Chetlow Manor

The feasts of the social season always lasted many days, and during the feasts at Chettlow Castle the weather remained purely sunny.

Chetlow Castle ushered in its long-lost excitement.

In fact, very few banquets have been held here since O'Harys Hutton's accession to the title.At first people thought it must be young O'Halis mourning his father's death; The duke was busy with his official duties; later, people began to speculate whether the young duke had already quietly had his lover in the castle.

See, people always love to find all kinds of excuses for the young duke, although he himself never explained the reason, but the fact is in front of him, every time it comes to the social season, Chettelo Castle seems to be the most beautiful in the land of France. Quiet ducal mansion.

Even so, there are still many young ladies coveting the position of the Duchess of Hutton, not only because this position represents lofty status and endless wealth, but also because of the handsome face of Ohalis Hutton.

Oh, perhaps many ladies think that even if they are not the Duchess, it would be nice to have a romantic encounter with the Duke of Hutton one night.

Unfortunately, for so many years, it seems that Oharis Hutton has never had any lover by his side, and even rarely participated in the banquets of the upper class, yes, the open secrets of the upper class.

Oh come on, what does it matter if rich people pursue freedom and enjoyment?After all, the marriages of these aristocrats are mostly the product of marriage. For them, love is just one of the high-end luxury items in the cupboard. If you like another one tomorrow, just replace it.

Anyway, they have a lot of time and money waiting to go to waste.

Hughden is different from these nobles, so many girls still want to approach him full of romance.

If Morn knew what these women were thinking, he would definitely laugh at them, and lament their naivety by the way.Such a fox-like man with an innocent and elegant appearance, who would have thought that there is such a cruel and cunning person inside.

The banquet went on as scheduled.

The castle was resplendently decorated, the floor of the ballroom made of marble was shining, the ladies wore gorgeous and exaggerated long dresses, their hair was tied into complicated buns, and their red lips were smiling enchantingly.

Surrounded by the crowd, Hughden held a red wine glass and received all the guests with a smile on his face. Surrounded by a group of young ladies, he seemed to be able to do a job with ease.

Too much politeness, not enough intimacy.

Moen was required to accompany him all the way, but how could he be so stupid as to stand beside Huden all the time?

Oh, that really looks like a proper male companion.But hell, who is his boyfriend!That's what the lower class do, and they do everything they can to cling to the upper class.

So Moen would take advantage of Hughden's communication, slip away quietly, find a place where no one was there, and eat the delicious food while watching all kinds of things in the banquet hall with cold eyes.

He felt sorry for these elaborate foods. Think about it, because of the banquet, the chefs worked hard to make these foods; but it was also because of the banquet that these foods became useless. Poor fellow.

Mohn still couldn't understand these self-righteous social gatherings of the upper class.

Oh, maybe that's why the succession of the Lanson family is in the hands of his sister.

However, as the person concerned, Moen himself didn't mind, so who would care?

It seems that Hughden doesn't seem to care about Moen's small actions, he still maintains an elegant smile, and sometimes even finds Moen sneaking into the corner, and will raise the red wine glass in his hand at him, like a pair of Really good friends.

"Oh, look at the beautiful moonlight, little one, it's a memorable moment."

He explained it like this, with slightly drunken cheeks and smelling of alcohol, he kissed Mo En on the open-air balcony.

Moen pushed his face away: "You're drunk."

"Yeah." Hughden smiled and didn't deny it. The moonlight reflected in his beautiful eyes, which became more and more like a radiant gemstone. Moen's face was hot when he saw it.

"Come on, on a clear night, there is such a bright moonlight."

"But it's different...it's different." Hughden shook his head, supported Moen's hand with one hand, supported his waist with the other, and danced along with the music coming from the banquet hall.

Morn hurriedly walked backwards to avoid being dragged down by his sudden behavior.

"You madman, what do you do if someone sees you?"

"No one will come." Hughden frowned, "Can't you let go of your useless body and enjoy this night? This is an extremely important banquet for you."

"Me?" Moen met his gaze in confusion, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Hmm..." Hughden's deep voice dragged on extremely long, as if deliberately itching, and with a smile, "You will know. Tomorrow, tomorrow belongs to you, my little guy."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Oh! This is your night of the truth." He exaggeratedly exclaimed like a chant, "this wonderful night of the truth!"

Whether tomorrow will be a night of truth, Morn doesn't know, but tonight is indeed a sleepless night for him.

He remembered the promise made by Hughden before, and he said that as long as the banquet is over, he will let Moen go free, whether to stay or not is his choice.

"Of course, I keep my word. But trust me, you will stay."

Hughden's words kept lingering in Moen's mind, and Moen himself didn't know the reason.

If given his choice, why would he stay?Or was O'Hallis Hutton, already so vain of himself, that he thought his charm could captivate everyone?

Alas, for God's sake...

Moen opened his eyes, and the moonlight shone through the glass into the room, making it extremely bright.

The moonlight is indeed beautiful tonight, as Huden said...

One more thing was true, even in this situation, Morn still couldn't deny the man's natural charm.If only relying on his deceptive appearance, well-mannered demeanor, and gentleness from time to time, it is indeed overwhelming.

However... However, Moen has seen his gloomy mind under his handsome appearance; his irascibility and rudeness at night under his elegant demeanor;

O'Hallis Hutton, his nightmare.

But now thinking of leaving... He didn't know why, and he didn't seem to be as ecstatic as he imagined. Instead, his heart seemed to be stuffed with a big ball of cotton.

Whether Hughden is right or not.It cannot be denied that during these days of staying in Chetlow Castle, Morne Ranson has changed a lot, shed the innocence that was preserved in the past days, Hughden seemed to be holding his hand, Little by little, he opened up his past life.

My parents, the grievances between the Lanson family and the Huwden family, and Lai Jia...

He was surprised to find that in the past 20 years of his life, there were many unbearable truths hidden under the surface of a peaceful life.He used to think that since his parents didn't ask him to inherit the Lanson family, the title of nobility would be enough for him to spend the rest of his life well-fed and well-fed, to do what he likes, to have the one he loves, to enjoy life slowly. Compose your own life.

But he forgot one thing - the title of nobility can bring him high-quality education and wealth that ordinary people can't reach, and it is also doomed to be in the upper-class aristocratic society since birth. measured swamp.

No one can be naive here.

On this point at least, he thought, O'Halis Huwden saw it all too clearly.

It was very late at night, and he had a faint premonition that maybe something extraordinary would happen tomorrow.This incident might even become a turning point in his life, he didn't know.

"Will you stay?"

The voice echoed in his ears at the dawn of the day. In the haze, he didn't know if the voice was real or a fantasy in a dream.

can you?

Surely not, right?Moen thought so, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, the early morning mist has spread over the fields of France, and against the bluish-white sky, it presents a kind of quiet gray-blue.

Someone stood in a tall castle, looking down, the sunlight was scattered in the mist, and fell into his green eyes. His face was normal, and he opened the window of the room.

He is not the only one who is sleepless.