gentleman's servant

The next morning, Oscar and Mrs. Alice sat face to face at the dining table.

The hosts' breakfast today is cheese, eggs, ham and fresh toast. Mrs. Alice frowned and complained to the housekeeper: "Why are these things again? Can't you bring me some fresh things to entertain me? Every day in the capital Ships plying the Mediterranean."

"I'm sorry, ma'am." The butler bent down and said, "It's winter, and both fruits and vegetables are very expensive, and they are not fresh, so there is no purchase."

Mrs. Alice fumbled for the knife and fork with her fingers, and then threw it on the dinner plate. She twitched her nose and said, "Don't say such things to deal with me. I know that everything here is under your control. A servant controls everything." You have the final say on the affairs of the manor, even the owner's expenses, you should really call the sheriff to check your property."

These words were very heartbreaking, and the butler of Hilton, who has always been calm, widened his eyes. He looked nervously at Viscount Oscar, hoping that he could make a rescue.

And Oscar was obviously distracted, he kept manipulating the knife and fork expressionlessly, until he heard Mrs. Alice's scream, he blinked his eyes and looked up.

"Anyway, I won't eat this kind of thing again in the future. If you still want to work in the manor, don't do things that deceive the master's trust." Mrs. Alice said sharply.

"Ma'am, your accusation is very disrespectful. I have served the Bruce family all my life, and I have always been diligent and diligent. I have never taken anything that does not belong to me, not even a penny!" The old housekeeper was obviously in a hurry , excitedly defending his character.

"How dare you talk to me like that! You are just a servant of our family!" Mrs. Alice wiped her mouth with a napkin rudely, stood up and said, "Oscar, you can't tolerate this guy anymore, you should fire him , I can find better housekeepers, they are young and strong, smart and loyal, and they are countless times stronger than this cunning old thing that can't walk!"

"For God's sake..." Butler Hilton made a cross on his chest and looked at Viscount Oscar: "I am willing to be questioned by anyone. If I take anything that does not belong to me, I am willing to go to hell."

"Oh! look at him, how rude!" screamed Lady Alice.

Oscar sighed, and dropped the knife and fork on the dinner plate. He crossed his hands and stared at the woman in front of him with his brown eyes. He kept silent, but Mrs. Alice suddenly tensed up.

"Even if he is just our servant, he has his own dignity and personality. Without any evidence, I don't want to hear any words that insult and belittle him. As the most noble woman in the domain of Mormont Manor, I hope that your words and deeds will be in line with your noble status."

Oscar's words made Mrs. Alice's complexion suddenly turn pale. She straightened her chin, with an insulted but self-respecting, inviolable posture.

"All my original intentions are for your own good. It's fine if you don't appreciate it, but you can't insult me ​​like this. I am your mother." As she spoke, tears filled her eyes.

Oscar kept his hands crossed, but in the end he sighed as if in compromise.

"Although the butler Hilton is old, he can still handle the affairs of the manor, and he has already found an apprentice to take over." Oscar glanced at me and said, "He told me that Owen is a calm and intelligent servant, and he understands Everything about the manor, you can follow him to learn the affairs of the manor, I believe in the choice of the steward."

I was taken aback by the sudden mention of my name. Is Oscar planning to let me take over as housekeeper?

Mrs. Alice's eyes also fixed on me suddenly, her narrow eyes scanned me up and down, and asked with a cold snort: "You are so young, what do you know?"

As she spoke, she looked at her contemptuously and said, "Have you ever been to school? Can you speak Latin and French? Do you know how to deal with tenants and tax officials?"

I took a step forward, bent over and said, "Returning to Madam, I haven't been to school, but..."

"You haven't even gone to school, and you want to be the housekeeper of the Viscount's manor, it's simply fantastic." She interrupted roughly, and then said to Oscar: "You are too soft-hearted, and you listen to the instigation of these servants. It will keep your property in your hands little by little, and when you find out, there is nothing left."

Mrs. Alice is obviously too stupid and doesn't know her son well enough. She behaved decently in the first few days, but she showed a greedy face of wanting to interfere in the affairs of the manor so quickly, and his son's tolerance for her Obviously it has reached its limit.

"Are you short of money again, mother?" Oscar said blankly, "If so, you can tell me directly, but please don't make trouble in the name of caring for me, otherwise I will refuse your visit next time."

"You...you..." Madam Alice immediately covered her face and burst into tears.

"I don't want money, I don't want money! How can you treat me like this? Do you think I'm only doing it for money? I'm your mother. Who else in this world will take you to heart besides me, you cruel-hearted, Are you afraid of going to hell, woo woo woo..."

