gentleman's manor

In the early morning, after returning from a walk, Viscount Constantine took his two sons to drink tea in the garden.

Viscount Constantine is in his 60s and has four sons and two daughters. Compared to other nobles, Viscount Constantine is extremely rich.His daughters are all married, and they are very respectable.The four sons did not indulge themselves just because they were the heirs of the nobles, but they all went through a hard university life, and after graduation they all entered the parliament or found very decent jobs.

Recently, however, there was something that bothered Lord Viscount. He couldn't help complaining in front of his son: "He inherited Quint Manor less than a month after he was born, but his mother is a lowly merchant's daughter, and that mistress and her children They still rely on the manor. Our family's good reputation has been affected by them, and I should say that the manor should not have been divided in the first place."

"Did the previous heir die? I remember he inherited the manor not long ago." said Eric, the eldest son of Viscount Constantine. As the heir of the manor, he got married in his teens and already had two sons. A man with a very calm personality.

"Yes, he has smallpox, what a pathetic guy." The Viscount raised his eyebrows, and then he turned to his youngest son Louis, who has been a little out of his mind recently. As his father, the Viscount probably understood why, he sighed He sighed and said, "Dear Louis, are you busy with work recently? I heard that Alva is married. When will you get married?"

Elder brother Eric also agreed: "You are the son of the viscount, there are thousands of ladies who want to marry you, can't you find one you like? Mom, they are all worried about you."

"No one stipulates that men must be married, please forgive me, I'm sorry." Louis frowned, left the two of them and left the table.

Viscount Constantine said helplessly to his elder son: "This guy is the youngest, and he was spoiled by you since he was a child. His personality is really awkward. I don't know who will stand him in the future."

Eric shrugged in agreement.

The Viscount took a sip of his tea, and then said to his son, "Send someone to keep an eye on Quint Manor."

Eric paused and looked at his father: "How to say?"

"I don't want those lowly people to ruin our surname Constantine anymore, and send someone to watch them to see if there is anything wrong." The viscount sighed and said: "Some things only depend on the result, You can't look at the surface. The result is that my cousin's eldest son and second son died, leaving only a baby who didn't understand anything, and the manor continued to be controlled by low-level people. It's useless to find any reason, the world How could there be such a coincidence, would a manor owner be so easily infected with smallpox?"

Louis, who was upset, came to the back garden. He saw Dickon who was busy digging the land, so he leaned against a tree, lit a cigar, and just looked at him without saying a word.

Dickon also saw Louis, he grasped the hoe nervously, and froze in place.He has been in the Viscount Manor for a month, and he can meet Mr. Louis almost every day, but he has never met alone, and he has no chance to ask why he was brought to the manor.

"What do you think of this place? Compared to Bruce Manor," Louis said.

"Very nice sir, it's very beautiful here," said Dickon, with his head bowed.

"Do you find it hard?" Louis took a puff of cigarettes, and the smoke curled up around him.

"No, not at all." Dickon hesitated, looked at Louis solemnly and asked, "Sir, why, why did you let me come to your manor?"

"You're a gardener, aren't you? Of course I want you to grow flowers, otherwise what else can you do?" Louis snorted.

Dickon was disappointed for a while. Originally, he secretly held some expectations. After all, Mr. Louis helped him and forgave him. He thought that Mr. Louis liked him a little bit, so he took him to Constantine Manor.

Maybe it was because of the obvious disappointment on Dickon's face, Louis coughed dryly and said, "I'm used to seeing a bunch of flowers on the windowsill every morning."

After speaking, Louis turned and left, leaving Dickon ecstatic.

The next day, before dawn, Dickon secretly carried the ladder to Mr. Lewis' window, and then quietly climbed up.Before he could put the flowers on the window sill, the window suddenly opened. Mr. Lewis in pajamas put his hands on the window and looked at him expressionlessly.

"First...sir...you..." Dickon flusteredly held the red rose to Mr. Louis, his face blushing shyly.

Louis took the red rose and sniffed it lightly, and commented: "Not bad."

"Then... I'm leaving." Dickon was about to climb down the ladder.

"You come so early every day?" Louis asked suddenly.

"Yes, the servants are up at six, and I am an hour earlier," said Dickon.

"However, it would disturb my rest so early," Louis said.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll be late tomorrow..."

"But what if the early servant finds out?"

"This...I..." Dickon didn't know what to do, he could only stare blankly at Mr. Louis.

Louis leaned in front of Dickon and gently touched his cheek with a rose: "It's better to come earlier, in the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep."

Dickon's face instantly turned red and smoked, and he murmured, "Okay... yes, sir."

"You can go now," Louis said, taking the rose back.

"See you later, sir." Dickon almost said and moved, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and almost stepped on the wrong ladder and fell off.

