Chapter 21 Jade Rabbit Christmas Proposal Weaving a Hunting Net, Prey Falls into the Trap
The Three Stooges thought of Adrian Moran only as a clergyman, but forgot that he was also the Rector of Soho.
On weekdays, he spends most of his time at the Cathedral Church near Soho Square, where he is actually responsible for the management of the entire parish. On the important day of Christmas, in addition to presiding over services and praying at St. George's Church, he also goes to other churches in the parish to bless.
Alice went to the church to invite her future fiancé, but was turned away.
She chased after Adrian Moran at several nearby churches, but was told each time that he had left. After a series of disappointments, Alice simply returned to St. George's Church. His rectory was right next to the church, and he always came back to rest at night.
The iron gate of the house was not locked. Alice pushed it open and walked around the yard. There was nothing special, not even a sense of life. It looked deserted.
I simply sat on the steps in front of his house, tore off a piece of honeysuckle climbing on the wall, leaned against the mottled wall, and weaved some grass out of boredom.
London's already gloomy sky gradually slipped into night, and the street gas lamps were lit one by one.
She could hear the Christmas celebrations in the nearby square. The noise of people in the streets and the laughter of friends and family gathered together filled her sensitive ears.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the man she was waiting for was still dressed in a black priest robe and a black cloak. He walked through the crowd and the noise, without being affected by any of the hustle and bustle, and was covered in dust and night dew.
The visitor was still lost in thought with his head down, and he pushed the door open and returned to the quiet courtyard that seemed to be isolated from everything.
He vaguely saw the hem of a rose-colored skirt, one that definitely shouldn't be there, swaying along the edge of the damaged steps. Finally, he came to his senses and slowly looked up. More rose-colored things crowded into his field of vision. Adrian Moran finally confirmed that the woman standing before him was the woman.
Alice Bennett. He said the name in his mind.
The lady standing on a high place, a few steps away, raised a proud smile, as if she had finally caught you.
The man lowered his eyes slightly, then raised them again. He couldn't understand why this young lady came to his shabby yard on Christmas Eve instead of being with her family.
"Mr. Adrian." Alice's light voice broke the silence.
She called me...what? The man's heart skipped a beat when he was suddenly called by his first name instead of his last name.
"Sir, you've disrupted my carefully planned plans for so many days. I won't let you compensate me for the dinner reservation at the Lakeside Restaurant in Hyde Park," Alice said jokingly, noticing the man's surprise and stiffness. "But you can't ask me to call you by your last name for what I'm about to say."
Something was surging in Adrian Moran's chest, and his pupils dilated slightly.
Alice lifted the hem of her skirt and shook it, and the pearls embellishing the hem of her skirt made a slight friction and collision sound.
"I specially picked out this rose-colored dress. It's the one that's closest to your lip color. Do you like it?" Without waiting for an answer, she smiled and threw out her answer, "Anyway, I like it very much."
As Alice spoke, her eyes fell on the lips of the man opposite her.
Under such an aggressive gaze, Adrian Moran subconsciously bit his lower lip and looked down at the ground.
There was no place for him to hide from the evil-minded lady.
She took two or three steps down at a time, moved closer to the man, and leaned forward, insisting that he see the greed and desire in her eyes.
Their breathing overlapped and their eyes met.
The man held his breath for a moment, but was ultimately defeated and gasped slightly.
Although his army was clearly defeated, Adrian Moran seemed to have forgotten to retreat. He remained motionless, allowing the willful lady to pierce through every part of his defense.
"Mr. Adrian, I love your face, the body beneath your robe, and sometimes, your tough talk." Alice's eyes lingered on every part of his speech. With every word, her breath fanned the man's neck, stirring a faint red.
The person being courted felt that even a tightly tied collar could not protect him from such an ambiguous itch, and that even the thick clothes on his body could not cover his body. Even breathing became a little difficult, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed hard to take a breath.
As her eyes shifted, confirming she had the man securely under her control, Alice chuckled softly, summoning a wisp of auspicious energy that no longer required the use of the jade pestle. With a wave of her hand, she dispersed it toward the honeysuckle-covered outer wall. Instantly, the entire wall was blossoming with trumpet-shaped flowers interwoven with gold and silver.
In her other hand, she was still holding the object she had just been knitting out of boredom. She casually pulled up the man's left hand, which was curled up at his side, and stuffed the object into his hand.
He put his right hand, which was finally free, behind his back, flipped his wrist, and the evil spirit followed the direction and smashed the lid of the pottery jar hidden in the dark. The fireflies that he had specially asked someone to bring back from somewhere else flew into the night sky one by one, and the yellow-green lights flickered, making the small flowers on the wall look like they were cast under a spell.
In this miraculous scene, Alice's red lips gently opened: "Will you accept my proposal, marry me, and be inseparable from me from now on?"
Her eyes were filled with honey, as if she wanted to drown the man in the sweet greed of this package. The red mole at the end of her eye, illuminated by the flickering light of the firefly lantern, took on an eerie hue, revealing her true nature as a demonic being that preyed on its prey.
Adrian Moran's brain seemed to have not yet reacted, and his facial expression did not change at all, but his whole face had turned red little by little, all the way to the tips of his ears.
In Alice's eyes, his earlobes, which were much softer than his own, looked like naturally ripe peaches, the kind that ripen only once every six thousand years. They looked soft, delicious, and juicy.
In Adrian Moran's eyes, the young woman before him was a sorceress playing with the world, tempting him to betray God and violate the will he had made in his youth. She was not ignorant of the ways of the world, but she ignored the etiquette imposed on the upper class by the secular world and only wanted to drag him down with her into the abyss and indulge in pleasure.
Looking at her bottomless dark eyes, the man seemed to forget his identity and his will little by little, and was even about to forget who he was. He was only constantly urged by the voice in his heart to get closer to her.
Bang! A firework suddenly lit up the night sky, followed by countless more. The noisy voices of people suddenly poured into the courtyard, tearing apart Alice's carefully woven hunting net.
The man looked away, took a quick breath, and his mind finally started thinking again.
The lady weaving the hunting net even tried to use a spell to lure the prey, now in prime condition, directly into the cave. "Mr. Adrian, I've already found our love nest. As long as you say yes and make a marriage contract with me, we don't have to wait until the wedding day. You and I can enjoy it tonight."
Listening to the bold words of the young lady in front of him and looking at her undisguised aggressive eyes, he said helplessly: "Miss, are you always so straightforward and difficult to handle?"
Is this blunt? Alice thought it was quite subtle.
She had clearly hidden her true purpose. After all, she wasn't really planning on marrying him; marriage or not didn't matter to her. She just wanted to sleep with him.
"That's because you haven't seen enough." The lady who was softly accused said unconvinced.
"I have indeed never seen anyone like you, Miss Alice..." the man murmured in a low voice.
Seeing the topic being diverted, Alice was only concerned about whether she could eat this meaty meal. She grabbed the man's hand, which was cold in the cold wind, and didn't give him a chance to evade the question: "Mr. Adrian, what's your answer?"
The man's hand in her palm curled up for a few moments, his eyelashes trembling, covering up all his thoughts.
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