gentleman's servant

"My lord... what are you doing here?"

"Who is that?" he asked me.

"It's Betty, who used to be the cook at the manor. She just passed by, so she came to visit me." I said.

Oscar looked at me for a while, then suddenly said, "She must like you very much."

I smiled helplessly and teased him: "Of course, women like me, don't you already know?"

He didn't compete with me as usual, and suddenly left without saying anything.

He rode a horse for a morning in the woods, and when he came back, his ears were red from the cold.

Then he went to the study, where he played the violin alone.

Lord Viscount hasn't played the violin for a long time, I don't know why he is upset.

If only because I said a few words to a young girl, it would be too strange.I also often chat with the young maid in the manor. Although he can say a few sour words, that's all.

I pushed open the door of the study and walked in. The person who was playing the violin with his back to me stopped, put the violin in the case, closed the lid, and gently touched the fine carvings on the case.

"What's bothering you?" I asked him.

"I have nothing to worry about." He said stubbornly.

"Then why are you playing the violin alone in the room?"

"...because I want to."

The narrow-minded lover was playing his temper again, so I had to coax him.

After hugging and kissing for a long time, he said in a roundabout way: "That Betty is so nice? Look at her, she lost her soul."

These words are really sour.

I hurriedly said: "She is not well at all, besides, she is going to get married soon, she just came to say hello to me."

Oscar looked at me meaningfully: "Is that really the case?"

"Come on, my lord, I haven't even spoken to her. What's the difference between her and other maids? If you are not satisfied with this, you might as well not keep maids in the manor."

"Of course she is different from other maids. Will other maids look at you like her?" He said sullenly.

Lord Viscount is not a person to be fooled easily, obviously he knows something.

He asked me directly: "Does she love you?"

Then without my answering, he said again: "Because I love you too, so I know."

I smiled awkwardly, no longer defended, but said: "Don't be like this, you know I love you, and I won't look at anyone but you."

Oscar was silent for a while, then suddenly asked me: "Owen, when did you fall in love with me?"

He lowered his head and looked at me deeply, with irresistible seriousness in his eyes.

This question stunned me for a moment.

when?

When is it?

I looked at him, all the past flashed in my mind.

Oscar didn't wait for my answer, he continued to ask: "Are you naturally fond of men like me?"

I don't know how to answer this question, because for a long time, I confuse my guilt for him with love, and when I fell in love with him, even I don't know.

And the boundary between guilt and love is not clear, both feelings are so strong that I can give everything for him.If I had to say it, maybe from the moment I saw him again in my life, I mixed up the feelings.

There is no need to say anything about guilt, and there is no need to say anything about love.

He is so important, he occupies all my mind, such a strong feeling, even if compared with love, what is lacking?

So I looked at him and said, "I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

He blushed all of a sudden, lowered his head and said, "How could...I...I am not only hunchbacked, but also not outstanding in appearance. How can a person fall in love with each other when they first meet? They don't know each other, it's out of the question……"

My heart was very hot, and I couldn't help saying to him: "Of course people don't fall in love with each other when they meet for the first time. How can we talk about love if we don't understand? But I knew you before I saw you." gone."

He looked at me suspiciously: "Why do you know me?"

I clenched my fist and said, "I've heard about you, I've heard... People who know you have talked about you, I know about you, I know you're a good person, I know you're smart, I know a lot about you..."

Oscar looked at me for a long time, then suddenly smiled, and then he muttered: "So you really seduced me on purpose from the beginning? I knew it a long time ago, and my feeling is not wrong."

Then he said to himself: "You climbed onto my bed first, and then you dangled in front of me all day long, not only reading love poems to me on purpose, but also peeking at me all day long, seducing me while I was taking a shower, and... Still standing in the way of my horse riding, stripping naked and chopping firewood..."

As he spoke, he said that he was angry.

"You seduced me first, but you always torture me."

Hearing this, I was really angry and funny.

How come I don't remember reading love poems to him, and what happened to seducing him while bathing him?As for undressing and chopping wood...

He thinks too much...

"Well, I remember wrongly, I fell in love with you probably a long, long time later." I said with a sigh.

He hugged me angrily, kissed me vigorously and said: "Then I am too pitiful, I fell in love with you the first time we met, I..."

He looked at me for a while, and said stupidly: "I... I woke up from my illness and saw you lying beside me. You are so beautiful, as beautiful as an angel... My heart beat like it was about to break chest……"

His confession made my heart burn, and I looked at him fixedly.

He said: "So, you can't remember wrongly, you said you fell in love with me a long time ago, I'm so happy to hear that..."

This moment was really warm. After we were intimate for a while, he forgot about other things and began to feel complacent, talking endlessly about me deliberately seducing him, and even made various unreasonable demands. , like when he made me wear those straps that I wouldn't wear anyway.

We can't let him continue to push forward. This guy is too familiar with this set. If he is allowed to be proud, he will definitely sign a series of unequal treaties.

I said coolly, "My lord, did you really fall in love with me the first time you saw me?"

He blushed and said, "Little bastard, how many times do you want me to repeat it?"

"But... when we first met, it wasn't when I was taking care of you when you were sick."

He asked strangely: "Isn't it? When did we meet? Have you been to Delman Manor before?"

I looked at him and said, "We first met in the restaurant at Mormont Manor, and I served you the food myself."

I leaned up to him and asked, "So you're lying when you say I'm beautiful like an angel, and your heart is beating like it's going to burst through your chest? Look at you, when you first met me, you didn't have anything to do with me. Impressions, you actually have the nerve to say that you fell in love with me the first time we met."

Oscar was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth, and said in a panic, "How? Of course I have the impression, I just..."

He hesitated for a moment, and said forcefully: "We didn't talk at the time, so it's not considered a meeting."

"Of course we talked. I stood in front of you with a plate and asked you if you want to take it. I asked you several times, but you didn't lift your eyelids or look at me."

He was speechless by what I said, and looked at me in bewilderment.

After a while, he lowered his head and said, "It's impossible for me to fall in love with someone just because of her beauty. I'm sorry, I gradually realized that I fell in love with you during the time I was with you. Would you blame me? Because I didn't notice you when we first met."

I didn't say anything, just hugged him with one hand and quietly enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.

But afterward, he insisted on forcing me to do a very embarrassing thing.

"I want you to go and tell her that you are now in love and very happy," he said.

"It's too strange, what's the point? Besides, it's basically hard for us to meet again, so why go to her and talk about such an embarrassing thing." I had nothing to say.

"If you don't go, I'll send Billy to talk."

God, please stop making trouble for no reason, I said with a headache: "Aren't you afraid of shame?"

"If I don't talk about it, I won't be able to sleep." He frowned and said very seriously.

"I've been sleeping next to you. Can a woman who is about to get married make you so worried? You are the only one in my heart. What are you worried about?"

"I don't want... There is someone who loves you like me, who is always thinking of you... No one can love you except me!"

Not only does he want me not to love others, but it is also impossible for others to love me.

My narrow-minded lover is really too narrow-minded.

Since I couldn't write this embarrassing letter anyway, Lord Viscount himself wrote a letter to Betty in my name. In the letter, he wrote eloquently that I fell into a crazy love with an unknown woman, and I loved to death. Just like the lovers sung in poetry.

Regardless of my obstruction, he persistently sent the letter.

I have already anticipated people's reaction after receiving this letter. Regardless of whether we can find literate people in the village to understand the complicated letter written by Lord Viscount in gorgeous cursive script, people will probably directly call me Think of it as a neuropathy.

Alas, after ruining my reputation, Lord Viscount can finally sleep peacefully.