aristocratic engagement

The name was not entirely new to Darcy—her uncle was Mr. Gardner, with whom Darcy had met a few times many years ago.

However, that strange feeling did not originate from that chance encounter.

He once described to Anne one of his dreams—in the dream, there was a strange woman with a vague face standing beside him. Miss Anne de Bauer and he had not come to this end at all, and Rosings Manor In the end it became a ruin.

But just now, the moment he saw Elizabeth Bennet, that blurred face suddenly became clear.

—God!That woman is her?

——How could it be her?

Darcy was in a trance. At first he was a little dazed, and then various complex emotions rose in his heart: gratitude, fear and guilt.

How could he have such a dream in his subconscious?Darcy has very few memories of "Bennet", but at that time, this Miss Elizabeth was just a little girl, not to mention completely different from her present appearance, and she could not be recognized as the same person at a glance.

Darcy once heard a theory: even if all the faces that appeared in the dream were unfamiliar, they had met by chance and passed by.

However, since this is the case, what is going on now?

"Darcy... Darcy! Darcy?" Anne's call brought him back to reality.

Darcy came back to his senses and looked down at his lover: "What's wrong?"

Anne tiptoed helplessly and pinched his cheek: "Miss Elizabeth and Miss Bennet have left, we have an appointment to meet next time——what happened to you just now? Your face is smelly, although Liz didn't say anything, but I I can see that she is a little angry. She is sensitive and must think you are prejudiced against her."

As soon as Darcy grasped her hand, she leaned to her lips and kissed lightly: "I... I just thought of something just now, and my mind was distracted. How could I have prejudice against her? I almost didn't even think about it. who."

Darcy didn't know why, but he subconsciously lied.

'You recognized him immediately!you liar! '

A voice from the bottom of my heart shouted.

"Elizabeth Bennet, her uncle is Mr. Gardner." Annie took his hand and walked back, "Mr. Bennet held a dance for her in May this year and invited me... ...But I fainted at that time, and it was impossible for my mother to remember to write to them to inform them, but it made her worry about me for a long time in vain."

Darcy said nothing.

Annie stopped in her tracks, looked at his side face and blinked.Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and wiped the sweat from Darcy's forehead.

Darcy stiffened suddenly.

Anne pretended not to know, took out a silk handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped her hands.Darcy grabbed her handkerchief, he wiped his face carelessly, then covered his face with the handkerchief, and took a deep breath.

The unique fragrance of roses on Annie's handkerchief made him finally feel back to reality and down to earth.

"Are you hot?" Annie asked, "Then let's go back as soon as possible."

Darcy nodded, took off Anne's handkerchief, kneaded it into a ball and brought it to the tip of his nose while smelling it, and asked, "What perfume do you use? It's so clean, I don't seem to have smelled it on anyone else before."

"The perfume that Rosalie Rose Garden specially formulated for me." Annie wanted to take back her handkerchief, but he deftly blocked it.

Annie raised her eyebrows: "However, from your words, you seem to have smelled a lot of 'perfume'?"

Darcy folded a few stacks of Anne's handkerchiefs, stuffed them on his chest, and said, "Are you jealous? But I can justify this point. The use of perfume is much more popular in France than in England. I once tried to find a I gave you and Georgiana the most unique flavor, but before I found it, I ran into a war."

The corners of Annie's mouth rose slightly: "Then I will reluctantly accept your explanation."

Darcy suddenly bent down, sniffed close to Annie's ears, took a deep breath, and saw with satisfaction that the blush gradually spread from the ears to the entire neck.

"It really smells like this." Darcy patted the place where Annie's handkerchief was hidden on his chest, "Give this to me?"

In this way, I can smell your scent anytime, anywhere.

Annie raised her eyebrows and grabbed his collar.

Darcy lowered his head.

Annie gently pressed her wide hat brim with both hands, blocking their approaching lips from both sides.

Darcy only thought it was a shallow kiss, but he didn't expect Anne to open her mouth actively, and the tip of her tongue seduced/led him to dance together.Darcy's breath was a little unsteady, and she opened her mouth cooperatively, trying to regain the dominance, but she pushed it back gently.

There is also a sugar that is pushed back, which is rose-flavored.

After delivering the candy, Anne also let go of her hand holding the brim of the hat, and covered his mouth: "You took it all away, and asking me for it again, isn't it too domineering, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy was panting slightly, and was actually a little blushed by her teasing.

Annie turned around with satisfaction and strode towards the place where the carriage stopped.

For a while, Darcy stood still and couldn't move. He clutched his chest, shook his head helplessly and smiled.He didn't react until Annie drifted away, and chased after her in three steps at a time.

He didn't see that Annie's lips were tightly pursed the moment she turned around.

The Fitzwilliam family did not live in the former Earl's Mansion. As soon as Lance entered the city, he was led to their residence by the servant sent by the Earl.Annie tried to persuade her to stay, but Lance could only give him an embarrassed smile.

Annie had no choice but to tell the servant that she would definitely visit after she settled down.