During the day, Louis sat in the garden all day, and Dickon waited on the flowers and trees beside him. The two did not speak a word, only occasionally meeting their eyes.Dickon always looked at him, turned his head with a red face, and then dared not look at him for a long time.

At this time, Louis's sister, Hai Li, walked over aggressively with her skirt in her hand, sat down in front of Louis and said, "I'm so pissed off!"

"What makes you so angry?"

"You don't even know what happened to me today! I went to a banquet, and someone at the banquet laughed at me for chasing a man named Carlos before I got married. God, I almost went up and tore that woman's mouth open. It was only later that I found out that they were talking about an illegitimate daughter of a neighbor's family." Haili fanned her fan vigorously and said angrily, "I must let my father condemn their family, it is simply embarrassing!"

Just as she was talking, a gust of wind blew over and knocked Mrs. Haili's hat into the pool next to her.

"Oh, my hat." Mrs. Haley stood up, pointed to Dickon beside her and said, "Can you swim? Go and get my hat back."

Louis frowned and said, "What do you need for a broken hat that's all wet? I'll buy you a whole new one."

"What do you know? My son bought it for me. Do you have anything to compare it to?"

Dickon smiled and said, "Happy to be of your service, ma'am." As he spoke he swam into the pool and fished out Mrs. Hayley's hat.

"Ma'am, the hat is soaked through. Shall I give it directly to your maid?" asked Dickon.

"Oh...of course..." Mrs. Hayley didn't look at the hat, her eyes just lingered on Dickon's wet body, and then stared straight at Dickon's legs.

"Cough, sister, shouldn't you go see your mother first?" Louis said angrily.

"Oh, don't worry." Mrs. Hayley sat down with a smile, stared at Dickon's face and asked, "What's your name? You're new here?"

"Mrs., my name is Dickon Warren, and I'm the new gardener."

"Gardener? If you don't mind, can you cut me some roses?"

"Okay, ma'am." Dickon turned around and cut a few roses from the bushes, and put them on the table, saying, "Ma'am, your roses."

Mrs. Hayley kept her eyes on Dickon's body and said without raising her head, "Go and cut a few more branches. I want a shorter one. It's better to grow close to the ground. Those ones."

"But those aren't roses," said Dickon honestly.

"It's ok."

Louis couldn't bear it, and said coldly, "Are you enough?"

Mrs. Hai Li was exposed by someone, and she gave her younger brother a dissatisfied look and said, "If you don't like it, get out of here."

The two siblings stared at each other for a long time, and finally Mrs. Hai Li lost the battle and left the garden muttering, without taking any of the cut roses.

Dickon looked at the roses on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then asked Mr. Lewis: "Do you need me to send these flowers?"

"Come here." Louis sat on the chair, staring at Dickon deeply.

"Yes, sir." Dickon stood in front of Louis without knowing why.

And the next moment, Mr. Lewis' hand touched between Dickon's legs.

Dickon stepped aside in fright, covering his baby with both hands, his face turning purple.

However, Mr. Louis stretched out his hand again reluctantly, and firmly touched his thigh and buttocks several times.Dickon was able to cover the baby, but he couldn't cover other places. He was so embarrassed by being touched, and finally squatted on the ground in shame, begging for mercy in a low voice: "Don't...don't...sir...don't..."

"Next time, if you want to be so profligate and deliberately seduce people, I won't let you go." Louis said excitedly, panting heavily.

"I'm not seducing," said Dickon, blushing.

"Go change your clothes, you idiot." Louis took advantage enough, took a newspaper and handed it to him contentedly: "Stay in the way, don't forget to come to deliver flowers at night."

That night, after Dickon sneaked up on the balcony, Mr. Lewis opened the window and entered the room by pulling Dickon's collar.

Louis was wearing a brown silk nightgown, and there was no light in the room except for the moonlight.

Dickon was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he couldn't say anything nervous, and just stared blankly at the other party.

Louis walked around Dickon and ordered, "Take off all your clothes."

Dickon looked at Mr. Lewis' eyes that seemed to be eating people, shy and frightened, and hesitated.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Louis sat down by the bed, fixed his eyes on Dickon and said, "I've already done that to me, why are you pretending now?"

Dickon bit his lip, untied his clothes, took them off and threw them on the ground.Then he put his hand on his pants again, and looked at Mr. Louis hesitantly, with an uneasy and flustered expression on his face.

Louis's breathing suddenly became short and heavy. He pressed his hands between his legs and ordered eagerly, "Take it off."

Dickon had to unbutton his belt, and the trousers slid down his legs to his feet.He stood there naked, the cool air irritated his skin, and Dickon's mind went blank. He closed his eyes and let himself be fully exposed.