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

There were a lot of people at the banquet, and the Roy family was considered a big family, so all nobles from all walks of life came to bear a share of glory to prove their status.

Bertha stood at the table with an assortment of pastries and wine, and her favorite strawberry cake.

She reached for the cake, but someone snatched it away first.

Frowning and looking up at the person across the table, the face exactly like Fernard's was naturally Elijah.

She didn't have the heart to tangle with him, so she raised her eyebrows and reached for another plate of cake, but she was preempted again.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her emotions, raised her head and said, "What do you mean?"

"what do you mean?"

"What do you mean take my cake?"

He was very patient and said slowly: "Because I wanted to do that, I did it."

What kind of bullshit logic is this!

Elijah put down the strawberry cake in his hand, pinched the strawberry on the cake with his fingers and threw it into his mouth, and said indifferently, "I like strawberries too."

Bertha looked at him with frivolous eyebrows and teasing. After a while, she said, "Aren't there many on the table?"

Elijah laughed suddenly, as if he heard some special joke, he smiled and glanced at her, "I just like to snatch it."

There was no deep meaning in this sentence, at least Bertha would not think that the strawberry in his mouth was the strawberry on the cake. He was standing upstairs just now, and when she and Fernard were dancing, she could see him when she looked up.

He stood there with his glass, watching them the whole time, and she wondered what Elijah was thinking.

Sure enough, I didn't think of anything good.

He suddenly leaned over to lean towards her, the dining table was long and narrow, plus he was tall and tall, he could easily lean over the table and get close to her.

Bertha was about to back away subconsciously, but Elijah frowned slightly, "Don't move."

For some reason, she suddenly froze all over, and raised the corners of her eyes slightly, wondering what he meant.

Elijah stretched out his hand, caressed her side face with one hand, and stroked her lips with his fingers. This face, which usually only existed on his drawing paper, turned out to be very good to the touch. .

He asked with sad eyes, "Why do you like Fernard?"

Like Fernard?

Who told him that she liked Fernard, she hated such indecent touch in her heart, turned her face away slightly, and frowned not to look at him.

Looking at her from a distance, Elijah chuckled, "Oh, don't be like that, tell me, why do you all like Fernard?"

Bertha didn't speak, Elijah looked at her face, and said to himself: "Is it the appearance, but obviously we have the same face. Or is it the identity of a lawyer, oh what's so good about it, being serious and prudish, How tiring it is to face people with a cold face every day. In terms of wealth, my dear, I am much richer than him. "

Bertha looked at him coldly and glanced sharply, "So?"

"So..." He paused, and then said, "Can you like me?"

Bertha raised her eyes and stared at his face. At least there was no comparison. Elijah was a direct person, not as reserved as Fernard. This should be the biggest difference between them.

As for her, does she like to be direct or implicit?

She doesn't know either.

Maybe neither is suitable.

Bertha said, "I don't know you, Mr. Elijah."

"You can try to understand." He curled his lips into a chuckle, and looked at her lazily, "It will be better than Fernard, you will know after you try it."

Bertha couldn't laugh or cry. Is there anyone who tries so hard to sell herself? It's not clothes and hats. She can't understand what it means to try it out.

Picking up the goblet on the wine table, she didn't want to entangle him in this meaningless topic anymore, she opened her lips and took a sip of the wine, the purple liquid overflowed from the corner of her mouth, the moment she lifted her neck, her fair skin Underneath is fresh blood.

Elijah narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He had an impulsive thought, he wanted to bite hard on the white neck, so that the bite would bleed.

At some point, he suddenly walked around in front of her, stretched out his hand in front of her, and said in a charming voice: "Let's have a dance, I don't have a partner tonight, it's a pity."

Bertha tilted her head, and glanced down slightly from the corners of her eyes, and stared at his pitiful appearance through the glass of wine, and he was complaining to her, obviously with a cynical look.

Raising her wrist, she drank the whiskey in the glass and put down the glass. Without looking at him, she said lightly, "I'm sorry Mr. Elijah, I'm afraid I can't do what you wish."

She lifted her foot and was about to leave, but just two steps away, someone grabbed her wrist, and with a lot of effort, she broke free twice, but she didn't break free.

Turning back patiently, Bertha said slowly: "I only talked to you for Fernard's sake, don't push yourself too far."

Elijah pursed his lips and chuckled, frowning on purpose: "Oh, why are you bringing up that damned hypocrite again? For his sake, what's his face? Isn't his face exactly the same as mine? Also, push the boundaries , Did I get an inch? How much is the distance of an inch? Should I practice this idiom myself? Is it about this far? Or is it this far?"

He suddenly began to carefully draw the distance, and suddenly moved closer to his face, the tip of his nose was only as far as a fingertip from the tip of his nose.

He is too much!

She pushed him away with disgust, but he held her tightly, and a strange breath rushed over, like a demon, and the voice rang in her ears, "I guess, the biggest difference between me and him is probably He never kissed you."

At the same moment, he suddenly lowered his head, lightly rubbed her lips, and bit them hard, the strong aroma of wine permeated the air.

Under the effect of alcohol, Bertha's heart rose to her throat, raging at the mouth of her throat, and was about to jump out.At the noisy banquet, in the dark corner, no one saw her, and she had nowhere to escape.

"You should be damned!" She pushed him away with all her strength, and grabbed his neck with her hand, pinching her five fingers tightly.

Elijah never thought that she would have such great strength, and he staggered backwards. He raised his head and looked at her. This strength was not enough to cause him any harm. He laughed and said with a pursed smile: "Did I guess right?"

Bertha didn't want to have another word with the devil, she turned around and was about to leave, he was a madman.

Elijah looked at the back of the fleeing man, and gradually brought up a wry smile on his lips.

Obviously I was the first person to meet you, in Mandeville, have you forgotten?