Scarlet Rose

Mr. Eric was absent from Gramp's coming-of-age ball, and their aunt presided over it.Mr. Eric stayed in his room all the time, although he planned every detail of this ball.

Many young ladies and gentlemen were invited to the ball, but there were always more ladies than gentlemen—many young talents did not come back from the bloody battlefield, and some were seriously injured and were still recovering from their injuries and did not come to the ball.

I was dragged to dance by Alice.

"Do you have a lady from any house?" she asked me.

"No, it's you. Do you have someone you like? Jialin is about to have a fiancée." I said.

"I'm still young," she said.

"Really? But you can get married at your age. Isn't the count urging?"

"How unfair this world is! Why do women have to marry early?" Alice was a little indignant, "We have to keep ourselves clean, otherwise we will be called prostitutes, but men don't have so many worries. I just want to find and marry The person I really love will marry later, and I won't care about his appearance, identity and property, but I can't be so capricious."

"This world is like this, and I think it's too unfair." I said.Why does this world only allow men and women to fall in love?Why is liking someone a sin?

"Don't talk about me, if you really want to fight for me, you should find a fiancee first—you are older than me." She winked at me mischievously, "I heard that Lucy still likes you."

"Forget it, I don't like her." I shrugged regretfully.

"Is it really impossible?" She asked again, it seems that Lucy asked Alice to ask me about my attitude.

"She's not my type." I gave a definite answer.

"That's a pity." She raised her eyebrows, but she didn't show regret.

"Actually, I don't think she's suitable for you. She's too innocent and weak. You should marry someone strong." Alice said again.

"Hey, you mean I'm not aggressive?" I don't want to be told that.

"I just think you need someone to take care of you. If you didn't have us and your housekeeper, I believe you wouldn't even eat your meals on time." She rolled her eyes indecently.

I can't refute it, the fact is, I'm just lazy and indecisive, often hesitant about some things and finally let it go.But being lectured by my cousin like that really made me lose face.

"Well, that was your past, you are better now than before." Alice added.I shrugged helplessly, well, if you are preached, you will be preached, Alice is just too mature.

After a dance, we each exchange partners.This time my partner was Claire.

"Hey, Roman, long time no see, I miss you so much."

"Long time no see, Claire." It is true that we haven't seen each other for a long time, and she is still as lively as before.

"You really don't like my sister?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have feelings for her." I deliberately looked embarrassed.

"Forget it, forget it, this kind of thing can't be forced. Now she can give up. You have delayed her for five years. She always rejects suitors and says wait."

"Really?" I was surprised, "I'm so sorry, I should have told her earlier that she wouldn't like me."

It's no use worrying now.I secretly blame myself for not being thoughtful.

"I can't blame you, that girl is too brainy. She knows you don't love her, she just wants a clear denial to make herself give up. But it's not without benefits—her suitor asked her before the battle The marriage proposal was rejected; he came to her immediately after returning from the battlefield, and proposed to her again, her waiting did not wait for your change of heart, but waiting for another loyal love, isn't it a good thing?"

My eyes looked around the hall and saw Lucy and a young gentleman.The gentleman danced with Lucy in his arms very cherishingly, with a doting look on his face.

"They match so well!" I couldn't help admiring.

"Regret?" Claire teased me.

"I'm really happy for her. There are also regrets. If I let her give up earlier, they will have five more years of love."

"You can't say that, if Lucy agreed to him before the war, she would have to endure five years of concern and worry, but because of you, she actually spent these five years in a sweet fantasy with a little panic. Although it was disappointing in the end, with that person there, I wouldn't be so disappointed." Claire said.

"What about you? You should have married a long time ago, why don't you have a lover yet?" I diverted the topic.

"The person I like hasn't come back." She said, showing a wry smile, "I didn't even have time to let him know that I like him."

"Are you someone who will bury love in your heart?" I looked at her suspiciously.

"I didn't realize I loved him until after the war, but when I got up the courage to write the letter, I got the sad news." The look on her face seemed to fade.

"Sorry to get off the topic."

"It's okay, it's just that it may be difficult for me to find a lover again. I will compare everyone with him, and then find that only he is the most perfect and irreplaceable. Roman, if you have someone you like, you must tell her earlier, don't Like me, leave a lifetime of regrets."

"...I will." What happened to Claire really touched me a lot.It's just that I'm different from her after all.

"Even if you are rejected or disgusted, do you still have to confess?" I asked.

"At least she knows that you love her. I think love is just and pure. If that person easily denies your love, then she doesn't deserve to be loved by you." Claire said seriously, "Roman, you shouldn't have a lover Bar?"

"Sorry." I shrugged. "I want to play for a few more years." Don't let her know that I like Mr. Eric!That will be my secret forever...

"Sir!" A valet came to me anxiously. I could see that he was Mr. Eric's personal valet. "Sir, I suddenly feel unwell. You are a doctor, can you go and see first?"