After watching Lance leave, Anne was dragged into the carriage by Madam Catherine dejectedly.

"Is Lawrence trying to draw a line with me?" Anne was very hurt.

Madam Catherine touched her head: "If you were him, you wouldn't live in it - I didn't tell you before, because I was afraid you would think too much. Lawrence is now the earl, and he should have his own mansion."

"Having said that," Annie pouted relentlessly, "I'm still willing to return this house to them. After all, it was the place where my uncle lived for more than [-] years, but his wife and children died after his death." Then moved out and gave the house to me—”

"Your uncle regards you as his own child." Madam Catherine cut off her thoughts, "Stop rambling, that house used to be where your father lived. Don't you want to inherit your father's inheritance?"

Anne had no choice but to live again in the former Earl's Mansion - now "Louis Garden".

The servants of Rosings Manor came to clean up early, but Anne did not live in the magnificent master bedroom, but went straight to the top floor, the house where seven summers had been spent.

Anne and the Bennet sisters agreed to meet at the coffee shop opposite the bank, and she chose this place for a reason—she first went to meet Mr. Smith of the bank, her sole manager, Richter & Co. The only person here who knows her true identity is also the second largest shareholder of Richter Company.

Because of the contract signed by Ms. de Bauer and him, the property managed by Mr. Smith has doubled several times in the past few years, gradually defeated other competitors, and became the vice president of the main bank.

At the beginning, he bought a 5% stake in Richter's new invention company at a very low price—compared to the current astronomical figure, which made his property rise with Richter. For a while, he became a The hottest upstart in London.

This gave Mr. Smith great respect and confidence in Miss de Bauer.

To tell the truth, it was Mademoiselle de Bourgh who broke his prejudice against ladies.Mr. Smith initially wondered if his decision had been hasty, if it was just a whim.

However, his doubts were shattered one by one.

Miss de Bauer completely impressed him with her unique vision and courage.

When Annie came to the bank wearing a long dress made of flowing clouds, Mr. Smith, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted her graciously before she stepped into the bank, attracting passers-by to stare.

"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Smith, but it makes me a little nervous." Annie saluted him, with a shy smile on her face, and said casually, "I'm here today just to notarize the ownership of a property. You know, it's a legacy..."

Her voice gradually weakened, but she deliberately let the eavesdroppers understand clearly.

"I understand! Miss de Bourgh! Please come with me, I have already prepared." Mr. Smith understood, he spread his hands, and led Annie to walk inside.

Anne took Darcy's arm: "This is Mr. Darcy, Fitzwilliam Darcy, you must have heard of this name?"

Mr. Smith is kind and friendly: "No wonder I feel so familiar! I used to have business dealings with old Mr. Darcy...Mr. Darcy, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Darcy nodded to him, his eyebrows were proud, and he looked like a big landlord.

That's right, this was the role Anne deliberately played outside—an ordinary manor owner with some inheritance and money.

The three came to Mr. Smith's office.

Mr. Smith graciously sent for tea and refreshments—all high-end goods from Rosalie Rose Garden.He talked eloquently, complimenting Anne on her beauty and intelligence.

Annie couldn't help laughing when he heard him going around and not talking about confidential topics: "Mr. Smith, I don't have to hide my property from Mr. Darcy, he is my...Partner."

Annie deliberately added an accent to the word, and Mr. Smith raised his eyebrows, realizing it.

"I wondered at first why you cut me off from business with Mr. Ellen Edgerton, a clever and hard-hearted young man who would have been the best choice for a partner. But seeing Mr. Darcy, I I understand."

Darcy's eyes dimmed when he mentioned the name Alan Edgerton.

"The matter of severing ties with him has nothing to do with Mr. Darcy." Anne shook her head lightly. Darcy was not her candidate. Mr. Smith's words were really misleading, "Mr. Egerton failed me trust."

"I heard that he is going to hold a wedding." Mr. Smith nodded.

Seeing Darcy's face getting worse, Anne shook her hands and almost spilled tea on her body: "No, you misunderstood... Mr. Edgerton and I used to be friends at most. I—"

Annie's words were suddenly interrupted by the noise from outside the door.

The door was suddenly knocked open from the outside.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't stop Mr. Bergram!" Mr. Smith's assistant panted and explained behind one person.

Mr. Bergram's eyes were so bright that he didn't seem to see anyone else in the office, and rushed straight to Mr. Smith: "Mr. Smith! I succeeded! Oh my god, it was really done by me!" It's done, I-"

"Mr. Bergram!" Mr. Smith's tone was a little harsh, "Didn't you see? I have guests here!"

Mr. Bergram turned his head following his fingers, and saw a man and a woman sitting on the sofa.

His eyes were instantly glued to the girl's body, his face was fascinated, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Mr. Darcy coughed heavily.

The author has something to say: Partner means both a partner and a partner... Annie is secretly giving Darcy a reassurance. (It's a pity that Mr. Smith didn't understand)

Godly Annie hee hee hee hee hee hee