gentleman's servant

Then Owen's original owner, Baron Oscar, arrives.

He warned Annie that he could not continue to do lace business with Owen, but offered to help her settle the bank's arrears, and said that he would buy Andre's paintings.

Owen left with Baron Oscar, and they left in such a hurry that Owen didn't even have time to say goodbye to her.

Not long after, someone actually came and bought Andre's painting.

Their lives turned around for the better.

The art business is a very strange place, or you can't sell a single painting, but as long as a critic writes an article or two praising it, the demand immediately exceeds the supply.

Many people came here especially for the name, and they paid a lot of money to buy Andre's paintings.

Andre's title suddenly changed to Mr. He never knew that Mr. Oscar helped him, he was just happy that he was finally appreciated.He bought a house, hired a maid, and bought her beautiful dresses and jewelry.

With all this changing, Andre seemed to be a teenager again.

He started talking about loving her again, saying she was beautiful, and he drew her on the drawing paper again.

After learning the news of her pregnancy, he was so happy that he stayed up all night. He searched for many names, and even the school they would attend in the future. He said he would save money to send his son to the Royal Academy of Arts, and give The daughter saves a dowry so that she can marry a gentleman in the future.

But Annie was not so happy.

She thought of Owen more than once, and couldn't help thinking that if she married Owen, then their future children would be servants, but there was nothing wrong with servants, as long as they were down-to-earth, just like his father.

One day, the maid came to tell her.

"Ma'am, there is a lowly woman outside. She can't be chased away no matter what. She is still yelling loudly, saying that she is the mistress of the husband. Do you want to go to the magistrate..."

"No, I'm going to see her." Annie said.

Anne saw the woman at the door, they met for the first time, but Anne recognized her at a glance, because she appeared in Andre's paintings countless times.

Andre sold those paintings for sky-high prices. Who knew that the woman in the paintings was this prostitute?

Everyone thought that the model in Andre's painting was his wife, a decent and good woman who worked to save money to support her husband's painting.

Rich people don't hang pictures of prostitutes on their walls.

But this prostitute really looks like herself, they all have thick red hair, Anne felt as if she saw a mirror, but she was infinitely luckier than this prostitute.

Although the woman clamored to see her, she fell silent after seeing her.

Finally, she asked, "Where's Andre? I want to see him."

"He's gone to the Academy of Art, and he wants to instruct students there. You can come in and have a sit." Annie said.

The maid exclaimed: "Ma'am, how can you let this kind of woman in, absolutely not! Absolutely not! If people know about it, your reputation will be ruined!"

"No one will know as long as you keep your mouth shut," said Anne, and she invited the woman into the living room and brought her food and tea.

"I don't need these noble people's things, just give me a glass of wine." She sat on the sofa in an awkward position, but it was obvious that she was a little nervous and very unnatural.

Anne had thought that they would fight, just like those women in the factory. If one of them slept with another's husband, the women would tear each other's hair and bite like wild dogs.

But no, Annie felt nothing, even if Andre continued to be with this woman, it didn't matter.

She doesn't seem to care who Andre is with and where he has been. When did this start?Did he start drinking and hit her for the first time, or let her face the bank's dunning by herself?she can't remember...

"You are such a lucky woman." The woman suddenly laughed, and she laughed at herself, laughing louder and louder, and even shed tears.

Her messy hair was matted, tears ruined the makeup on her face, one black, one white...

"He loves me, you know! He loves me!" she yelled, "He paints me, every one of his paintings is me, has he ever painted you? Has he ever painted you?"

Annie didn't answer the question, she just asked her: "Why did you find this place? Did Andre stop seeing you?"

The woman was stunned for a while, then sneered, "Yes, you are happy, but do you think you are the winner?"

"I'll tell you how he fucked me, when he was with me we were entangled like snakes, he loved me to death! He's still with you just because of this damn marriage, he's already I don't love you anymore, he only has me in his heart, it's you who made us unable to be together, it's you!"

Annie looked at the crazy woman in front of her, and for the first time a strong thought came to her heart.

If she could really get rid of such a marriage, she would run faster than Andre.

She can be a maid, she can be a worker, she doesn't care about hard work, but unfortunately...

Now even if she wants to be led and sold like a cow, it's impossible.

At this time, the door of the room opened suddenly, and Andre came back.

He stared at the woman with a cold look: "What are you doing here!"

"Andre..." The woman looked at him in panic.

"Get out!" He said coldly.

"Andre, don't do this to me, I love you..." she said with tears.

"I never loved you, please don't get me wrong. I just ask you to be a model, and I pay you every time. Apart from that, we have nothing to do with each other."

The woman wanted to say something, but Andre grabbed her arm and pushed her out of the door.

"She didn't say anything nonsense, don't listen to her, nothing happened to me and her." Andre explained with his head down.

"Don't worry, I don't care what she says." Annie said, and she meant it sincerely.

"Annie, I'm sorry, I've done a lot of stupid things in the past, can you forgive me? I just failed at everything, I can't give you a good life, I can only make you suffer, so I'm afraid to face you. That woman... I Just take her for you."

"Do you still love me?" Andre asked suddenly.

Love, Anne opened her mouth, just about to answer him as usual.

This is an answer without a second answer. They are a husband and wife. Under the witness of God, they have a bad marriage and love each other forever. Only death can separate them.

"We're going to have kids, stop saying those stupid things," said Anne, who didn't answer the question after all.

Andre is obviously very disappointed, he treats her better and better, buys all expensive things to make her happy, Anne also wants to fall in love with him again, but the impulsive feelings in her youth seem to have disappeared.

Soon Anne heard that the whore had died, festering and dying of love sickness.

It was a terrible contagion, and every man who had an affair with her avoided it.

Andre is fine, he is not infected, maybe it is true as he said, he has nothing to do with that woman, he just paid her to be a model.

But the news didn't make Anne happy either.

This big house, the servants in the house, the beautiful clothes, the expensive food, maybe in the eyes of many people, this is extremely enviable, and many women are willing to exchange everything.

But not Anne.

She stroked her belly, her baby was about to be born.

She is a noble lady, and her parents are proud of her, thinking that she has vision and married a good man with a future.

The other women praised her because she lived frugally, worked hard, and helped her husband get ahead.

She must accept all this quietly, decently, and live like all decent women.

It's just that in her dream, she occasionally remembered that scene, she became a cow led by a rope, and was tied up forever.

Annie felt that such days were very tormenting.

Until one day, she heard the chatter of noble ladies.

"The lady divorced her husband because the husband had a mistress outside."

"Now she is pitiful. Her son and daughter were taken away by her husband and she was not allowed to see them. His husband took the children just to make her feel bad. He left the children with his relatives, who lived with his mistress. "

"You know? The lady wrote her own books to support herself, but her husband took her to court to take away her payment for writing books. You know, a woman is not allowed to have property, even if she earns her own money, it belongs to her husband of……"

After hearing this, Annie suddenly felt relieved.

Yes, what can I do?Even aristocratic women are unavoidable, let alone her... women are all cattle, they are all chained.

Maybe one day such a world could change, but she couldn't see it.