My heart immediately became entangled, and I hurriedly apologized to Claire and followed the valet to Mr. Eric's bedroom.

"Mr. Eric! Are you unwell?" I saw him lying on the bed, but there was no pain on his face.

"A little bit. You go out first." He said, and the manservant nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"The legs are a little numb and feel a little swollen." He said.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No."

"That's good. You're recovering. It's good to get some leg massages, so you can practice walking again later."

"Really? Will you help me?" Mr. Eric showed a relieved expression.

I lifted the quilt, revealing only the parts below his thighs.He was wearing pajama pants and no socks.His feet were white and well shaped, with neatly manicured nails.I was afraid that his bare feet would be cold, so I found a blanket to cover him, and then began to massage his legs.

"How was the dance today?" he asked me.

"Very well, every corner is well arranged, the food is delicious, and the service of the servants is also very attentive. All in all, it was a successful dance and everyone had a great time." I replied to him.

"Well. Have you met Jialin's lover?" He asked again, "What do you think of him?"

"It's not bad, he looks very serious, but he should be a decent person. His behavior is quite decent, and he hasn't done anything inappropriate." I recalled.

"I believe in Jialin's vision. Besides, Earl Smedley and his wife both told me that he is a good boy. I can rest assured that Jialin can marry a good man. The next thing is to hope that they can give birth to a boy soon. As the heir to the manor and title."

"You thought about having an heir so early?" I teased him.

"Isn't it! How many manors have lost their heirs, and if something happens to me, this manor will do the same. So there must be enough heirs." He sighed softly.

"You won't be so prone to accidents." I said immediately, "You can't go out, so how can accidents happen in the manor!"

"It is the unexpected that is called an accident. Even if I say I will go tomorrow, it can happen." He closed his eyes and said calmly.

I didn't like the subject, and while he was right, I felt instinctively uncomfortable.

"Let's talk about something else. You'll be fine," I said.

"If today was the last day of your life, what would you do?" He didn't seem to want to avoid this topic.

I was silent.If today were the last day of my life, without a doubt, I would tell him I love him.I will give myself to him if he wants it.Claire didn't have time to express her love, leaving a lifetime of regrets.If I die tonight, I don't want to leave this regret.But I clearly know that this is just a hypothesis, I will not die.I still don't have the courage to say it.

"There is wine over there." He said suddenly, "You have been pressing for so long, go and have a drink and rest."

I poured myself a glass.I've had a few drinks in the banquet hall and I know I'm going to get drunk, but I feel like I need to get myself a glass now.It's a high-strength whiskey. I drank it in a hurry, and felt that my mouth and throat were burning hot.I drank a whole glass, sat for a while, and when I stood up again, I felt a little sloppy on my feet.

"Mr. Eric...are you asleep?" I asked him as I stumbled over to his bed with my arms propped up on it.

"No. Are you rested?" he asked.

"Hmm..." I answered in a daze.

"Are you...drinking too much?" He asked a little worriedly, "Do you need me to ask someone to take you to rest?"

"I'm probably drunk." I tilted my head, feeling uncomfortable, and muttered with a frown.

"It doesn't matter if you are drunk, you will always tell the truth when you are drunk. If today is the last day of your life, what would you do?" He opened his eyes and faced me, as if looking at me seriously, waiting for my words answer.

"If it's the last day... I think I'll probably tell him I love him." I was in a daze, I didn't know who was talking to me, so I replied.

"He? Not her?" the man asked me.

"Yes, it's him, it's Mr. Eric. I like him, no, I love him." I said to the man, "Please don't tell him, I'm afraid he hates me."

"No, Eric doesn't hate you," the man said, "Eric likes you too."

"Really?" I tried to open my eyes and found myself sitting on the ground, leaning against the bed.I am asleep?On the next bed lay Mr. Eric, his head turned in my direction.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you're dreaming." Mr. Eric smiled happily.He has such a nice smile.If this is in a dream, can I kiss him?I thought so and did so.Mr. Eric in the dream opened his mouth very cooperatively and responded to me gently.What a beautiful dream.

The author has something to say: Mr. Eric's perspective:

There are too many ladies at today's ball, Roman will be entangled by those women, he looks so good-looking, he must be very popular.I didn't want him to be entangled by those women, so I simply pretended to be uncomfortable and let him come to my bedroom.

He gave me a massage, and he didn't seem very skilled, too, after all, he is a doctor not a nurse, and there will always be people who don't know how to do it.But when I thought it was him, I couldn't restrain my excitement. Fortunately, he didn't notice under the quilt.

I tried to get him to confess, but he didn't.I persuaded him to drink the whiskey. I know he is a light drinker and beer is fine, but whiskey is easy to get drunk.Sure enough he quickly got drunk, didn't even know I was Eric, and told me he loved me.

"Am I dreaming?" He asked me, I told him he was dreaming, how could he not recognize me if he was awake?Knowing that he was in a dream, he boldly climbed onto the bed and kissed me. He kissed me so eagerly and affectionately, it was really cute.