemplative Countess did not realize that at this very moment, the person she was missing had come to her room from some dark corner.

This is the first time the Phantom sees the Countess taking off her black mourning dress, which symbolizes a widow.Without the solemnity and elegance of black, the simple milky white home skirt set off her youthful face even more, like the dewdrops in the morning.

Somewhat inappropriate, the Phantom was distracted.He thought of what he had overheard about the countess. It seemed that she was not yet twenty, but such a young and beautiful woman had to spend her future youth for a man who didn't love her at all, and could no longer wear Beautiful colors.How sad it is!

What can't be ignored is that when Phantom thought of a man who once owned her and made her spend her youth justifiably, his heart was slightly sour and unexplainably twisted.Simply, that person is dead.

His footsteps were light and fast, without making a sound, just in line with his name-the ghost of the opera house.Quietly, he walked to the door and locked the door. The crisp click made the Countess quickly turn to look at the door.But she saw nothing except the door that had been closed inexplicably.Could it be that she was thinking too much?But how could the door close by itself?

The countess put down her pen and paper, and went to the door.She tried to open the door, but failed.Even though it was locked from the inside out, she still couldn't open the door.This is really weird, she has never encountered such a situation in the past ten years of her life.It's like meeting the ghost in the story!

ghost!As if he understood something in an instant, at the same time, there was a seemingly casual sentence, "It's just a trick, the esteemed countess seems to be standing at the door like you like?"

How could she like it!How could she not be happy!That voice was too pleasant, too familiar, familiarly arousing the inexplicable girlish feelings in her heart, so familiar that she seemed to hear the sound of roses blooming.so gorgeous!

"Of course I wouldn't like to stand at the door." Margaret didn't turn her head, but her voice had become full of joy and worry, "but what I don't know is if I turn my head now, will I find the Is it just a fantasy given to me by the Phantom?"

"Do you want me to see you?"

She didn't say anything, but Phantom felt like being scratched twice by a kitten, a little numb and a little itchy.Even the distorted gloom accumulated for several days due to suspicion and doubts has been calmed down a lot because of those few words.

"Whether it's fantasy or reality, you'll know when you turn your head."

His deep voice seemed far away, but it touched Margaret's eardrums again and again.Like an excellent guide, and for the first time, she obeyed the guide sincerely.

Turning around slowly, the person she had been thinking about day and night was at the table, holding the pink heart-shaped card she had just cut out in his hand.Margaret suddenly had an urge to cover her face, and the next moment, the phantom had read the words on the card as she expected.

"I often wonder, do you want me as much as I want you?"

He uttered these words slowly and in a low voice, the silver-gray mask blocked the phantom's face.Under the light, she couldn't see whether he blushed because of it.

But Margaret herself was about to blush. It was one thing to write it, but another to read it face to face.After a short period of discomfort, Margaret moved gracefully in small steps, and her smile became confident and provocative again, "What do you think? I want it all the time—"

She was a lot shorter than Phantom, but walking step by step, she actually carried a certain momentum, which made Phantom a little uncomfortable.After all, compared to the countess who has been in the aristocratic circle for many years, the phantom hiding in the opera house is still a little too innocent.But what Margaret had to admit was that the innocent man had more qualities that fascinated her than the upper-class aristocratic gentleman.

She didn't hide in the dark as soon as she got close to her like in the past. I don't know if it was because of the cold reception of the past few days or the tenderness offensive during that period. special side.

What a wonderful magician he was, Margaret sighed at the lights that went out for no reason.But his eyes involuntarily focused on the phantom's mask.She can already be sure that Phantom is a normal man, but what does he look like under his mask?Shaped like a ghost?For the first time, Margaret became very interested in the true appearance of the Phantom.

"Let me think about it," Phantom reached out and gently touched her hair, muttering as if she was facing her favorite lover. "Miss Marguerite Emily de Durant—"

Margaret was flattered that he pronounced her name with as much accuracy as a recitation.Thinking about the fact that their bodies have already had extremely intimate contact, Phantom calls her either a banshee or a countess.Suddenly, even a surprise can catch people off guard.

"Oh, that's right, but you need to know that I'm already a widow of the Bernard family." Margaret was sure that when she said this, Phantom's face twisted for a moment.She tugged at her skirt silently, was she really too nervous or was it easy to say the wrong thing?

It sounded like a sneer, and Phantom lowered her head to her ear, spraying hot breath on her ear. "Then, countess, can you tell me how long a person's enthusiasm can last?"

How long can a person's enthusiasm last?Margaret frowned, but felt helpless in her heart.No one who had experienced several relationships would ask such a question, but it was such a stupid question that made her heart flutter.She looked into his eyes, those brown eyes were full of stubbornness and madness, he was asking her this question very seriously.

"I can't answer this question for you, dear Lord Phantom." Margaret said earnestly, her index finger gently stroking the man's wrist lying beside her, "My husband had three male lovers, The last one was still immersed in the passion of the past until his death. But he really didn't have any enthusiasm for me, or I for her, but I still bear the title of his only wife, including inheriting a large inheritance. "

"I once had a cat for five years and lost it. I still think about her and have never had a cat again. You see, what is passion? Maybe it's just a fascination, maybe Transform into a long-term love. But many times, feelings are often suppressed by too many things."

"Of course, what I mean is that since you can be obsessed with me for a moment, I have the confidence to turn it into love. As for the others, I'm not that trash like Bernard."

She said a lot, and most of them were not what Phantom wanted to hear, but just listening to her speak slowly like this, he actually felt an unexplainable sense of satisfaction.At least, she was sincere and not deceitful to him.

As if he was intoxicated, his cool fingers slid down her spine, but his warm lips brushed over her earlobe like a dragonfly. "A momentary infatuation, or a long-term love is not important, the banshee who has tempted me to fall, do you think I will allow you to be alone?"

Gently, he put a letter in Margaret's hand, "Also, my name is Eric."

Without saying another word, leaving the letter and name behind, the phantom disappeared into Margaret's room.When Margaret came back to her senses, everything had returned to normal, and only a piece of letter paper could prove that everything just now existed.

It seemed that from the moment he appeared in her room, he had firmly grasped the sovereignty and affected everything about her.

Margaret put down the letterhead she had read, perhaps the pink cardboard that was taken from the table could also be regarded as proof.Phantom, Erik, what he didn't say was right, she was seduced by him and tried everything to get him long before he fell.Alone?She never thought about it.