Her Overbearing Man

At the same time, he is also a very self proud man.

This kind of man, who is in a high position and gives orders all the year round, doesn't like to be opposed or refuted by others.

From her heart, Mapel is not willing to deal with such a complicated person who obviously has many secrets, and she is even less willing to argue with the other party.

But at this time, she could not help the impulse.

She thought, maybe in her heart, she is the kind of person whose sensibility is greater than rationality.

The opposite of the count.

Because she couldn't see it in her eyes, Mapel couldn't see it. Almost two meters tall, the generous Countess rarely wore a gray casual suit, less serious and indifferent, more gentle and kind. But he stood straight in front of Mapel, looking at her with full surprise in his eyes.

Soon, the surprise turned into a kind of admiration mixed with strange brilliance. The gray eyes, for the first time, completely reflected the Z woman in front of him who had never really seen before.

It wasn't intentional. The count was really surprised.

In the 30 years since the count lived in this world, he has never met such a person who is clearly afraid but has the courage to confront and refute him face to face.

How could he, who had always been observant, not see that Mabel was just trying to keep calm and nervous? He could see it almost at a glance.

He was really surprised.

Even when he was young, he never thought that he would inherit the Durand family and travel all over the world, he believed in pleasure to the extreme.

Because his identity has never been difficult, even if it is, it can be solved with a little careful thinking.

Later, his eldest brother, who ran away with women and hid around for love, left. After he had to inherit the family, his position became more and more important. Those who saw him want to bite a piece of meat from him when he was young were all attacked back by him with more ruthless means.

Fortunately, the company went bankrupt, and some of them were divorced. What's worse, those who lost their property and family, lost their reputation, and even spent the rest of their lives in a small, square iron house

On reflection, the count found that he had not seen such a brave man for many years.

If it's his character in those days, maybe the woman who offended him and was rude to him can't sit here intact now.

But he was no longer the Durand of that year, and this weak woman was not his enemy.

Therefore, there is no need for him to be too cruel to her.

On the contrary, he was also curious about where the weak woman of Z got the courage to speak to him like this. Next, she could do or say something unexpected.

"Oh, aren't you doing what I asked you to do?"

The count's request was that Mabel should accompany Janet more in her limited time and make her some happy memories that children should have.

And Mapel did.

So the count's question made Mabel choke, "I..."

She could not deny that she did what the count had asked.

But Mapel herself was equally aware that she did not do it for the count's sake.

But at this time, no matter how to say, it seems that they can't get the upper hand.

In the end, she was silent.

Sometimes silence does not mean acquiescence, maybe it means another kind of resistance, silent, but can not be ignored.

The count suddenly began to laugh in a low voice. The laughter was full of joy, which could not be ignored. It was low and overflowing from the voice. It was dumb and had the charm of a mature man. People could not help but feel relaxed. People with poor concentration might be red faced.

But the count's heartwarming low laughter made her feel a sense of shame and indignation, as if she had been ridiculed. She was rarely mature and calm. Her face was slightly red, and a few words overflowed from her teeth, "count..."

There is a gnashing of teeth in the tone of voice, like the appearance of some wind and rain.

Probably also aware that it seems that Mabel has reached the extreme of forbearance, the count suddenly stopped laughing, as if the previous uncontrollable laughter was an illusion, he cleared his throat, "I don't care what you think, but I only know that since you came, Janet has been very happy, you have done very well, about this, I am very grateful to you..."

Although she was still not happy with the countess's tone of speaking to herself, Mapel, who had suffered a loss for a time, did not speak again. She knew that she could not speak to the countess in any way, so she simply did not speak, Anyway, she knew in her heart that she had never done anything to deceive Janet from beginning to end.

But she was still a little unhappy. Even her attitude towards the count was not as respectful as usual.

And Mapel did not find out. At this time, she was not afraid of the count. On the contrary, she would be unhappy and angry as if she were treating an ordinary person.

In another city thousands of miles away from Durand castle, the sun is just right.

The dazzling golden light falls down from the cloudless blue sky and pours into every corner. It never lets go of the slightest shade and makes the whole world warm. Therefore, the world becomes the golden world.

Under the tall Cinnamomum camphora tree, which needs four or five people to embrace, there are small pieces of light penetrating through the dense leaves, sprinkling bits of golden light. Even the carved iron gate under the tree, which is as white as snow, seems to be dyed with two colors, one bright and the other dark. But after this place covered by the shadow of Cinnamomum camphora tree, we can go further, It's a place completely covered by sunlight again.

Walking along the front yard not far away, you can see a long stone ladder, pitted, not specially paved and carved the day after tomorrow, as if it was originally so uneven, but there was a kind of unspeakable interest.