[Jane Eyre] The mad woman in the attic is reborn

In the evening, the weather suddenly turned cold and overcast, as if it was going to rain again.

Look, the weather in England is like this, making people wonder, even though the day is still so clear.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Bertha stood by the window in a daze for a moment. Probably Mrs. Fairfax brought the stove, and Bertha put on a tulle to open the door.

Raising her eyes, she saw a tall figure, Bertha saw clearly that it was Rochester through the dim light.

She was stunned for a while, pretending to be surprised: "Oh, Mr. Rochester, are you back?"

"This is my home, why can't I come back." He looked at her coldly.

He was wearing a black wool overcoat with some rain on it, probably because he had just come back from outside and came here before he had time to change his clothes.

Bertha didn't care, and naturally said relaxedly: "Oh, that's it, Mr. Rochester, so what can I do for you?"

The corners of his eyes were lifted slightly, and his eyes touched the tulle on Bertha's chest, which lightly rested on her smooth shoulders. The dim light shone on her, adding a different kind of lust.

He was a little embarrassed, glanced quickly, and coughed lightly: "When will you leave Sanfield Manor?"

It was a bit cold outside, Bertha gathered her shawl and said deliberately: "Leave? Why? Oh, isn't Mr. Rochester going to admit that I am your wife?"

She heard him suddenly snorted coldly, with sharp eyes, "Do you still know that you are my wife? In broad daylight, flirting with other men in the garden, why, treat me as dead? ?”

Bertha didn't expect him to see the scene during the day, she curled her lips and smiled softly, "Where is it, Mr. Rochester, aren't you living a good life?"

She suddenly sighed, "Yes, Mr. Rochester's wedding was messed up by me, you must hate me deeply, but what should I do? If I leave Thornfield Manor, others will know that I am your wife Rochester, oh , that’s really a big deal.”

It is indeed a great thing for people to know Bertha's identity.

A few days ago, he was talking about marrying Jane Eyre. If it was known that he had a wife, the reputation of the Rochester family would be ruined by this woman.

Rochester weighed it up, and said coldly: "I won't tell anyone about your identity, and you'd better not go out, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Bertha took over his words, "Mr. Rochester, don't forget, you are the one who is at a disadvantage now, please don't ask me to do anything with this bloody desire to control Whether or not to disclose my identity is up to me, not you, please remember this."

"Also, please don't come to the third floor if you have nothing to do in the future. This will seriously disturb my rest, especially before going to bed, or I will have nightmares, Mr. Rochester."

Rochester was so angry that his shoulders trembled, he supported the door with both hands, pushed the whole door open, and approached her angrily: "Why can't I come to the third floor, this is my home, you are my wife, don't forget , our marriage is still valid!"

Bertha suddenly found it funny, and scoffed: "Oh, Mr. Rochester, do you realize that I am your wife now? Then who was that person in the church a few days ago? Stop being so naive, Mr. Rochester, you are too old , stop playing this innocent game, okay?"

Just as she was about to close the door, she suddenly turned around again: "I forgot to remind you, please be sure to hate me to the end, don't think about anything else, if one day you fall in love with me out of control , then I will abandon you mercilessly. You know, people who admire me line up from here to Spanish Town, sir."

Rochester stood in a daze at the door, saw her purse her lips charmingly, and told him all this with a presumptuous smile, then left him a chic back, and shut him outside the door with a bang.

What did she just say?

He fell in love with her out of control?

Oh, then he must be crazy.

Mrs. Fairfax stood downstairs, looked up and saw Mr. Rochester standing at the door on the third floor, and asked loudly: "Oh, sir, when did you come back?"

Rochester turned around, stood on the stairs, in a bad mood, and asked lightly, "Where's Adela? Is she asleep?"

"Oh, yes, Sophia has taken her back to the room."

Mrs. Fairfax thought for a while, and said, "Miss Jane Eyre has already left. Does Miss Adela's tutor need to recruit another one, sir?"

As soon as Jane Eyre was mentioned, Rochester thought of the sad face before he left again. He had no emotion for Adela. He brought her back out of morality. Now he is in a bad mood and casually said: "Tomorrow you go to school Take a look here, and send Adela there."

"Oh, life in school is not easy. Miss Adela has not lived that kind of life, so she will not be used to it." Fairfax reminded, "Selina is still in France now, if you know If Miss Adela is not doing well, she will be sad, out of friendship, sir should treat Miss Adela better."

Mrs. Fairfax suddenly mentioned Celina, which made the already irritable Rochester even more uneasy. He said impatiently, "Then what do you think should be done?"

"It's better to let Mrs. Bertha take Miss Adela. I think Adela likes her very much and treats her like a mother."

Rochester went mad: "Oh, are you crazy? Let Adela recognize her as her mother, a lunatic!"

Mrs. Fairfax took two steps forward and said anxiously: "Oh, sir, don't be angry. Mrs. Bertha is not what you imagined. She has completely recovered from her illness. Miss Adela is always in need. Someone is with you. Miss Jane Eyre is gone now, it is not a bad thing, you can reconcile with Mrs. Bertha and live together, you need to have a son to inherit the family property. "

Fairfax was always thinking about Rochester, but Rochester, who was getting angry, didn't appreciate it. He shouted at the people downstairs: "Stop talking about that lunatic to me, Fairfax, what the hell are you doing?" Whose housekeeper is it?!"