"I'll give you one more chance. If you want money, please nod. Otherwise, I won't give you a penny when you leave this time." Oscar said with a livid face.

Mrs. Alice got up suddenly, and ran away crying.

She really didn't ask for money this time.

Maybe, she really learned smart this time.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of servants, Oscar walked into the study aggressively, like an iron furnace being burned by fire from beginning to end, as if it was about to explode.

I followed him into the study, but he got angry at me and said, "Why are you following me? I'm upset when I see you!"

His eyes were piercing, obviously he was angry, I didn't dare to confront him head-on, I hurriedly leaned over, wanting to back out.

But as soon as I took a step back, he strode over, grabbed my collar and said, "Asshole! How dare you go out and try!"

He stared at my face for a while, then suddenly became more angry, and said loudly: "Last night, I didn't sleep all night because of you bastard, and I wanted to go back to you several times. You slept peacefully, don't you have nothing tell me?"

I took a closer look at him, and found that his pale and thin face was a bit haggard, and the dark circles under his eyes were exposed.

After he left last night, I fell asleep quickly after being tormented by him, and got up again at five o'clock in the morning, so I didn't have the energy to think about it. I didn't expect him to stay up all night...

I involuntarily approached him, put my arms around his waist, and approached slowly.

His body froze all of a sudden, put his hands on my shoulders, and pushed me away.

I continued to approach, and then gently pressed his lips, he held his breath all of a sudden, opened his arms to hug me, and kissed frantically.

But after kissing for a while, he hurriedly pushed me away, walked to a place far away from me, and said to me with his back: "Don't do this..."

"Master Albert..." I called softly.

This is when we are intimate, and he tells me his name, his Christian name, and he likes that when we are intimate, and I call him that.

I walked over, hugged him from behind, and whispered in his ear: "Lord Albert..."

His breathing was obviously heavy, and he turned around and hugged me, pressing me against the wall.But when he was about to kiss me, he just stopped.

After staring into my eyes for a while, he let me go and said, "I don't like you like this."

"My lord, don't you...don't want it?"

"..." He was silent for a while and said: "No, I don't want to touch you like this at all, because you just want to perfuse me! I don't need pure carnal desires. If I want that kind of thing, I can get it as much as I want. You Treating me like this is an insult to my heart, and it's an insult to yourself."

The room became quiet. In the early morning of winter, the wind was raging outside, the sunlight was faint, shrouded in a thin layer of mist, just like my mood at this time, cold and vague.

"Why don't you admit that you love me?" He pulled me back and asked, "I know you love me, I know."

I lowered my eyes in panic, and a sense of guilt began to rise.

"Look into my eyes, I don't want you to run away from me all the time!"

"I didn't run away from you, my lord, I just..." I drooped my shoulders weakly, looked at the floor and said, "I'm not qualified to say such things..."

"What qualifications are you not?" He said angrily, "You told me about your dignity and personality that day. I thought you also wanted equal love. If that's the case, why do you care about the status between us?"

So far, I have decided to be honest with him.I looked at him, and the bits and pieces since I met him flashed through my mind, as long as a lifetime.

"I don't care so much about the gap between our statuses, even though we're thousands of miles apart. I say I'm not qualified because I've done terrible things and I'm not as good as you think. If one day you know that I Whatever you have done, you will definitely regard me as the most hateful person in the world, even looking at me will make your eyes dirty."

These words sound stupid, but they are true.Oscar is a man who has a vengeance. Mrs. Alice's lover who once hurt him is still being revenged by him in his own way, and I am [-] times more terrible than what that man has done.

Oscar was completely stunned. He stared at me and asked, "What have you done?"

"It's a horrible thing that you can't imagine at all."

"If you don't say it, how do you know I won't accept it?"

"It is precisely because I know that you will find it difficult to accept that I will not say it."

"It's just ridiculous, I can't accept such a ridiculous answer."

I was silent for a while, and said cruelly, "Because I can't face my conscience, please forgive me."

Just as Oscar was about to refute, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and Billy's voice came from the door.

"grown ups……"

Oscar took a deep breath, then glared at me, and I hurried to open the door.

Billy walked in and reported: "My lord, Mrs. Alice ordered that a ball be held in the manor... The butler asked me to ask, you see..."

"Prom?" Oscar's face became very ugly: "I'm not in the mood to deal with her affairs now, ask her how much she wants, and then let her go!"

Billy hesitated for a moment, walked up to Oscar, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Oscar's originally extremely impatient expression calmed down, and then he glanced at me and ordered: "I see, let her do whatever she wants."

Then Oscar dropped me in the study.

That afternoon, he wrote invitation letters to several families, and the manor became busy in an instant, because the new viscount was going to hold a ball at Mormont Manor.